My Boo

Today is my oldest daughter's 18th birthday. The thought completely rocks my world. I thought it was rough when Tony turned 18, but now I'm flashing from me at 18 and her now and I'm flabbergasted. That's the best word to describe what I'm feeling: surprised and completely astonished. I was 5 months pregnant at 18 and thank God she is so...well, not. Don't misunderstand, I have some high hopes for all of my children, but one thing stands firm, I want them to be better than me. I want to influence their lives in such a way that they don't make the same mistakes I did.

Then there is the Boo herself and the story that she has already discovered when she was old enough to count up the months and realize that we must have already been pregnant with her when we got married. Again not a proud moment in my life, but one I can point to and say, "I am so glad that you are here, but don't walk the way I did, its a hard way." Sin is sin is sin is sin and that's the best way I can put it. However, when you find yourself tripped up and flat on your face, dust off, ask for forgiveness and move on. God just might surprise you and turn your stupid mistakes into wonderful milestones in your life in a way that only He can. Bask in the light that He provides and allow Him to lead you and you never know what can happen.

This is not everyone's story, it is mine. It is part of my testimony of how God has done miraculous things in a life that struggles to remain submitted to His will.


Body Building

Perception is a funny thing. The reality can be one thing and the faith within us pushes us forward in hope of what will come.

For the past little while I've been doing a lot of soul searching on the idea of what we say about the church. By the church I mean the body of Christ collectively, from the church all over the world right down to the church that you attend every Sunday morning. People are free on their facebook statuses and twitter accounts and blogs and the long list of social media outlets to allow our frustrations to vent. An outlet to let the steam off is good, prayer is a good outlet for that. Typing up a tirade and posting it publicly is not necessarily the best way. Every body seems to think that because we have the freedom to do so that we should exercise that freedom. Gossip and backbiting are not just spoken sins...

Another thing is that we think in mentioning this stuff we are helping the situation. Thought process here: I see (perceive) a problem, I don't like it, I tell somebody about it (not necessarily the right person), problem remains.

As a part of the Body of Christ, you are in fact the body and when you talk bad about it, you are in effect talking badly about yourself. You cannot distance yourself from the problem. Like it or not you are a part of the team and therefore part of the problem. That's a perception adjustment!

I know that its difficult to push on when it feels like you are the only one. That is an age old misconception. We can look around and see that we are doing our best but that person over there sure could be doing a better job. God calls people together to triumph but it starts with each one individually. Instead of tearing down, seek to build up with your words. Collectively, we can get so much done when each person has their hearts in line to complete the task. Nehemiah and the people rebuilding the wall of Jerusalem come to mind. Go back and read the book of Nehemiah and take notice of the troubles that came their way but also make note of the work of each family to bring about the desired result of rebuilding the wall.

Recently I came across the story behind the Keep Calm posters that seemed to be everywhere for awhile. Pretty cheesy in my opinion until I learned the purpose behind them. They were actually part of a three part series printed in England during WW2 and plastered on walls all over the British Isles to keep the morale of the people up. The message is simple and straightforward and speaks to our situation today as well. My very favorite one is the second poster.
The message reminds us of the individual responsibility we all have to remain brave, joyful, and determined even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds. Life isn't a picnic, but no matter the circumstances you can find encouraging words for others instead of constantly tearing down the situation.
Nehemiah 2:17 Then I said to them, “You see the trouble we are in: Jerusalem lies in ruins, and its gates have been burned with fire. Come, let us rebuild the wall of Jerusalem, and we will no longer be in disgrace.” I also told them about the gracious hand of my God on me and what the king had said to me. They replied, “Let us start rebuilding.” So they began this good work.



When I was a kid, I loved finding honeysuckle flowers and pulling out the tiny drop of nectar hidden inside. It was painstaking work to me and not every time was I successful. The reward was well worth the search.

I'm reminded of the chore it sometimes is to find the sweetness in everyday life. More times than not I feel as though I'm in a scavenger hunt to seek out the joy. Day by day as the good and bad flutter past me, I must make the choice to harp on the negative or search out the positive. After all the Word says, the joy of the Lord is our strength. What better thing to seek than the exact thing that will sustain us through the hard times and discouragement!

“What I am anxious to see in Christian believers is a beautiful paradox. I want to see in them the joy of finding God while at the same time they are blessedly pursuing Him. I want to see in them the great joy of having God yet always wanting Him.” ~ A. W. Tozer


U is For Ungrateful

Once more this past week God has spoken through the overheard conversations in the back of my over packed family car. Oracles of cold, hard truth they are. So here's the set up: The kids' school had a book fair and as is the tradition the classes are allowed some "shopping" time in which they take a piece of paper and make a wish list of books that they want. My kiddos actually came up with some good stuff and so I had no trouble picking from their selections. Here's Emari's wish list:
I went with The Beautiful Haircut, since in Emari's values of estimation it seemed to be "priceless." For Zion (who had an even more extensive list than his sister, probably because he had a scribe to write down his choices therefore he was allowed to be exhaustive), I went with a small book entitled, Volcanoes.

After school, I presented the children with their books and felt inwardly proud of myself that I didn't choose what I wanted for them, but went with what they asked for. They were ecstatic and full of thanks and kisses. They toted their new books around and when it was time for the ride home from church, Zion noisily announced, "Mom, I don't want this book anymore! When are you gonna get me the rest of my list?" The air evaporated from my mommy's so amazing balloon and I began to sink back down to earth. Quickly searching for something parental to say other than, "You're a stinking brat!" I found myself not having to.

Emari quickly piped in and informed her brother that he was indeed an ungrateful sort of person to which he retorted that yes he was but when would the rest of the books be arriving for him? Emari explained that ungratefulness is when you don't appreciate what you have and yes she said appreciate. She preached to her brother for a good five minutes and slowly, he relented and with a sniff sat quietly and while ungrateful and unappreciative, he was silent.

My own ungratefulness clawed at me and I thought of Emari's words: how often do I have the same fit when I don't receive all that I asked for? From the mouths of babes I tell you...

Book Review: Beyond Bath Time by Erin Davis

The back cover reads: MOTHERHOOD IS TOUGH. The understatement of the millenium. Having been a mom for twenty years now, one would think that I had my act together, knew what I was doing and such. The thing is that motherhood is one of those adventures that begins the moment that you read the results and doesn't stop stretching you mind, body, and soul until you die. Its not for the weak of heart. It can and will push you to your utter limits.

The crazy thing is that its also the single most rewarding thing that you can ever do with your life. This book written by Erin Davis is one of those great reads that helps you along on your journey. It refreshes, it puts things into perspective and it holds no punches. Our society undervalues motherhood and child-rearing as though its something you fall back on when you can't make it doing anything else. As women we fall for that line and our lives seem mundane and without purpose, but God's desire is that we find the joy in mothering.
How can it be a large career to tell other people's children about the Rule of Three, and a small career to tell one's own children about the universe? How can it be broad to be the same thing to everyone, and narrow to be everything to someone? No; a woman's function is laborious, but because it is gigantic; not because it is minute."
-G. K. Chesterton

Check out Erin's blog here.

I received a free copy of this book from Moody Publishing in exchange for an honest review. 


Book Review: You'll Get Through This by Max Lucado

So, I have never picked up a Max Lucado book that I didn't like, but this one has become my new favorite. In times like these where it feels like the world is falling apart slowly around us and even the most mundane things tremble beneath our feet, we need the reminder that we can make it. You can do it! Hang on! Keep going!

Like a true coach, Max urges the reader to keep up the good work. Using the story of Joseph, he weaves a fabric of biblical proof and modern true life examples to point to the reality that even when it feels like the bottom has dropped out, we can always look up.
You’ll get through this.
It won’t be painless.
It won’t be quick.
But God will use this mess for good.
Don’t be foolish or na├»ve.
But don’t despair either.
With God’s help, you’ll get through this.

Check out a copy of the book here.
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