because of His great love
In my anguish I cried to the LORD, and he answered by setting me free. The LORD is with me; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me? Psalm 118:5-6 photo credit Music is the light to my soul. It’s one of the most frequent ways that God whispers His promises to me. When a particular song speaks to me, I will play it until the words are etched on my heart. Sometimes I sing along. Sometimes I sit in {Read More}
It was in the driver’s seat of my mini van, children captivated by Buck Denver, that God spoke to me. Driving south on what seemed like a one way street to the end of my life, I listened to the words that would change my moments. The author poured out her heart and the tears were uncontrollable. Her baby sister’s body frail and crushed under the delivery truck, she walked a gruesome road to healing. There was one thing that changed {Read More}
It’s not about me. I claim that I know this truth, but does it resonate in my soul? Does it invade those moments when my security is threatened? photo credit That cranky old lady who took my parking spot…not about me. That grocery store clerk that snapped at my use of coupons…not about me. That friend who assulted with her words…not about me. That man who walked out the door…not about me. Don’t get me wrong. Of course we could {Read More}
Looking back, it’s easy to see. Perfection was the game. Love was the prize. I did everything I could to obtain it. I was desperate to be perfect. I studied day and night. Nothing less than a 4.0. I set the curve on every test. I wrote perfect papers. If the teacher asked a question, I knew the answer. I would excel and people would approve. They would sit close to me for a chance glimpse at my paper or {Read More}
Feel like your job is meaningless? Read this…Is Motherhood Getting in the Way of Evangelism? Feeling insecure? Read this…Finish the Devil’s Sermons Feel like you don’t measure up? Read this…Measuring Up Feeling unlovely? Download and print this…Beautiful Scripture Card May you find encouragement and blessings for your moments today.
But blessed are those who trust in the LORD and have made the LORD their hope and confidence. They are like trees planted along a riverbank, with roots that reach deep into the water. Such trees are not bothered by the heat or worried by long months of drought. Their leaves stay green, and they never stop producing fruit. Jeremiah 17:7-8 The desire to be so firmly planted in God’s security runs deep in my heart. I long to be {Read More}
When the storms began to rage in our home, I had a hard time finding Christian counselors that would deal with young children and were truly in line with God’s word. But we were desperate for help. I started looking using techniques that were commonly used by grief counselors to help kids that had lost a parent. The results were obvious almost immediately. How to make your own big feelings resource: My children were 7,6,4, and 20 months when I {Read More}
It’s time to stop allowing my circumstances to determine my security. I wrote that sentence laying in a hospital bed, 28 weeks pregnant. The risk of bleeding to death was very high for both myself and the baby. Night after night I cried myself to sleep. Feelings were my worst enemy. Loneliness, fear and insecurity captivated my thoughts. It was a loneliness that few can understand. I had very limited access to my kids and only occasional visits from friends {Read More}
photo credit Years of pictures line my scrapbooks. You won’t find me in them. I could joke and say that moms never get in the picture, but I know that isn’t the truth. I hide from the camera. I don’t want to be in the picture. Whether in pictures or the mirror, I am faced with the ugly. I don’t like the way I look. I don’t like the way my hair frizzes in humidity or the way my nose {Read More}
It was a battle scene straight out of Star Wars. Screaming, squealing and clawing. Hair-pulling, scratching and tears… Alright, maybe it was more like a battle scene out of daytime tv. “I hate you“, she screams. Toys are flying. More scratching and hair-pulling, as I become increasingly aware that intervention will be necessary. With veteran battle skills, I peel them off of each other. Still kicking and screaming they depart to separate spaces to sort out the mess. Lectures, tears, {Read More}
Tears fall night after night. Waves crash on the walls of my heart. With each new day a new hurt taunts my soul. My heart bleeds pain. The pressure on my chest makes every breath excruciating. When will it end? There’s no where to look but up. Nothing to speak but truth. As for you, O Lord, you will not restrain your mercy from me; your steadfast love and your faithfulness will ever preserve me! Psalm 40:11 I claim His promises. I {Read More}
Because I love technology…top 10 iPhone apps for spiritual growth @Do Not Depart. I’m really interested in trying the prayer app. Because I’m a mother that loves to have fun…101 things to do with your kids @Inspired to Action. Because I have a passion for the success of your marriage…Advice to Wives: Stop Praying @Lysa Terkurst. Because I love to cook…Chicken Fajita Soup @ Two Peas and their Pod
The year was 2003. Tragedy fell harsh around me. Just one week before, we had stared blankly as the doctor revealed that our baby had died. We had prayed over the nursery, held each other, and cried out before our Lord. But there was no heartbeat. I vividly remember laying in that hospital bed awaiting my D&C, listening to weeping women all around me. Through the closed curtains I could easily imagine their faces. I could personally feel their pain. {Read More}
Have you ever thought about that night in the jail? It was a dark prison cell. Beaten unjustly and faced with despairing circumstances, Paul sang praises to God. Praises so loud and bold that the very foundation of the prison was shaken. (Acts 16) Yet, even when the walls came down, Paul didn’t run. He stayed and waited for God to tell him to leave. There was a promise and his actions claimed it. His heart followed. Rejoice always, pray continually, give {Read More}
Imagine the surprise on her face when a man of God asked her for food. She had enough left for one final meal before accepting her fate of starving to death. Elijah’s request of her must have been excruciating to hear. How could she give up her last bite? A mother’s toughest decision. Elijah, a prophet of God. In need. God could have sent manna from heaven, but he didn’t. Instead he asked a poor widow preparing to eat her {Read More}
This blog is the story of a broken girl living in a messy world. A girl who was once consumed by the circumstances, but is now consumed with the love of Jesus. I invite you on this journey as I daily give God the pain and invite Him to fill the emptiness, choosing never to be consumed by anything else again. Read More...
