The Best Life

On days where we have the gift of sleeping in I secretly (not-so-secret anymore) wish that my bedroom had a coffee maker so that I could have time alone with Jesus longer. I have found myself some mornings holding my breath as I get my journal and Bible with the hope that no one knows I’m awake. The instant there is any thought I might be awake, it is over. I might as well give up any time to myself. ⁣

Writing this now makes me laugh! If you had told me a year ago that my life would be what it is now, I think I would have shaken my head and laughed in your face. But today I am laughing because the life I live is blessed so big. I have yearned for what I have now without even recognizing that it was what would fill the loneliness. ⁣

I would never want to complain about being wanted and needed the way that I am now. I would never want to complain that my name is yelled across the house when I’m praying and trying to listen to God’s gentle voice. Everytime irritation may come, I remind myself that it is a huge gift to be valued so highly by young ones. ⁣

If you’re a Mom or stepping up as one in any capacity, remember that is why you aren’t left alone. Your value is great! It is communicated in the breakdowns, the tears, the hugs, the cacophonous banter, the laughter and their constant need to have you be involved in EVERY part of their lives. Do we need to know what so-and-so wore to class? No. Do we need to know what happens in the bathroom or how big a booger was? No. But they want us involved in it all because that is how much they desire us to be apart.⁣

Meanwhile, I still tip toe and be as quiet as I can just for a few more moments to recharge. I’m still brainstorming a way to have the space for a coffee maker in my room because… Once I step out of bed, it’s over. 🤣⁣

Borrowing His Eyes

Messy hair days, rolling out of bed to start the day. The devil must pay today. My focus has been payback to the devil because it is the only way I can walk through mud and muck in a culture that enables, fosters and excuses awful abuse. Exhaustion can often set in because this holy work is 24/7. I often have to believe that my enemies are more tired than I am. When I look from my perspective it is so dark and the hurt is too much.

But Jesus!

When I set my feet down on the ground and take His perspective, borrowing His eyes, I see those I love, free and full of joy. The pain is a tool to their healing, molding, cleansing and strengthening them as they become a weapon against the very forces that tried to destroy them.

Early mornings turn into a fuse to build a holy fire  that cannot be quenched. Coffee becomes a sweet blessing. Time together is precious whether it’s 5 hours or 5 minutes. There are so many things to be grateful for during this season. Give yourself permission to cry if you need, grieve and then release it. But always come back around full-circle to the truth that you are loved deeply and God fights for you. Don’t forget who He has given to you to bless your life. They are the treasure amidst the storm.

Who can you thank or shout-out today? Who has walked with you through thick and thin?

My husband is my greatest partner as we destroy what the darkness has attempted to do in our family. He deserves a big shout-out today. Thank you Husband!

Yesterday, Today And Tomorrow

I have seen much hatred, fear, disappointment, shame and slandering going on around these elections. What’s disturbing to me is that what is being shared has little to do with faith or portraying the faithfulness of God. I’d like to challenge those of us who believe in God and follow His word: What message are we sending online and to those in our circles? How are we talking about the leaders voted in or awaiting final results? Are we living by faith or fear? Is love readily on our lips and in our actions?

Too much is being placed on men and women. How can one be disappointed in a people when we have done nothing to reach those people for Christ? We cannot hold others outside our circles to the same standard, especially when we sit and don’t live out our faith the way we are called.

We must look to God and seek His forgiveness for our lack of faith, our own sins, our poor attitudes, and our inaction towards the lost. Perhaps we are seeing the fruit of our labor or the lack of it? I don’t want to place blame on any one person or group of people because it’s complicated and not solely on one group.

Instead, I’ve been asking God to reveal anything in me that needs to change. Instead, I’ve been asking for forgiveness for my inaction and moments of delayed obedience. It breaks my heart that I have had a role in what I am seeing and living in now.

But things CAN change. There is an undercurrent, something hidden amidst all of the mess that is occuring. It is good and miraculous! I know this because God does not change. He is faithful! He is hearing our cries for mercy on our nation. He has turned His face toward us and is listening, desiring to bless us again.

Wait.

Listen and obey.

Wait with great anticipation and excitement.

Listen and obey.

God does not change. He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.