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  • Which Voice is Louder?

    It is a quarter after five on a chilly Sunday.  I am alone in the house while the other members of the household are outside.  These moments to myself are seldom as of late.  What am I doing with my precious time?  Well, I am blogging while drinking a decaf coffee because if I drink caffeine this late I will be up all night (I feel lame admitting that).  Oh and let me not forget to mention my triple chocolate cookie I am eating.  What can I say?  I like to multitask.

    I do not have much to blog about but today was a rainy day, it just recently stopped and I always feel like writing on days like this…

    In church this morning the sermon was titled…I can’t quite remember…but it was something about who’s voice is louder in your ear?  Is God’s voice or the world’s voice louder?  I have been thinking about that all day.  Really more thinking about the times in my life where I outright ignored God’s voice to do my own thing or to do what I thought was right.  I never want to be that person again.

    The end.

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    May 31, 2015

  • Shining Light

    DSC_0097I like the idea there is only one me in this world.  I like the idea there is only one you in this world, as well.  It saddens me when I see people struggling to accept themselves. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t equipped with the radar, with the ability to see through people’s acts.  There are too many times when I want to whisper to them, “It is okay to be yourself.  God made you to be unique.”  I know it sounds a bit lame…so I have yet to actually say this to someone.  Also, most would be offended if I did.

    I figured out a long time ago (and I figured out the hard way) accepting myself goes hand in hand with accepting others. When I focus on the ugly of others, I see more ugly in myself as well.  It isn’t how I want to live.  It isn’t easy and sometimes I have to search hard.  It can be like searching for light through dense fog.  The light is almost always there though.  The beauty is almost always there. There are evil people in this world…I admit I cannot always find light and beauty in such.  In most people though I can see through an action, a story of their past, and even through what a person doesn’t say or do. I see the reason and then I am humbled.

    I am humbled and my roots become more grounded in Christ.  The more grounded in Christ I become the more I feel His peace, the more I see my own beauty, the more I trust Him, and the more I follow His lead.  It truly trickles down in every part of my life.

    I pray for my kids, my husband, and all the people I love in this world…that when they lose their light I have the wisdom to say the right words or to do whatever it is they need to rekindle their light.  I really pray for anyone who struggles to see their own light and beauty.  Also for myself and the times I struggle.  Lord, continue to use me and the gifts You have given me.  I want my light to continue to shine and to become so bright that no one questions my faith and love for You.

    I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.  Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.  My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.  Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your books were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them. (Psalm 139: 14-16)

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    May 19, 2015
    christianity, faith, love, peace, trusting God

  • Peace only He can give…rectified.

    When it is my understanding of life and of God, which is constantly evolving, I want to be able to accurately reflect on where I came from and where I currently am. I constantly fight the urge to correct my misunderstandings by rewriting parts of my blog. I try to remind myself I will never, nor will anyone, ever know or understand everything fully about God.  We should all accept this and continue to search for deeper understanding.  Knowing my understanding of Him can always deepen is yet another proof of His love for us.  He always wants us to draw nearer to Him and nearer to Him we can always become.

    My last post was, Peace only He can give.  I keep rereading it.  When I wrote it, it made sense.  Now though, there is an unsettling brewing inside of me over it.  “When I am given His peace I try to hold on to it for as long as possible…but it always eventually escapes my grip.”  Does it really escape my grip?  If He is always with me then His peace doesn’t ‘escape’ my grip.  The truth is I (in a sense) reject His peace, right?  His peace is always available to us.  So, those moments we don’t have His peace it is from outside forces that we allow to take His peace away.

    I do realize I will not always feel his peace…I am human…but truly why do I not feel His peace all the time?  His peace is readily available.  This life has hardships and struggles and I will succumb to the effects of both.  Much of the issue is me trying to control situations. If I would immediately go to Him would I have more peace in this life?  Yes…absolutely.  Will that happen 100% of the time?  Nope.  But it is something to always work on.

    Philippians 4:6-7 do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

    His peace is always there for us.

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    May 11, 2015
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  • Pearls

    As Mother’s Day approaches, I am taken back to when I was a little girl. I loved and looked forward to going to church on Mother’s Day. Entering the church, the greeters would give a flower to each lady. My mom would allow me to hold her flower during the sermon…and I longed for the day when I would have my own flower to hold.

    I do not remember the exact age I received my first flower on Mother’s Day, but I remember it being the first time I truly felt honored to be a woman. I was not yet a mother, but it made me think of the type of mother and woman I wanted to be and to become––a nurturing, encouraging, and strong woman just like my mother and grandmothers were.

    I feel blessed to have my mother and also my mother in law…and to have had my grandmothers and great grandmothers as well. These beautiful role models are a bit intimidating though.  It is a lot to live up to because when I think of them, I cannot help but to see a lot of the Proverbs 31 woman in them all.

    I read a devotion by Julia Bettencourt I absolutely fell in love with called Strands of Pearls.  She says, a Proverbs 31 lady is like a strand of pearls. Each characteristic is a separate pearl on the strand of life. No one immediately has the all of the strand. You have to work at it.

    Here is a list from her devotion of the ‘pearls’ or characteristics of the Proverbs 31 lady:

    Virtue

    Faithfulness

    Reverence

    Goodness

    Willing worker

    Good manager

    Industrious

    Strength

    Endurance

    Well rounded

    Charitable

    Provider

    Well dressed

    Wife of a good husband

    Good businesswoman

    Honorable

    Wise

    Kind

    Good mother

    Busy

    Praiseworthy

    Attains or excels

    Fear of the Lord

    And fruit bearing

    It is a long list, isn’t it?

    In my life, some of the pearls come natural to me, some I will always strive to obtain, and some I will struggle to keep on my strand. But I now realize even my mother figures have to and had to work on their pearls. It is less intimidating than before when I think of it this way.

    So what are some of the things we do and can do to take the thread in our hands and strand our pearls as we go through life? Of course, read the bible and pray. We can look for wisdom from our Christian female role models (our mother figures), and we can gather strength and understanding from our friendships with other Christian women. All of these will make us the strong Christian women we all hope to be and to remain.

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    May 4, 2015

  • That Cross

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    It is bedtime. I am tired and ready for Oliver to be fast asleep already.  The problem is he had a nap. When he takes a nap he cannot fall asleep at night––easily that is.  My tired self has to put in the extra effort to get him to bed.  I read him books, I lay with him, and then I leave knowing he will get up again.

    Minutes later he is on my lap in the family room.  I let him sit with me for a while but then try again before I fall asleep myself. I carry Oliver into his room and then turn the light off.  As I am putting him in his bed, he points to his window and says, “Look Mommy, there’s a cross.  When you turn the light off it makes a cross.”  Sure enough there it is.  The outline from his window frame shows through his curtain as a large perfect cross.

    Oliver then says, “Mommy, Jesus got sick on that cross.”  He places his sweet little head on his pillow and rolls over to face his wall.

    I sit on the edge of his bed staring at the ‘cross’ my two (almost 3) year old pointed out to me.  I don’t know how long I sit there in awe. I keep thinking, because of that cross…that cross means everything…that cross…until Oliver rolls over, looks at me and says, “You can go now, Mommy.”

    I chuckle and leave his room but my thoughts of that cross linger.  That cross…what else is there to say?

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    April 23, 2015
    christianity, cross, faith, Family, forgiveness, life

  • The Ending

    It was a warm October night, the kind of autumn night that is entrancing.  I sat on my porch steps waiting for my friend to pick me up.  I remember exactly how the warm breeze felt, the way the leaves twirled in the air, and the faint smell of distant burning leaves.  I could have sat there all night thinking of nothing at all and feeling a peace I did not feel very often at the age of seventeen.  If I would have known how the night would end, I would have stayed.  I would have never left my porch.

    Breana arrived and I turned into my normal teenage self again. The place we were going was a dead end road (which is pretty ironic) with water on one side and fields on the other.  I was excited to be outside on such a beautiful night, so my mood was light and I had a good time.  In fact, we all had such a good time that we lost track of time.  As soon as we realized we were going to be late for curfew we said our goodbyes and drove off.

    The details of this next part are very important.  The road was a very windy road, it was the kind of road you truly could not speed on, unless you were crazy.  We were two girls, so if she had tried to drive too fast, me being the mother hen that I was would have yelled at her to slow down…because the road was already scary enough.  Like I said, it was a windy road and it was dark because there were no streetlights.  The next important detail was this: I did not wear a seatbelt before that night…unless I was in the car with an adult who had to remind me to put it on.  So we were driving down the road without seat belts.  This where my memory gets a little foggy.  I struggle with the explanation of what it was…a whisper in my ear or a gut feeling?  I don’t know.  All I know is the whisper or feeling told me to put my seatbelt on.  So I did.  As soon as the seatbelt clicked, the car flipped…and flipped…and flipped…

    Everything was in slow motion.  Breana and I turned our heads to look at each other, both of us raising our hands, not fully understanding what was happening.  I blanked out after that.  The next thing I remember is sitting in the car and looking over to the empty driver’s seat.  Where was Breana?  It took a moment to get my bearings before I remembered the accident.  I got out of the car and all I could see was darkness.  No road, no lights, and no Breana.  I found her laying on the ground.  I helped her up and I started running but realized I was running in the wrong direction, I must have been a little disoriented, but didn’t realize I was.  We ran toward the road and a car stopped to help.  They drove us back to our friends, and then our friends drove us to the hospital.

    Breana fractured her back and I lucked out and just needed stitches on the top of my head.  The police investigated the site and told us they don’t know how we didn’t get more hurt.  They explained with the way the car flipped so many times, if I had not had my seatbelt on, I would have been thrown out and more than likely the car would have landed on me.

    I have wanted to write about this for a while, but I have always hesitated…all because of the ending.  I almost wanted to make up the ending at times because I was ashamed, I guess.  I will start with telling you how it should have ended.  It should have ended with me thanking God for sparing mine and Breana’s life that night.  I should have learned a very valuable lesson that night.  I should have turned back to Him and never turned back away ever again.  But I didn’t.

    Instead, I continued living for myself.  I was never a horrible person but I continued on with my selfish ways knowing better.  I always knew better.  I took a lot for granted in my younger years, especially when it came to God.  He never left me, though.  He was patient and loving when I probably didn’t deserve it.  He never gave up on me.

    Sometimes when I look at the cross, I remember my old self.  I remember how I could have died.  I remember no matter how hardheaded I was or how selfish I remained, Jesus still died for me. All the things in my past have brought me to where I am today so I am fully okay with the ending now.  God knew all along where I would end up.

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    March 17, 2015
    christianity, faith, forgiveness, God, Jesus, life

  • Love is Sharing

    If I am going to lead the life God wants me to then I cannot please everyone…nor should I try.  I have spent my life wanting to lift people up and not knock them down.  Sometimes that leads me to walking on eggshells around people.  I don’t like anyone feeling bad, but I shouldn’t have to tread lightly when it comes to my beliefs.  Aren’t christians supposed to be loving?  Yes we are.  We are supposed to show our love by sharing God’s word…because ultimately if you love someone then you want them saved.

    Love means more than just being nice.  Part of me loving my kids is pointing out when they do something wrong.  They may not feel I am being nice when I tell them they cannot be on the iPad all day, but because I love them I teach them there is more to life than screens.  Sometimes showing my love is harder than not showing it.  My life would be a lot easier if I let my kids watch television and play the iPad all day.  It is harder to set aside my wants and conveniences to sit down with them to play the board game Sorry for the ten millionth time, but I do because I love them.

    In bible study someone said, “What if you knew tomorrow was the end of the world?”  Well, I would not feel self conscious sharing my love of Christ with unbelievers, that is for sure.  I would not think about checking in to Facebook…unless it was to share my faith one last time.  I wouldn’t search for my phone unless it was to call someone and share my faith.  I would want to plead with people to turn to God and repent…just as the bible says to do.  I would not think twice about what people think of me and my beliefs that I share…some probably think I share too much…but how can it ever be too much?  I am blessed that God’s grace saved me and because of my love I want to share it with the world.

    Why don’t more believers share their faith openly?  Why do people feel they need to keep it a secret?  We don’t want to push people away.  Maybe some people will be pushed away, but that is their choice to reject.  We are instructed to share God’s words.  We are not instructed to share God’s words just with people who we think will listen.  What is the point in that?

    We are not guaranteed that tomorrow will come.  So––what if your words help to save one more person?

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    March 12, 2015
    christianity, faith, life, love

  • One Day at a Time

    There are times at church the sermon seems to be made just for me.  This morning, the sermon was great…but it was a song, The Old Rugged Cross that spoke to me.  The song reminds me of my dad and my great grandmother.  He sang it at her funeral and every time I hear it tears roll down my cheeks.

    I remember one Easter Sunday getting ready for church.  I could not decide what necklace to wear…my cross necklace or my great grandmother’s locket.  At the last minute I chose the locket and off we went.  We picked my mother-in-law up and while my husband went inside her house, I sat in the car.  I didn’t realize I was even doing this but I was holding the locket in my hand.  The song, Old Rugged Cross came on, I looked down and realized the locket was in my hand and I cried.  It was one of those moments I felt the Lord was reminding me of His love…as He did again this morning.

    I am a very sentimental person.  I have items passed down to me from two of my great grandmothers that I will always cherish.  When I am reminded of one great grandmother, I always think of the other as well.  So after church, feeling sentimental over the song, I pulled out my other great grandmother’s bible.  I always gather peace from the bible and all of the contents in it.  Bookmarks, pamphlets, and poems I have seen many times.  It sounds funny, but it seems one always stands out from the others at different times.  Today, it was a poem.  Yesterday morning I felt weak but was reminded the struggles of this life can and will carry us over to the other side…we just need to trust Him and take one day at a time.

    One day at a time, with its failures and fears,

    With its hurts and mistakes,

    with its weakness and tears,

    With its portion of pain and its burden of care;

    One day at a time we must meet and must bear.

    One day at a time to be patient and strong;

    To be calm under trial and sweet under wrong;

    Then its toiling shall pass and its sorrow shall cease;

    It shall darken and die, and the night she;; bring peace.

    One day at a time––but the day is so long,

    And the heart is not brave, and the soul is not strong,

    O Thou pitiful Christ, be Thou near all the way;

    Give courage and patience and strength for the day.

    Swift cometh His answer, so clear and so sweet;

    “Yea, I will be with thee, the troubles to meet;

    I will not forget thee, nor fail thee, nor grieve;

    I will not forsake thee; I never will leave.”

    Not yesterday’s load we are called on to bear,

    Nor the morrow’s uncertain and shadowy care;

    Why should we look forward or back with dismay?

    Our needs, as our mercies, are but for this day.

    One day at a time, and the day is His day;

    He hath numbered its hours, though they haste or delay.

    His grace is sufficient; we walk not alone;

    As the day so the strength that He giveth His own.

    ~Annie Johnson Flint

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    March 8, 2015
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  • Spring will come.

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    Today, I almost gave up.  That’s it, you win.  This is too hard.  I am too nice. Kindness equals weakness!  Defeating thoughts invaded my mind and I was on the brink of losing my hope.  I wish I could say I prayed for peace, but at the moment I almost felt as though I wanted to be defeated. Sometimes it is easier to live for yourself.  It is easier to be the smaller person and tell some one to shove it. It is easier to give in to negative thoughts and people.

    I almost gave up and gave in.  But I did not. I decided to pray even though I didn’t want to. Soon I was desperately praying.  My eyes were quickly reopened and the shining sun reminded me that spring is coming.  Leaves will return and provide shade, flowers will bloom, and fresh air will revive me.  All will be renewed.

    Winter can only last so long.  I really do love winter (life) but have moments it wears me down. I long for the peace of what is to come and that is why I will continue to fight for my faith, even when I don’t feel like it.

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    March 7, 2015
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  • Coney Island Enlightenment

    Throwback Thursday…a life lesson at the least expected moment.

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    We walk in the coney island, it looks like an old diner. The place is small…really small. There is a counter with stools and Luke runs up and sits on one. Luke asks, “Can we sit here?” He brings his best pouty face forward and bounces with anticipation. We give in and decide Matt will just keep Oliver on his lap. There is one waitress attending to all the tables. Like I said the place is small so it is not surprising. She has a hard expression on her face and she speaks without emotion. Matt and I give each other the sarcastic “great” look and roll our eyes. I am tired, hungry and don’t feel like dealing with a mean waitress. When we order our food I can feel her eyes go through me. Her glare makes me even more irritated and Matt and I shoot each other another…

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    March 5, 2015
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