Tuesday, September 27, 2016

You are Already Loved




These words hang imprinted on a baby picture of my middle son in his room.  It is where he can see it every day.  The first thing he sees in the morning and the last thing he sees at night. 

These words are precious to me not because they are true about how we (his mom and dad) feel about him, although we do, but because they were spoken directly into his spirit from the Lord.
 
Last year our son went through a time when he struggled with knowing he was loved.   He feared losing love. He seemed to think he needed to earn our love and his heavenly Father’s love. 

Through a prayer, our son heard the Lord speak these words to him in his spirit, “You are already loved."

The words spoken to him were perfect.  Yes, he is already loved.  I showed him a picture of him as a baby and told him that we loved him before he was even born.  We loved him before he ever did one thing right or before he ever did one thing wrong and that there was nothing he could do that would make us love him more or less.  We loved him just because he is our son. 

The same is true with your heavenly Father.  I believe the Lord wants to speak these words to you today. 

You are Already Loved

“And the glory which You have given Me I have given them, that they may be one just as We are one: I in them, and You in Me, that they may be made perfect in one, and that the world may know that You have sent Me, and have loved them as You have loved Me.  Father, I desire that they also whom You gave Me may be with Me where I am, that they may behold My glory which You have given Me, for You loved Me before the foundation of the world.  O righteous Father!  The word has not known You, but I have known that You sent Me.  And I have declared to them Your name, and will declare it, that the love with which You loved Me may be in them, and I in them. “ John 17:22-24 (emphasis added)

The Lord loved you before the foundations of the world.  Before you did one thing right, or before you did one thing wrong…He loved you.  There is nothing more you can do to earn His love or for Him to love you more.  And there is nothing you could ever do to lose His love.  He loves you just because you are and you are His.

This is a truth I pray penetrates deep down inside our being and takes solid root anchored securely in the soil of your heart. You are already loved my dear friend.   

Father, help us to know your love more and more.  Lord, may we be rooted and grounded in your love.  And that we would know the length, the height, the depth, and the width of your love for us. May we know we cannot earn your love nor can we lose it when we fail.  Lord, help us rest in your love.  In Jesus' Name, Amen.  


Monday, July 4, 2016

Remembering My Why

It's summer!  In summers past, my days were filled with trips to splash pads, wade pools in the front yard, trips to the local zoo (which rocks, by the way!), and running through sprinklers with neighborhood friends.  How I treasure these past time memories with my littles!  But, as all things do, this too has changed.  My kids, no longer toddlers, but teens and preteens, no longer care for wade pools or runs through sprinklers.  Now filling our carefree summer days can be something of a creative challenge at times.  Last week, we all agreed on a day at the mall with some friends.  While roaming through various square-sized stores packed with sales and pleads to buy, I came across a sign with a message that spoke straight to my heart.

For a few months now, I've lost my why.  I love to write, but somewhere along the way, discouragement set in, time became sparse, and my passion had gotten lost in the middle of tiredness and time-constraints.  These obstacles weren't necessarily an issue in the past when my passion was full-course.  However, my passion had bopped to below eye making it difficult to see the reason behind my writing.

That day at the mall, God used Claires, a store full of overpriced trinkets for preteen girls, to speak to me.  For a brief moment, my eyes gazed upward.  On the top shelf there was a sparkly sign that said,

"When you want to give up, remember why you started."



Why did I get started? Why did I start writing that one random day in February 2011?  It was almost an after-thought.  Some people have asked me if I just woke up one day and said, "I think I'll write today."  Well, yes!  That is pretty much what happened!  But why?  Looking back, my why has always been about freedom.  On this Fourth of July, it seems fitting to me that I would remember my "why".

I see women, who are caught in captivity from a past sin or sins of those closest to them that have caused them much pain and bondage.  Feelings of unworthiness and insecurity haunt and taunt.  It makes me plum mad (to use a Southern term)!  Mad at the enemy for his accusations, lies, and torment.  My heart aches for these lovelies to know how dear they are to the King, to know who and Whose they are, and to know freedom.

This, my friends, is my why and has always been my "why".  Somehow along the path, I had forgotten and had bought into a lie myself, the lie that what I write isn't helping and no one needs to read it.

Today I read a post a friend had written on Facebook.  In it, she stated how because of people in her life who had sinned against her, she feels insecure and inadequate.  Oh, my sweet friend, you are not alone.  So many feel this way and it breaks my heart. Her post reminded me of my why...so my friend and others can hear the truth of God's love and find hope and freedom through the love of Jesus Christ.

I know what it is like to feel insecure.  Oh boy, do I! I know what it is like to feel inadequate and unworthy. But, these are all lies of the enemy.  Lies. Every. Single.One.Of. Them.

I am fed up (another Southern term, I believe!) with all of it!  Fed up with the enemy and his lying to my lovely sisters in Christ!  I tell you, fed up!

Through a sparkly sign at Claires and a Facebook post written by a friend today, I was reminded.  Thank you Claires and K (I'll just call my friend "K") and thank you Lord for reminded me of my why.

Lord, I pray I would obey you and write only the words you have for me to write to speak truth to your beloved daughters and sons.  Father, thank you for reminding me of my why and I pray that everyday I would wake up on fire for You, to live our Your purpose in my life and help set the captives free.  I pray for this place to be a conduit for freedom.  In Jesus' Name, Amen.

Today's truth:

Zephaniah 3:17  The Lord your God is in the midst of you, a Mighty One, a Savior [Who saves]!  HE will rejoice over you with joy;  He will rest [in silent satisifaction] and in His love He will be silent and make no mention [of past sins, or even recall them]; He will exult over you with singing. 



Thursday, April 14, 2016

In the Waiting

For many years, we have been waiting.  It has been an ongoing struggle.  I won’t go into details, but I will say it has been a battle that for me has been emotionally exhausting at times.  And it has to do with the health of someone in our family. (Nothing life-threatening. ) 

We are finally getting some answers and are at a place of peace with what we must do.  Last week we sat in a doctor’s office waiting to see the doctor.  I was sure she would confirm what we felt the Lord was leading us to accept and the step to take next in this journey. 

Glancing at my phone, I read the prayer request responses from a few faithful prayer warriors I knew would pray during this appointment.  Then I opened a book to pass the time and began to read.  Within the first paragraph, tears splashed onto the pages below.  My hand reached into my purse and waded through a variety of items in order to find the soft package of travel tissues.  Finding my tissues, I wiped my eyes, temporarily slowing the leaking. 

I again, turned to my phone and quickly texted a prayer request,

“We are still in the waiting room.  I just started tearing up while reading a book.  Please pray. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

As I typed the above request, my eyes fixed on the word “waiting”.  I couldn’t look away from it.  “We are still in the waiting…”

Still in the waiting.   For years, we have been in the waiting.   Perhaps I was emotional because I could sense we were almost done waiting.  Or perhaps it was because the wait has been long. 
Yes, we would have loved for the Lord to choose to heal our family member quickly and supernaturally.  Yes, and amen!  However, it doesn’t appear that is the road the Lord has chosen for this particular journey.  We have been seeking the Lord and praying about this particular issue for years, waiting and then moving when led, and then waiting some more.  We have seen God move and have seen progress.  However, we have not seen complete deliverance.  What we have seen, though, is our God being faithful to answer what the next step is, directing and guiding us every step of the way and helping us prepare our hearts for His next leading. 

At the doctor’s office that day, what we felt the Lord saying to us was confirmed by the doctor and we do have a clear path forward as we follow the Lord in His next step. 

Are we still in the waiting?  Yes.  But I have a peace that passes all understanding knowing we are in the waiting room of the Great Physician.  He is altogether good, loving, and trustworthy. It isn’t that He is too busy or doesn’t care or just wants us to wait.  If we are in the waiting room, there is always a higher purpose in it.
     
“I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, And in His word I do hope.” Ps 130:5

“My soul, wait silently for God alone, for my expectation is from Him.  He only is my rock and my salvation; He is my defense; I shall not be moved.  In God is my salvation and my glory; the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God.  Trust in Him at all times, you people; pour out your heart belfore Him; God is a refuge for us. “ Ps 62:5-8

Are you in the waiting room today?  The Lord is with you in the waiting. 


Father, I thank you that you are right in the middle of the waiting.  Lord, it is in Your Word that I hope.  I wait silently for You alone, O Lord!  My expectation is from You.  You are my rock and salvation, my strong defense and I shall not be moved.  I trust in You and I pour out my heart before You, O God.  You are my refuge, strength and shield.  Deliver by Your mighty hand.  Lead and guide me in your path of deliverance, healing, and restoration. And if waiting is part of the journey, I ask to see You in the waiting and for your full and perfect plan to be fulfilled.  I ask for complete healing, body, soul and spirit, In Jesus’ Name, Amen. 



Monday, April 11, 2016

Help! I Feel Like Quitting

My writing has been sporadic lately.  Can I be honest?  I sometimes question if I should continue writing.  Sometimes I think I should quit.

Are there dreams, passions, or pursuits that you sometimes feel like maybe you should quit?

I'm just being honest with you today.  I pray you will give me room to share my humanness with you. People need encouragement and without it, pressing on can be hard.

Thankfully, I am about to start a Bible study with Proverbs 31 Online Bible Studies called 5 Habits of a Women Who Doesn't Quit.


Since I am beginning this study, I figure I can wait until after the study and decide whether or not I should quit.  ; ) As usually is the case, I think this study is happening at just the right time!

If you would like to join me, you can go to http://proverbs31.org/online-bible-studies/ to sign up today!  This study begins April 18.

Let's pray about this today:

"A man's heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps." Proverbs 16:9

Lord, you know me.  You know my faults, weaknesses, and strengths.  Lord, I ask for you to direct my steps.  Father, I ask for wisdom and perseverance to continue on in what You would have me do and for release to let go of what you are done with.  I don't want to continue anything in my flesh that you are not in, but I also don't want to abandon any work that you have for me to continue in.  Lord, I ask for you to show me what is you and what is me.  My desire is to only be in your will.  Stir up in me a passion for the things you want me to press on in and give me peace in the things you are wanting me to let go of.  In Jesus' Name, Amen. 





Thursday, March 24, 2016

Almost Missed Ministry Opportunity

The boys were all out of the house at a men's ministry activity with our church--Paint Ball. It was just me and Sarah for the entire morning.  Sarah was looking forward to some girl time with mommy.   I, on the other hand, was thinking about a speaking engagement I had coming up a week later and the talk I needed to work on.  A whole Saturday morning free of the boys would be a great opportunity to practice my talk and spend time preparing.

Sarah's sweet smile and enthusiasm for spending time with her mommy won out.  Plus the day before, I had told her we could be together that morning and it didn't seem right to back out now.

We had pancakes, did a tea party with her stuffed animals, painted nails, and ended up in my bedroom talking while folding some laundry that had been waiting a couple of days to be put in drawers.

It was a lovely Spirit led morning.  Every moment seemed right.   My head had been fixed on doing what seemed pressing, but it was trumped by my heart beating to what was most important.

As I folded the two-day-old laundry, my nine-year-old daughter told me a story.  She told me how the Lord had been working in her life.  She shared about how she experienced the Lord in a new way at a prayer meeting and how the Lord freed her from a fear of what people thought about her hands being raised or her feet dancing as she worshiped.  She then asked me if I had a story to share about what Jesus has done in my life.  And so I left the laundry to wait a few minutes more and shared part of my story (at an age appropriate level) with her. At the end, she expressed how thankful she was to have a godly mom who loves Jesus. Wow.

And I almost missed it.  While sitting there with my sweet girl, I knew I was doing ministry.  Right there in my home, listening to my girl, folding laundry, painting nails, making pancakes--all ministry.

A week later I would be in a room full of women speaking, but I felt like the Lord was reminding me in that moment where my most important ministry truly is found.  It isn't found in a speaking engagement, writing a blog post, ministering on a retreat, or leading a Bible study (although all those are good!), it is found in the everyday activities, in my home, with my family, one on one with the people God places in my path.

That Saturday, the most important assignment the Lord had for me was ministering to my daughter....and I almost missed it.  How thankful I am that He didn't let me miss it!  

"By this we know love, because He laid down His life for us.  And we also ought to lay down our lives for the brethren." 1 John 3:16







Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Blue Skies Above

Last weekend I had the privilege of going to Nebraska to be a part of a speaking team for the Refresh My Heart Women’s Conference put on by Lelia Chealey.  Nebraska y’all!!  What an incredible weekend! I met wonderful women from different parts of the country!  I was teased a little about bringing such a big suitcase for a short weekend.  However, I left with a heart fuller than my overstuffed suitcase and refreshed by my sweet all powerful God.

On the way to the conference I had been on two separate flights.  On one flight I had an aisle seat and the other I was squished between two largely proportioned men.  On the flight back, once again I found myself sandwiched between two men.  Trying to look past the man to my right to see through the window, I realized it was a mute mission and nestled myself into a book I had picked up at the conference.  The book was Every Little Thing, by Deidra Riggs (Which I love, by the way!).  

The plane landed in Chicago O’Hare Airport and we were instructed to remain on the flight if heading to Nashville.  Passengers going to Panama City, Baltimore, New Orleans, and Dallas fled the plane in order to rush across the airport to their adjoining flights.  I was able to remain.  I turned to the man at the window seat hopeful he might be leaving and asked, “Are you staying on the plane?”  He said he was getting off here and my heart leaped!  A window seat!  I will finally get a window seat!  He got up and as soon as he was in the aisle, I moved to his seat.  A window.  My heart was happy. 

It was a dreary day.  Rain poured from the sky as a watering can over a flowerbed.  People from across the globe boarded the plane and we ascended into the sky. 

Soon we were above the clouds.  It was breathtaking.  I looked down to see a blanket of white that appeared like snow-covered ground, bumpy and uneven with valleys and hills defining a beautiful landscape.  Then I raised my gaze and saw the blue sky.  Florida blue skies.  The kind that beg for you to soak in their glory and fullness of that clear deep blue. 

I use to say to my husband that all I want is blue skies—Florida blue skies--every day. 
However, the reality is that not every day has blue skies and certainly not Florida blue. 

Thirty minutes earlier, I had left the Chicago airport and it had been raining and the sky from my view on the ground was gray with charcoal colored clouds above.  Rainy.  Dreary. Wet. But now, in the air, there were nothing but white clouds below and blue skies above.  Perspective.

When we keep our eyes low focusing on only what we can see at ground level, it can sometimes be hard to see past the gray.  Rain comes. Life hurts.  And the pain can leave you drenched in dread, soaked and weighted down by the cares of this world.  It is easy to forget that above the clouds there are blue skies.  The blue skies are always there, crisp and clear and full of hope. 
I wrote this post from 25,000 feet up in the air in my journal.  On the front of my journal, it appropriately has part of a verse on it…

“Set your hearts on things above.” Col 3:1
The remainder of the verse says, “Not on things on the earth.”

Whatever you are going through today, I understand that your pain is real and from your view, it may appear very bleak.  But the Lord has a higher perspective.  His ways are higher than our ways.  From His view, He sees there are blue skies just beyond the charcoal colored clouds.  Keep on going in positive expectation that the rain will end, the clouds will clear, and the blue skies that have been there all along will eventually shine through.

It is easy to forget that above the clouds there are blue skies.  The blue skies are always there, crisp and clear and full of hope. 

“Set your heart of things above, not on things on the earth.” Col 3:2

“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:9

“’For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’” Jeremiah 29:11

“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1



 Father, I pray that when our skies look gray and bleak, that we would remember to keep our eyes on things above.  Help us Lord see things from your point of view.  In Jesus' Name, Amen. 



Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Every Face Has a Story

My daughter set up her stuffed animals in a semicircle around a picnic blanket.  Her plan was a tea party with many of her beloved stuffed animals.  She has about fifty, but that is another story.  I have asked her many times to give some away but she insists she loves them all and couldn't possibly part with any.

As we sat drinking pretend tea and discussing the pressing issues her stuffed animals were facing, I was interested in finding out if she truly loved all these stuffed animals or if we could purge her room of some.  Perhaps find another loving home for them.

I asked her a question.  What is that animal's story?  We went through each animal in her room and sure enough, they all had a story.  From, this animal was given to me by my best friend in second grade to Dad ran all the way to the back of the Magic Kingdom to get Thumper.  Oh yes, he did.

As she spoke with a certain adoration for these inanimate fluffies, I felt it reflected in a sense of how the Lord looks on each one of us.  Of course, His love is infinitely greater than Sarah's love for Thumper, Dumbo or Mickey, but on a smaller scale, I saw a comparison.

Two nights after the stuffed animal tea party, we went to Winter Jam, a Christian music concert with several artists.  We sat in a stadium of about twenty-thousand people.  Looking over the crowd, I felt as if the Lord was saying.  Look at their faces.  Every face in that stadium represented a story.  As I looked around I knew the Lord knew every story.  And He adored every person as His own.



Some of those stories may have been that their best friend invited them to church in second grade and they accepted Jesus into their lives.  Other stories may have been that their Heavenly Father ran to the ends of the earth and beyond in order to bring them to Him and were coming to know Jesus for the first time that night.

The Lord sees us each as unique and our stories matter to Him.  He knows our stories.  He knows all of us and where we have been.  We are important to Him and we are adored by Him.  No matter if we are torn, old, dirty or our stuffing has nearly been knocked out of us, He adores us and calls us His.  He wouldn't part with us for anything.  He cares for us.

And your Heavenly Father, would run to the ends of the earth and beyond to find you.

Praying this truth blesses you today as you think about the love Jesus has for you.  He loves you.  He knows your story.  You are His.

"But when He [Jesus] saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion for them, because they were weary and scattered, like sheep having no shepherd." Matt 9:36




 
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