Dream Board 2025

Over the past several years, I’ve established a tradition of creating a ‘Dream Board’ poster. This visual display serves as a daily powerful reminder of the goals I set for myself each year. A 2024 Dream Board goal was to obtain an ASA Sailing Certification. I did indeed get certified, so I thought it would be apropos to use some sailing terminology to help y’all understand the Dream Board’s aim.

My Dream Board is like setting a course for the next 12 months. “Setting a course” means determining the intended direction of travel to reach a specific destination. However, sometimes the direction changes unexpectedly. “Setting a heading” refers to the actual direction the bow of a sailboat is pointed at a given moment, which may differ from the intended course due to factors like wind or current; essentially, a course is the planned path, while a heading is the current direction the boat is facing. So, to continue the analogy, I set my course in January each year with the Dream Board goals, but sometimes life throws some current and wind changes, and therefore the heading differs from the original plan. There’s grace poured out all over my Dream Board, and there is therefore no condemnation when expectations go unmet. 

The Dream Board gives me direction and purpose throughout the year. 

All that to say: I haven’t created my 2025 Dream Board yet. It’s not because I haven’t been thinking about it (obviously). It’s really because God has been so good to help me reach past goals that I’ve been stumped about what goals to aim for next. After literally decades of struggle in my 20’s and 30’s, I miraculously and astoundingly entered into a season of great abundant blessing. I married a man who loves me selflessly. I earned a Master’s Degree. I traveled. I lost a ton of weight. I learned to sail. I flourished financially. I earned a Master’s Degree. I got an amazing remote teaching job that afforded great flexibility. I ran a successful business where I helped children learn to read. My young adult children did well and love Jesus. Through grace, I’ve accomplished so many things I set out to accomplish.

Let me be clear: I don’t deserve any of these things. God gave them nonetheless, and for that I am grateful. Super duper grateful. However, in the midst of all these great blessings, I sheepishly admit that I’ve felt a bit of emptiness creep into my heart and ennui leech into my routine. This emptiness and ennui has had me thinking of King Solomon. 

Solomon was the richest king who ever lived. He was surrounded by everything he could ever want. In 1 Kings chapter 10, we read that he amassed so much silver and gold that the people of Israel considered these precious metals rocks. Rocks! Solomon had a fleet of ships, 1,400 chariots, and an incredible army. He lived in a grand palace, had all the women he could want and more than he could handle. He had horses, a throne, and most importantly, he possessed more wisdom than any other person who has ever lived (save Christ Jesus Himself). Yet among all this opulence and plenty, Solomon penned these bleak words: “I have seen all the works which have been done under the sun, and behold, all is futility and striving after wind.” (Ecclesiastes 1:14)

I imagine Solomon, dressed in his royal purple robe, bejeweled crown on his head, sipping the choicest wine from an expensive golden goblet. He’s on his palace balcony looking out over beautifully manicured gardens. He hears the alluring laughter of gorgeous ladies decked out in fine colorful cloth and adorned with tinkling jewelry- all of them at his beck and call. The sun is setting, the weather is perfect, and his belly is full of the best dinner made by personal chefs. The country is at peace. Given his circumstances, Solomon should be completely satisfied. Instead, a feeling of emptiness and ennui creeps into his consciousness. Somehow, all of these blessings prove- to use his word- futile. 

Like Solomon, I’ve gotten a taste of the many good things this earth has to offer. I’ve strived and obtained. While I am so very grateful for these many blessings, I am increasingly and acutely aware that it’s all so. very. temporary. Like the Bible says, I am a pilgrim passing through, and none of what I see and touch will remain. The only things that will remain are relationships with other people, salvation, and my relationship with God. That’s it

I’ve often imagined myself standing on a bridge spanning a wide river. I throw a rock into the river and watch the splash and subsequent ripples. That rock and its wake represent my impact on this world. I want the rock I throw to be a BIG rock. I want to make a bombastic splash, and I want the ripples to be so wide that they reach the riverbank. 

In other words, I want to do something that matters. I want to leave a generational ripple that will affect many. Maybe these are ambitious thoughts, but my faith says they aren’t. The desire to leave an eternal impact for God’s Kingdom has always been there brewing, stewing and percolating in my heart since I can remember. I can only conclude that God put these desires there when He knitted me together, and then He stoked these Kingdom ambitions when He gave me new life in Christ. 

When I meet Jesus, I don’t want to show up empty handed. I want to have an offering that makes Him proud. I want to be faithful with the talents He gave me so that He’ll reward me and entrust me with more in eternity (Matthew 5:21). I want my life and my work here to mean something. I don’t want my efforts to be futile like chasing the wind.

Which brings me back to my 2025 Dream Board. I have concluded that it will look a little different this year. Unlike other years, I only have one goal. It is this:

Build an eternal legacy. 

And honestly, I have no idea what that will look like. I do know that I will be asking God to give me direction. I know I can’t build a legacy that will leave a large splash without getting and following His marching orders to a “T.” If He says, “Jump,” my response will have to be, “How high?” 

This is undeniably a lofty goal, but I know I don’t have to do it alone (Deuteronomy 31:8). Not only will Jesus tell me what to do (James 1:5), He will give me the ability to do it (Philippians 4:13). And THEN He’ll reward me for doing it (Romans 2:6). King Jesus is kind like that.

So, Onward Ho! Course set. Let’s make some ripples in 2025, Jesus.

Don’t Quit!

I have anemia. It’s kinda bad. I have to receive blood transfusions and iron infusions every whip-stitch to stay active. Severe anemia comes with bummer symptoms. I get tired easily. Not the typical, “I’m tired after a long day,” tired. But the, “my bones and joints ache, I have molasses in my veins, you cannot understand unless you’ve lived it” tired. Standing up too quickly isn’t recommended. I’m always cold. Sleeping soundly is difficult because my poor overloaded red blood cells have a hard time carrying enough oxygen to other needy cells. My hair is thin. It’s not a fun time. 

In a season of the greatest fatigue I’ve ever experienced, I am also the busiest I have ever been. Figures.

In October, Steve and I went to Stowe, Vermont to do some leaf-peeping. The foliage was absolutely stunning as we were fortunate enough to be there at near peak conditions. One afternoon, Steve decided on a whim that it would be fun to hike a path. This particular trail promised a pretty outlook over a mountainous expanse. I could not have been more excited to view lit up colorful trees near sunset from a high vantage point.

About five minutes into the steady uphill trail, a descending hiker passed us to our left. I casually asked him, “How far is it to the top?” I fully expected him to answer with an estimate of ten to fifteen minutes. It turned out that there indeed was a nice view about a ten minute hike away. However, he informed us that there was an even better magnificent view “at the top” if we had it in our tanks to make the summit. 

Our mind was made up in an instant. Steve and I were making the climb.

This was ill-advised. The time was nearing sunset. We had a three hour hike and two hours of light left. This of course meant the hike down would be mostly in the dark. We weren’t properly dressed for Vermont in October- especially after dark. We weren’t carrying water bottles or flashlights. But I was determined. Goal set. We. Were. Going. 

And so we climbed. As we climbed, the path got steeper. The temperature got colder. The air got less dense. Once we reached a particular elevation, I began to see snow on the side of the path. The vegetation transitioned from beautiful colorful deciduous trees to snow capped conifers. The ground went from leaf covered clay to icy mud. 

Our day had already been a full one. Previous to our hike, we had walked around the town of Stowe and done all the touristy things. Our sight-seeing had been enough to make a healthy person fatigued. 

But I was not a normal healthy person. I had severe anemia.

Somewhere about an hour into the hour-and-a-half uphill climb, I began to get tired. Bone. Tired. I was scrambling over boulders. Climbing over iced surfaces. Crunching through snow. My legs were shaking. My heart was doing that annoying palpitation thing telling me I was nearing “tap out” time.

Instead of giving up and obeying my protesting body, I silently prayed for help. The Holy Spirit began to direct my thoughts. Dozens of memories and scenarios percolated to the surface. 

I thought of how my marine friend survived torture training by not letting his drill sergeants weaken his mind or resolve.

I thought of Kenneth Bae, a Christian prisoner in North Korea. His testimony, which I had the privilege of transcribing for his memoir Not Forgotten, included details of a relentless barrage of Kim Jong Un’s propaganda, broadcasted in his cell 24 hours a day. He survived this mental assault and other tortures by renewing his mind with God’s promises and finding solace in the constancy of Jesus’ love.

I thought of the Apostle Paul in a freezing, dank, dripping Roman prison writing the magnificent astounding words before his execution, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” (2 Timothy 4:7-8)

I thought of the scene in the movie, Gattaca, when Ethan Hawk’s character, Vincent, out swam his genetically enhanced brother, Anton, because Vincent never thought of quitting.

I thought of Navy Seals refusing to ring the bell to signal that they were tapping out of training. “Make it through or die,” one Seal graduate had said.   

I thought of Christians all throughout the world who were hiding their Bibles from authorities. Ducking in caves to worship. Losing loved-ones to persecution. Risking their temporal lives to save eternal ones.  

Over and over and over again, scenario after scenario, God brought to mind people who had persevered. 

I thought about grit and how it is the greatest predictor of success. 

I thought that if these courageous folks God was bringing to mind could persevere to do amazing big things, surely I could will my feet to keep ascending to accomplish this small thing.

I thought about how it is the people who show up even when it is hard who get the lasting victory. 

In a MUCH less dramatic fashion than these other people I was thinking about had made it, I showed up and made it to the summit too. I refused to quit. I kept going. And as I climbed the last few icy boulders to reach the top of the mountain, I wondered if this small test was mere training for some greater adversity coming in the future.

“If so, Jesus,” I thought, “Help me to endure to the end.” For those who endure to the end will be saved. (Matthew 24:13)

I made it to the top that day, just as I make it out of bed and through my “to do” list every day. Daily I discipline my body to go when it doesn’t want to go (1 Corinthians 9:27). I climb on. Mind over matter. Will over circumstances. Every. Single. Day. After all, this world is temporary. I am merely a traveler passing through (1 Peter 2:11). There is a prize to be won, a goal set, (1 Corinthians 9:4) and a King to make proud (Matthew 25:23). He’s given me such a little bit of time down here (James 4:14) to do the things He prepared for me in advance to do (Ephesians 2:10). Even though I mess up and act in a way unbecoming of a princess sometimes (1 Peter 2:9), He’s with me (Hebrews 13:5) and forgiving me (1 John 1:9). Jesus, along with so many others, encourages me to never ring the bell and quit (Hebrews 12:1). For when I am weak, He is strong (1 Corinthians 12:10), and apart from Him I can do nothing (John 15:5). 

By the way, not only did Steve and I summit the mountain, we made it safely down the trail in the dark with only a cell phone to light the way. I could write a whole other post about that little light’s power, but that’ll be for another day. The roaring fire and pizza we enjoyed late that evening at the “base camp” restaurant was its own reward!

The Sin of Discontentment

“There is nothing upon which I look back with more real shame- and I hope, real sorrow- than upon past seasons of murmuring, discontent, and fretfulness.

“While I was under the dominion of discontent and unthankfulness, I did not consider the devastation. All this time I was being robbed of my faith, hope, peace, confidence, my innumerable comforts…

“The sin of discontent… blights and withers all the Christian graces; it robs God of glory; it turns all the privileges and blessings we have into poison.

“Nothing can be more opposed to that exhortation of the apostle: ‘Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus.'”

Sarah Hawkes (1759-1832)

Goodness, precious Sarah. Way to spell it out. You’re self awareness is a revelation. (She’s yet another saint I plan to seek out and get to know in the next life! God’s family is just so cool.)

Just as Ms. Sarah pondered the sin of discontentment and its consequences, lately I too have been thinking about its ramifications. Discontentment is a rampant plague of our day. Comparison. Jealousy. Dissatisfaction with our current stations. Always seeking. Never satisfied. We’re a grumbling complaining mess. Unthankfulness is dangerous to our souls.

I could talk about how God severely judged Israel in the desert for their grumbling and complaining in Exodus 5. (Go read it!) I could list other Biblical examples to demonstrate just what Jesus thinks about an ungrateful heart. But I’m not going to do that. Instead, this post will a bit of a departure from my usual teaching style to strive more for remedy and application.

I am going to write a list of things I am thankful for as a spiritual exercise. (I invite you, dear reader, to fire up your word processing application to follow suit.) As I write my gratitude list, I remember that every good and perfect gift comes down from the Father of Heavenly Lights (James 1:17). EVERY good gift comes from above. I want to take the time to recognize a few of these good gifts to say, “Thank You,” to God. In this way, I lead my heart into gratefulness and ward of the sin of discontentment. It’s how I follow Paul’s advice to “renew my mind” (Romans 2:12).

So, without further ado, I am thankful for:

  1. technology. I use technology to do my work as a dyslexia therapist. I use it to write this blog. I use it to stay informed of things happening right now on the other side of the world. (As an aside, I am reminded that Jesus told us that in the last days, knowledge would increase. I love that God is not one to exaggerate. In fact, the Bible is so beautifully understated. When Jesus said knowledge would increase, He wasn’t kidding.)
  2. dance; God, in His sovereignty, decided to give me the ability to dance. I will one day dance around His throne without physical limitations and with full understanding. Maybe I’ll get to see King David dance too. Oh what a day it will be!
  3. colors and the ability to perceive them; Can you imagine not being able to see? What if this world were only five shades of grey? Thank You, Jesus, for the gift of physical sight and for giving me spiritual eyes to see Your truth.
  4. my students; I am grateful for each one of them, and I am forever thankful that their parents entrust a part of their children’s day to me. It’s an honor and privilege I do not take on lightly.
  5. my blue Kia Rio. It is a basic economy car that gets me from A to B. I don’t have power windows or power locks. Forget leather seats or a sunroof! I bought my car in 2018 as an emotionally broken newly-single adult who badly needed transportation. At the time of purchase, I didn’t know if I would qualify for a car loan- and was overjoyed and overflowing with gratitude when I did. After I drove the Rio home, I remember my confused children asking, “How do you roll down the windows?” I laughed and explained the old school hand crank. My little car has taken me to Mississippi for graduate classes. It took me on my first dates with my now husband. It allowed me to be an Uber Driver when I desperately needed income. There are many other vehicles on the road that are much more flashy with more outstanding features and amenities. However, I can promise you that you won’t find many drivers more grateful for their vehicle than this girl right here.
  6. The Joy of Cooking cookbook Steve bought for me; Mom had this book in the kitchen as I was growing up, so I wanted one too. Steve remembered I wanted the cookbook and got it for me for Christmas one year. It’s displayed prominently on my book shelf.
  7. great Bible teachers like Alistair Begg, Perry Stone, Allen Nolan, Paul Washer, Ravi Zacharias (despite his failings), Jerry Peebles, Charles Spurgeon, Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth, Dwight L. Moody, John MacArthur, Janet Parshall, Charles Swindoll, Derek Prince, Ray Comfort, Ken Ham, Chip Ingram, Jimmy Evans, Robert Morris, and so many others who have given their lives to the advancement of the Gospel. These folks have not only helped me understand the Bible better, but these preacher/teacher saints were also used by the Holy Spirit to sanctify me through the washing of the water of the Word.
  8. Bulgaria’s roses. I traveled to Bulgaria a couple of years ago. Bulgaria’s dark loamy soil helps produce the most gorgeous roses in the world. I cried more than once looking at these beautiful flowers.
  9. washing machines and dryers; The other day I was dreading doing laundry. As I was loading the washer, it occurred to me that just a couple of generations ago, our grandmothers had no such machine to help them on washing day. That thought shut down my silent complaining real quick.
  10. rest stops along the road; I’ve had my gall bladder removed- if you know, you know. I can tell you with all sincerity that I have literally praised the Lord after seeing a “Rest Area” sign on the highway.
  11. blood donors who have kept me healthy when I needed a transfusion; If you’re a blood donor- thank you.
  12. Dark chocolate; I’m particularly grateful for this yumminess on certain days of the month.
  13. an electric blanket that keeps my iron-deficient body warm; My husband gave me two electric blankets one year for Christmas. They are life in the winter!
  14. the ability to share and reason with God; on a recent drive I was talking to God about all the things that make people special because He created us His image. (We can think, communicate, create, and are consciously aware- unlike other created beings.) Somewhere in my mental meanderings, I randomly wished that people could fly like birds. I felt like I heard a cheeky response to that wishful thought from the Holy Spirit: “I gave people a mind that allows them to fly.” I chuckled and answered back, “Touché, Jesus.”
  15. sponges that have a textured side and a regular spongy side; They make cleaning so much more efficient!
  16. polarized sunglasses; Dude. If you haven’t tried these at the beach, polarized sunglasses make a HUGE difference in visibility.
  17. the fact that my husband likes to snuggle; I joke that I am a “Care Bear” because I like to cuddle so much. I am grateful God has given me a partner who never tires… and I mean never tires… of snuggles.
  18. my nail tech; She is so sweet and kind. She diligently takes care of her parents and husband at home while making so many women feel better throughout her workday. She has no idea how special she is. God help her to know how special she is!
  19. the night I was allowed to see the Holy Spirit; This experience not only changed my life but it anchors me in good times and in bad times.
  20. my spouse’s laugh that is rich and heady like dark molasses
  21. all the days spent out on the water growing up; I never knew what a blessing it was to have a boat until I got older. My brother and I learned to ski when we were just five-years-old. Summers at Raccoon Lake in Indiana were the best!
  22. my daughter’s compassion for even perfect strangers; She never lets me or anyone else get away with treating others poorly.
  23. travel; I simply love to travel, and I have been lucky over the past couple of years to visit so many new and wonderful places.
  24. Red Wood Trees; I. LITERALLY. DIE.
  25. my husband; Before time began, Jesus thought to create this whole other beautiful and kind person with me in mind. This reality drives me to my knees.
  26. my son’s empathy; it takes bravery and courage to be an empathetic male.
  27. music; I feel it. Music is transformative. It’s powerful. It can express what we are feeling unlike any other medium. What must music in heaven sound like? Sighhhh.
  28. my mother’s loyalty that holds strong even through great trial; Her faithfulness is unwavering.
  29. all the things my mom taught me; how to wrap a gift; how to make biscuits and gravy; how to clean a bathroom; how to say thank you!; how to be assertive; how to adult.
  30. leather items; Real buttery leather is worth paying a little extra for.
  31. the screened in back patio; I watch the sunrise and birds eat out of a little birdfeeder my husband set up from the patio. I drink coffee with Steve in the evening on the patio. The first warm nights after winter on the patio make me happy.
  32. the typing class I took in 9th grade; I can think of no other class that has benefitted me more.
  33. Indiana University; I completed my undergrad degree there. The grassy rolling hills campus is absolutely beautiful. Earth-toned mums will always be synonymous with fall in Bloomington, Indiana.
  34. my dad’s service to his family throughout his entire life; Dad finished strong. I am so proud of him.
  35. shoes; Ask my husband. I love shoes. One day, if God really wants to spoil me, I might own a pair of red-bottomed heeled Louis Vuitton’s.
  36. my twin brother’s ahead-of-its-time book, The Omega Manifesto; If you haven’t read it, READ IT NOW! (Hey, Scott! Write an update, bro!)
  37. all the different seasonings that make all the different savory dishes so yummy! Saffron, basil, cinnamon, and sumac are my favorites. Don’t forget Tony’s- I live in the south now ya’ll!
  38. the ability to perceive time accurately; I now understand through first hand experience that not all people can correctly judge the passage of time or properly predict how much time a particular task will take. I had no idea that “time blindness” was even a thing until a couple of years ago. Time management and proper planning are gifts God has given me. Now that I understand how others struggle with these skills, I am very grateful to be born with a natural ability to perceive time and plan accordingly.
  39. rainbows; They remind me of God’s grace. They also help me to remember that Noah was a real person- and he was faithful even when it was really really hard to be.
  40. breastfeeding my babies; I will always be grateful for the time I was able to nourish my babies. The process is so miraculous!
  41. earbuds; Can you imagine life without them now that we have them? I’m currently listening to a Phil Wickham song on repeat as I type this list using… earbuds.
  42. USPS, Amazon, and Instacart; I don’t even have to leave the comfort of my home to get the things I want and need!
  43. Francine Rivers; She authored my favorite book, Redeeming Love. Her personal testimony is amazing.
  44. Palmer’s shea butter lotion; It’s the best- trust me on this.
  45. Duolingo; I am learning Spanish using this app! It’s hard, but it is also engaging and fun.
  46. photographs- both digital and hard copy; My dad is gone, but I still have pictures of him. My children are grown, but I can recall what they looked like as babies because some very smart men invented a way to capture light.
  47. adoption; My spiritual adoption gives me eternal life. My earthly adoption gave me a family.
  48. Valentine’s Day; It’s my favorite holiday because it celebrates love. What could be better than that?
  49. the fact that God helps me be a better “bonus” parent; step-parenting is hard. The truths in Scripture help me to better navigate a blended family with grace and perseverance.
  50. the YouTube channel I Am Second. Revelation 12:11 says that we are “saved by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony”. A testimony is a powerful tool in Abba Father’s arsenal to lead people to His Son. This YouTube Channel is full of real people sharing their real story of how they came to know Jesus.
  51. Dani and Valerie; Friends are God’s greatest gifts.
  52. Weathertech floormats; I didn’t know these existed until I started living on a dirt road and was complaining about how icky my car floors were getting. Steve bought me nifty new floormats that have not only protected my car from the dirt road, but they’ve also been super handy when Ubering around sandy beach tourists!
  53. sleep; Rest, true magnificent rest, is a gift from above.
  54. fall foliage; If I were writing a song for Julie Andrews; color leaves would make my “favorite things” list. Not only are on fire autumn trees beautiful, but the smell of fall is also just the best thing ever.
  55. my beating heart; On average, my hard-working heart beats over 100,000 times a day. What kind of Mind could make such an organ? It’s mind-boggling.
  56. my husband’s prayers; The other day, as we were going to sleep, I asked Steve, “What are you thinking about?” He said, “I’m praying.” “About what?” I asked. He said, “I just said to God, ‘I hope You had a good day, Jesus.'” My selfless husband. Instead of coming to God with a laundry list of wants, Steve cared about God’s feelings first. Ya’ll. I might have cried.
  57. lipstick; Sometimes a girl just needs a little moisturizing color!
  58. telescopes; Steve set up a telescope that allowed me to see Jupiter and Saturn for myself for the first time a couple of years ago. As I gazed at the magnified planets that evening, I thought of their Creator. Jesus made all this cool stuff in the heavens that up until recent history we could not see. I imagine God waiting patiently for men to invent things like telescopes and Hubble so that we could marvel and rejoice over all the wonderful things He has made.
  59. self employment; I love working for myself and being my own boss.
  60. answered prayers; From the trivial (“Help me find my keys, God!”) to the monumental (“Save my child!”), God hears me. I’ve learned that sometimes His answer is no. That’s hard to hear and live through. But God listens to my every thought and intention, and He cares so very deeply about the details. What a blessing to serve a God like this. What a humbling thing it is to know Jesus as a Friend.

I could keep going, but I don’t want to wax on forever and make this laborious to read. Instead, I’ll end by saying that having an “attitude of gratitude” is easy if you take the time to recognize the many many good gifts Our Father gives. Like any parent, I am certain God likes it when we take the time to thank Him for the care and provision He graciously gives.

Be thankful, my friends. Contentment follows a grateful heart.

Pain Olympics

I have no sympathy for you.”

Have you ever heard or even “felt” these words? I have. It was awful to be on the receiving end of such a callous response.

God never treats His children this way. Like EVER. There is no “Pain Olympics” in God’s Kingdom where we have to meet or surpass some sort of arbitrary threshold of pain before God’s compassion is roused.

In fact, even if the pain we experience is our fault (aka the consequences of our sin), Jesus is still there to listen to our heartache and give loving advice. Remember the woman at the well? When Jesus met her, she had been married multiple times and was living “in sin” with another guy. Jesus didn’t lecture or condemn the woman for making poor choices. He listened. Jesus cared. His grace changed her life.

I have no sympathy for you.” These are not the humble words of children redeemed by undeserved grace. These dismissive words come from of a place of pride, jealousy, or bitterness.

Know what though? I’ve said these words. I’ve thought these words. Like the Pharisee in the temple who said, “At least I am not like that guy!”, I’ve turned up my nose at another struggling human being. God forgive me for forgetting about all the grace He’s given me.

How about these hurtful responses?

Good grief, first world problems.” <–Insert eyeroll here. (All of us want to be seen and validated. We are allowed to be overwhelmed or have bad days even if we live in a beautiful two-story home with our spouse, two kids, and golden retriever. We know there are starving children in Africa who deserve our prayers and generosity, but that doesn’t mean we are less deserving of a caring ear and a sympathetic response when we are truly struggling.)

What’s the big deal?” (Trivializing another’s stress and pain is ignorant. Only God knows the full picture. Only Jesus knows our full stories. We need to stop making rash ill-informed judgments of other people.)

Get over it already.” (Some people are born with more grit and resilience than others. If you happen to be one of those people who bounce back quickly after a setback or loss, thank Jesus that He gave you that kind of spirit.

One time, this guy I worked with was bragging about how he had never been sick in over three years. As he talked, I discerned that this gentlemen was silently judging co-workers for being ill and calling into work. When he walked away from my desk, I thought to myself, “God gave this man a wonderful immune system that wasn’t given to the rest of us. He should be grateful for his stellar health and not prideful about it… ‘cuz you know what they say… pride comes before a fall!” Wouldn’t you know it? A couple of weeks later, this guy was out sick for days with a terrible stomach bug.

I myself never understood depression, so I had a major lack of compassion for folks who seemed constantly bogged down and sad. However, Jesus allowed me to experience a season of crushing despair. It humbled me for good. Never again will I judge someone for not having the optimism and positivity God graciously wove into my DNA.

“At least you don’t have to go through what I am going through.” (One-upping is selfish, and well, just not nice!)

Finally, the second greatest commandment is this: “Love your neighbor as yourself.” When we say, “I have no sympathy for you,” we are not loving our neighbor.

Jesus’s compassion for us drove Him to leave His heavenly abode to not only dwell with us, but also to die on a cross for our mistakes. When the people of earth cried out in brokenness from the tragedies of their sin, God could have justly said, “They are only getting what they deserve. I have no sympathy for you.

He did not respond this way. Instead He loved us before we even thought to love Him. Jesus chose to be the great High Priest Who experienced rejection, loss, pain, and grief. Therefore, we can boldly approach His throne of grace to be heard, validated, sympathized with, and healed. I am thankful to serve a King like that.

We all should want to be like that.

The Pit

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Some disclaimers:

  1. This is a hard read. I’m sorry about that. I don’t mean to come across like an anvil or a monotonous endless gray-blue. As difficult as it is to read, I will not resort to pitiful platitudes or paint over “the hard” with rainbows to make it more comfortable. Pretending is a lie, and sometimes it’s okay to not be okay.
  1. It’s hard to share. I am an encourager and also don’t like to burden others with my “stuff”; it honestly feels rather self indulgent to talk about myself and the inner workings of my mind so much.
  1. A few weeks ago, the Lord told me to write. It has been a long time since I’ve written. Mostly because I didn’t feel like I had anything of clarity or worthwhile to say. I don’t know why God wants me to write. I don’t know if putting this part of my story to pen will help anyone but myself (there is something cathartic about writing it all down). I just… don’t know why He asked. I’m a little bit done trying to figure God out. But I do trust Him, so I will obey…

Four years ago exactly, I entered into a season of suffering. I had no idea when the suffering would end, nor did I know how far I would have to fall before reaching the bottom of the deepest darkest pit I had ever experienced. Every time I thought things couldn’t get worse, the landscape of my life just got blacker and more insidious.

About midway through this season (18 months in), I had a dream. I stood on a mountain. Everything around me was blown away or blown to bits by a strong wind. When the wind stopped, I surveyed the damage from my mountain peek. Although the wind had caused great destruction, I thought I had survived the onslaught with at least my footing intact. But then another even stronger wind blew, and it tore apart the very mountain I stood upon. I fell, down down down, with nothing to cling to. I was rudderless, anchorless, and grasping at empty air. Suddenly, Jesus, looking like a mountain Himself, caught me and held tight.

The dream became reality. Even though I had survived up to that point with steely resolve and steadfast faith, more suffering came. And more. More. Always more. I was punished. Pruned. Pulverized. Eventually, I had nothing left outwardly- all had been stripped away. Family, home, and any sense of normalcy were all gone like vapor. For all my bravado throughout the years of teaching others about Jesus and trusting Him in all circumstances, I had nothing left on the inside to give me the strength to fight another day. I was done. Cooked. Normally a positive person who had never experienced bouts of depression or despair, I wanted to die. Several times in the wee a.m. hours when sleep eluded me and insomnia left me hollow and haunted, I willed my stubborn heart to stop beating in my pounding ears. It didn’t feel selfish to think this way. I just wanted the pain to stop, and yet there was no sedative to numb the horror.

One Sunday morning a few months after my dream, my eyes were almost swollen shut- partially from lack of sleep but mostly from crying all night. Somehow, I still managed to will myself out of bed and make it to church to teach Sunday school. I wore sunglasses to hide my puffy eyes from the children and felt condemned and pathetic because my more-or-less impromptu lesson was subpar by even the most gracious of standards. While I tried to teach the kids about God and His people, I felt like an exhausted phony. It was a long hour. After Sunday school was finally over, I bolted and skipped actual church service. I knew I couldn’t wear sunglasses in the sanctuary without being thought of as a weirdo, and I didn’t want to face people or answer their questions when they saw me looking like I had been in a boxing match. I felt isolated and even ostracised because of my inability to live up to my other people’s standards, my own standards, and because of my inability to cope with the pain. (I mean, other people hurt too, and they still managed to keep going, right? Why was I such a wimp!?) I couldn’t suck it up and be the bubbly bright person everyone had always known. I had grown weary in doing good- and I felt judged because of my exhaustion.

I quit teaching Sunday school soon after that awful morning. When I quit, I felt like a total failure because I knew God’s truth: In order to gain my life, I needed to lose mine in the service of Him and others. But… I just couldn’t. I didn’t have it in me. It was too hard to continue to care about serving when it took all I had to… well… will myself out of bed each day. On top of feeling like a failure, I felt like a hypocrite too. I had taught and believed so much truth for many years. I had encouraged others to stand firm and hold fast, and in my pride I thought I had this faith walk “all worked out”. But now in the moment of truth, when I was in the flames, I couldn’t stand and do the right thing with joy. I was humiliated and ashamed.

Isolated. Ostracised. Failure. Judged. Hypocrite. Humiliated. Ashamed. But mostly sad and unbearably broken. That’s quite a list. It felt like hell had paid me a personal visit.

I knew what I was experiencing wasn’t just a physical fight. I was facing a spiritual attack, and my enemy’s endgame was the total deconstruction of my faith. Though I knew what was happening to my soul and spirit logically, it still didn’t help me to cope. The only thing I can compare this to is childbirth. Let me explain.

Just before a mother has achieved full dilation and is able to push her baby out, she goes through a short but incredibly painful portion of labor called transition. As her body contracts to open that last 2-3 cm of dilation, she usually feels her worst. She is sometimes sick to her stomach. She wants it to be over. She cries and complains that she “just can’t do it anymore!” As close as she is to seeing her baby, she doesn’t want to continue enduring the terrible pain.

I knowingly experienced this phenomenon in my second labor with Noah. That is to say, I mentally recognized when I was in transition even as my body instinctively took over and behaved apart from my conscious directives. I puked into a small dark pink hospital container. I not so graciously commanded my mother to “pray for me!” when my body was suddenly wracked with tremors. Though I knew my symptoms signaled I was nearing the final pushing stage, this understanding did nothing to ease the pain. I thought and prayed the very sentences labor books predicted I would in transition. “I want to be done!” I told God. “Help me!” I cried out in silent pleas to Jesus. If there had been a tap out button, I would have pushed it. Anything to escape or hide.

That’s how the second wave of suffering was for me. I knew what was happening mentally. I knew there would be an end. I knew that I was being attacked physically and spiritually. I knew that Jesus was in control. But knowing all of these truths didn’t ease my pain. I still wanted a tap out button. To escape. To hide.

Perhaps the hardest part of all was that I knew God had allowed it. No, Jesus wasn’t responsible for my sin and the sins of others. But He is King, and He has the final say in the affairs of men. So yeah… He allowed it all. Jesus- the same God Who died for me and poured out His grace on me day after day. The same God who had always shown up for me. Answered my prayers. Provided for me. Talked to me. Bailed me out. Done the miraculous (hello blog title!). This same gracious God was also now fierce and unexplainable. Father said no and meant it no matter how much I pleaded or protested, prayed, or fasted. He was holy. He was just. He was powerful. Any laughable illusion of control I had was gone in a sudden and terrifying display of uncontrollable stark reality.

But.

As promised, God didn’t let me go. Just as it was in my dream, Jesus was faithful to catch me when I had nothing. He came and sat with me in the dark and showed compassion for my despair. God still talked to me when I was covered in dirt and soot- the only thing left after watching my home and life burn. Father loved me even in His discipline and purifying fire- because He is a perfect Parent.

It’s how I survived.

It would be easy to jump to the joys of  my current season to neatly give hope to those in the middle of their own wind storm. But I am not going to do that. Not today at least. The reason? I am fully aware that it’s not easy to “just get over it”. The pit is deep- and it takes more than a minute to climb out. I weep with those who weep and do not belittle your pain.

I will say that I’ve learned a couple of really important things.

#1. I am far less critical and self-righteous. I am ashamed of myself for how I used to judge people. Man, I was so friggin’ prideful. I assumed and drew conclusions based on what I saw when I truly had no clue what the story was. Though I’m still not perfect, I am much less critical.

#2. I used to have a marked lack of compassion for people who battled depression, grief, and anxiety. “Buck up!” I’d think. Worse, when people complained of depression, I stupidly wanted to recommend my own prescription to make it all better- as if “three easy steps” or a positive attitude were enough to snap fingers and fix all woes. This short-sided stupidity ended abruptly during this season. I was in such deep depression and grief that I didn’t know how to process or handle it. Now I have zero (and I mean zero) judgement for those who battle with all-consuming sadness. Though I thankfully have never battled anxiety- that is not something that plagued me then, now, or ever- I have been humbled enough to recognize that even though I don’t struggle with something, I can still sympathize and have compassion for those who do.

#3. God is undefinable and unexplainable, but He is good.

Because He is good, I trust Him even when I cannot see.

Father Knows Best

6j739zb0pyoka7nwMy son, Noah, recently began running cross country. He loves it! It’s a rare opportunity for him to unleash his magnificent youthful maleness which, for the most part, usually must be contained or kept in check by rules, chairs, desks, and walls. He’s having a blast exploring the world by foot. In fact, Noah and his other cross country friends have campaigned for others to join in on the running fun. Their efforts must have been successful, because two other boys showed up to run for the first time last week.

Before they began to navigate the course, Noah and his friends warned the newbies to start off slow so they wouldn’t lose steam midway through the trail. However, this good advice was ignored. The newbies took off like gang busters (most likely trying to show off) and put quite a bit of distance between them and those who had already been running for a few practices. Predictably, about five minutes in, the newbies completely ran out of gas, and Noah and the other veteran runners passed them easily. Later on towards the end of the trail, one of the new racers actually passed out from overexertion!

Noah told this story in his usual animated cadence. He said in a frustrated voice, “We tried to tell them to start slow! We warned them! I don’t understand why they wouldn’t listen!” I nodded sagely as he vented. This was an obvious teaching moment that had been gift wrapped with a big red bow from Papa God.

I said, “Noah, what happened in practice is a very good analogy for all of life. When adults, like your mother, give you advice, most of the time we are giving it with the benefit of experience. We’ve already run the trail. We know what’s coming and know how to avoid the pitfalls.” I paused to admit that sometimes adults can be wrong if we are not listening to or following the Lord’s lead. “Obey God even before your parents,” I said. But then I concluded, “Most of the time adults’ advice can be trusted because we have already been where you are.”

Noah is used to my parenting style, so he responded to this impromptu counseling session with, “Yeah, yeah,” and we moved on to other topics. However, I continued to chew on the runners’ analogy long after Noah and I finished talking. I thought, “How many times do we question the Lord’s advice, or worse, ignore it all together in our ignorance, pride, or outright rebellion?”

Sometimes when God gives a command, we talk ourselves out of obeying because we rationalize that somehow our situation makes us the exception to the rule. In other cases, especially in the United States, Christians don’t obey the Lord because we have no idea what His instructions are. In other words, we don’t take the time to read the Scriptures to know what God actually says.

Unfortunately, when we disobey the Lord’s good advice whether intentionally or unintentionally, we will end up like those runners who lose steam midway through the race. We can even pass out and be taken out of the faith race altogether. The Bible says, “My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge.” (Hosea 4:6) This isn’t hyperbole. We really do decimate our lives and the lives of other people through our disobedience, which is sin.

God is the ultimate trail blazer. Jesus walked the faith road before us. He gave up everything to be our model, to go ahead of us, and to show us the way. Not only that, Papa God is the perfect Parent. He has the eternal picture in mind when He says things like, “Pick up your cross and follow me.” His ways are higher than ours and His love is limitless.

If Jesus is really Lord and King of the universe, then we must do what He says. We must recognize that we are clay and He is the Potter. Even if we disagree, even if we don’t understand… we must submit to His Word and trust that Father knows best. Because… He does.

Building Forts and Tearing Them Down

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Today is the last day of school. It’s a pretty relaxed day in class. The work is done, grades have been calculated, and summer fun and relaxation are calling. To entertain themselves, my 5th graders are currently building forts out of blankets, desks, and chairs. It’s fun to see them work as teams and use their creativity to make little nooks around the room.

“These forts are good!” I say silently. As soon as I think this thought, I hear the Spirit whisper, “Not all forts are good.”

Sigh. No. No they are not.

Today I’d like to talk about of unforgiveness. It’s probably the single most important blog I’ve ever written because I’ve seen first hand how damaging unforgiveness can be. If our sin is the fire that burns down a house, unforgiveness is the lighter fluid.

To demonstrate, it’s best to lay out a very true to life scenario from its beginning to tragic end. Sadly, a tired version of this story happens over and over again.

1. Someone does something to you to cause offense. Your spouse forgets your birthday. Your boss doesn’t notice the hard work you’ve done. Your mother-in-law is overly critical of your parenting decisions.

I wish we could avoid #1. But we can’t. We all have offended or will be offensive at some point in our lives because we live in a fallen world with fallen people. The problem begins when we refuse to deal with the offense in a Godly way.

2. Instead of doing the hard work of going to the Lord to talk to Him about the offense so that He can walk you through it, you hang on to the anger and pain like a shield. In this stage of unforgiveness, angry rash words are said. Those hurtful words are like salt on an open wound. Rifts begin. The silent treatment and stalemates abound. (FYI: Anger is usually pain’s bodyguard.)

You may feel completely justified in refusing to forgive another person because the offender has repeatedly shown an established pattern of hurtful behavior that does not change. You think, “I’m never going to be vulnerable again! All she ever does is hurt or disappoint me!” This is when the first blocks of a fort called Stronghold are laid. Instead of remaining open, you begin to build invisible walls to protect yourself from being hurt again. However, what you don’t understand is that unforgiveness is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.

3. Self righteousness seeps in somewhere along the line. You forget how much you’ve been forgiven. You stand on top of the bricks you’ve laid and proudly pronounce, “I’ would never do that! She doesn’t deserve a second chance.” Meanwhile you forget that God considers gossip and slander grievous sins. Self righteousness is incredibly offensive to Jesus because we have all fallen short of His glory.

4. The fort called Stronghold is complete. With hardened resolve you declare, “I am never (never ever) forgiving that person again. I won’t be made a fool!” This is when you check out of the relationship. You shut the offender down and totally close off your heart.

At this point, the poisonous effects of unforgiveness in your heart are starting to show. The Bible teaches that unforgiveness is a bitter root. It takes time for that ugly root to burrow down deep and grow into an ugly warped tree. So, when the root of unforgiveness finally produces ugly fruit, you are in deep spiritual trouble. A small weed is easy to pull out of your garden. A fruit tree is hard work to remove.

And what is the fruit of unforgiveness? Bitterness. Resentment. Hostility. Anger. Fear. The fruit is the stuff that rips marriages in two and incinerates churches. As it does, our malicious ruthless enemy dances victoriously around the flames and rejoices over the carnage and ash.

Like I said, if sin is the fire that burns down the house, unforgiveness is the lighter fluid that speeds up the wicked process.

Stubborn Julie is sick and tired of being sick of tired of seeing Satan win in our relationships. Christ won 2,000 years ago at Calvary, and so we should win. It makes me madder than a wet hen when our enemy gets any lost ground back.

Good Christians, in order to keep the victorious high ground God’s Son gave us through His precious blood, we have to submit to God’s command to forgive. Obedience is hard- so hard- but the rewards are worth it. As we submit to God, the enemy will flee (James 4:7).

First of all, forgiveness is not optional for a believer in Jesus Christ. To demonstrate why, the Lord Jesus told a parable that can be found in Matthew 18. In the story, a servant owned his master ten thousand talents. This amount would be equivalent to several million dollars. Because the master was merciful, he forgave his servant’s debt. However, later on, the same servant who had been forgiven would not forgive another servant a hundred denarii- or a day’s wage worth approximately sixteen cents. The master heard about this and summoned his servant saying, “You wicked servant! I forgave you all that debt because you pleaded with me. And should not you have had mercy on your fellow servant, as I had mercy on you?” The master then threw the servant in jail until his multi-million dollar debt was paid. Jesus finished the story with this warning,

“So also my heavenly Father will do to every one of you, if you do not forgive your brother from your heart.”

Folks, we owe God a debt we cannot possibly pay. We have sinned and offended a holy God. We are law breakers who fall short of His perfected glory every single day. However, because our Master is merciful, He sent His Son Jesus to pay for the debt we couldn’t possibly pay on our own. Through Christ, we have been forgiven. Therefore, when we refuse to forgive another, we are like the wicked servant in the parable.

Matthew 6:15 contains the single most sobering warning in all of Scripture concerning unforgiveness:

“But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.”

Gulp. That’s pretty clear. Like I said, forgiveness is not optional! It’s a command. We have to forgive if we want God to forgive us. And boy do I need God’s forgiveness. I need it every single day. Furthermore, people who recognize how much Jesus has forgiven them have no problem with offering forgiveness to others. They give grace and mercy freely. Jesus said that those who have been forgiven much love much (Luke 7:47). Are you having a hard time loving people lately? You probably have unforgiveness in your heart.

I want to focus a bit on self righteousness because the Lord hates it so much. As item #3 on the list showed, self righteousness (aka pride) is always part of unforgiveness. Here are some examples of self righteous statements:

  • would never do something like that! How could you do this to me?” This is a self righteous statement. We all have our individual issues that may not be a struggle for someone else! Remember the pesky parable of the Pharisee and the tax collector? A refresher: “Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, ‘God, I thank You that I am not like other men—extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this tax collector. I fast twice a week; I give tithes of all that I possess.’ And the tax collector, standing afar off, would not so much as raise his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, ‘God, be merciful to me a sinner!’ I tell you, this man went down to his house justified rather than the other; for everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted.” (Luke 18:10-14)
  • “I’ve forgiven you before, and you didn’t change. I’m not forgiving you again!” Golly! What if Jesus treated us this way? I’m so glad that He doesn’t!
  • “I’m right. She is wrong!” Self righteous people are unteachable and are usually unwilling to examine their role in conflict. Jeremiah 2:35 says, ‘Because I am innocent, surely His anger shall turn from me.’ Behold, I will plead My case against you, Because you say, ‘I have not sinned.’” Self righteous people don’t say sorry because they don’t see their faults. But guess what? God does.
  • “Well, I’m justified in acting this way (bitter, angry, resentful) because of what she did. She did this to me! She’s why I am the way I am!” Maybe this isn’t very nice to say, but this excuse is #lame. “Jesus demonstrated His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”~Romans 5:8 God did not use our sin as an excuse to treat us poorly. Because we are in Christ, we have been given a new heart and have the mind of Jesus. We cannot use someone else’s bad behavior to justify our own. Ever.

If you hear yourself saying any of these statements, run, don’t walk, to the Lord in prayer to hash it out with Him. I guarantee you’ll walk away from that conversation humbled and with a different more heavenly perspective.

Finally, I cannot talk about unforgiveness without warning about the demonic activity it brings. I once spoke to a couple who have a deliverance ministry. They have prayed for many people experiencing great oppression and even demonic possession throughout the years. This couple found that the single common trait oppressed/possessed souls share is- you guessed it- unforgiveness. Scripture supports their findings.

Ephesians 4:26 says, “”In your anger do not sin”: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, and do not give the devil a foothold.”

Unforgiveness is an open door for demonic activity in your house. Is there strife and division in your family? The source is most likely unforgiveness. Some sicknesses have their root in unforgiveness.

Unforgiveness is the worst kind of poison. I exhort you with all I have to get it out of your heart! If for no other reason, forgive out of selfish reasons- it’s an act of self preservation to forgive!

Believe me when I say that I understand that forgiveness is hard when someone has hurt you repeatedly. Sometimes it is impossible to forgive in our own strength. However, with God all things are possible. If you are having difficultly obeying the Lord’s command to forgive, ask Him for help. Don’t try to do it on your own. When you do ask for help, Jesus’s power will give you the grace to forgive. Christ can uproot that ugly unforgiveness tree and stop its destructive fruit from ruining your life.

Tear down the fort of unforgiveness in your heart, and tear it down quickly, for it is certainly not good!

A verse to bring the point home:

“Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?” Jesus said to him, “I do not say to you, up to seven times, but up to seventy times seven.” (Matthew 18:21-22)

By saying we are to forgive those who sin against us seventy times seven, Jesus was not limiting forgiveness to 490 times. Jesus was teaching us that Christians are to never limit the number of times we forgive. We should continue to forgive with as much grace the thousandth time as we do the first time. Christians are only capable of this type of forgiveness because the Spirit of God lives within us, and it is He who enables us to offer forgiveness over and over, just as God forgives us over and over.

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Bitter into Sweet

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In my previous post, I wrote about happiness and joy. I concluded that one must pursue holiness, not happiness, to find purpose and meaning in this life.

Today I want to explore the topic of pain and suffering. Fun, huh? Yeah… right.

Yet I’m choosing to swim in these dark turbulent waters because it is… necessary. I need to remind myself that there is purpose in pain. That God doesn’t waste anything. That He is working even when it hurts like literal hell.

Let me cut to the chase. These last few months have been some of the most difficult in my life. The daily responsibilities of life, the stresses of a new job, but most especially an unexpected splinter in my marriage- all these things have pulled me taunt like a cracked rubber band. To be honest, some days just getting out of bed has been a Herculean task. But when it would be so easy to succumb to the grief of a broken heart, I press on.

I press on because the Lord warned me hard days would come when He called me to Himself. Because He loves me, He taught me that He would use suffering to develop me into the daughter He has always knew I would become.

Beloved, do not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened to you; but rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ’s sufferings, that when His glory is revealed, you may also be glad with exceeding joy.” 1 Peter 4: 12-12

In this verse, we learn that trials will come. And when they come, Christ’s glory is revealed. In other words, when the world watches God’s people respond to hardships with love, grace, and faith, Jesus is revealed to them. As we overcome, Christ is glorified in our suffering.

The things is, so many of us bail out of the trial before the glory comes. We don’t want to wait on the Lord to do His work in us and through us. Instead, we seek retribution or vindication using our own clouded judgement. We get mad or become embittered instead of trusting God. We cut people off and sever relationships instead of waiting on the Lord to restore and heal. Believe me, I am talking to myself when I give these examples. I fail often. So many days over the past few months I have wanted to tap out and cry, “Uncle!” It would be so easy to run from the fire.

But I know through the truth of Scripture that the pressure of trials is vital to my spiritual growth.

James says, “My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.” (James 1:2-4)

Count it all joy? I’m not sure I’m there yet. But I trust with all my heart that I will one day be thankful to Jesus for this season. Why? God’s Word says so. I also have personal experience. God has used suffering to teach me and perfect me before. I know He can do it again.

Between the years of 2005-2008, the Lord sent white hot fire to strip me of many things. I lost a teaching job due to district budget cuts. I foreclosed on a house and had a car repossessed in the middle of the night. I declared bankruptcy. I gained a bunch of weight despite my best efforts and lost my vanity. A close Christian friend and mentor moved away. In the midst of all this, I had an unbelieving husband and two children at my feet who needed to learn about and know Jesus too- proving absolutely that the world did not revolve around me.

In short, much of my pride was pulverized to dust.

I vividly remember one afternoon during these crazy three years when I was totally overwhelmed with the weight of it all. I literally crawled underneath the kitchen table like a toddler seeking shelter and cried soul wracking cries. I knew Jesus was responsible for what I was going through but also in total control of it all. I also knew He loved me more than I could comprehend. I could not escape His hand on my life. There was no where to run. No where to hide. Where else could I run to but to Christ- the Author and Finisher of my faith? My only choice was to look up to my King with anguished tears streaming down my face and hang on to His wooden cross for dear life.

I’m so glad I did hang on. Once the storm died down and I had the chance to let go of the splintered wood, I looked around and could not believe what God had done for me. I learned that God is my provider. I learned His Word and how to pray. I learned how to war in the spirit and gain victory. I learned that stuff and acquired things are meaningless and can blow away with the wind. I learned to hold on to the people I love loosely, even my own children. God taught me that we all ultimately belong to Him. In short, I learned that God is in control, and I am not. The trust I gained in Jesus to reign in my life during this season set me free of fear and foolish worldly thinking.

Remembering what God has already done helps me to once again crawl to the foot of the cross and wait for Jesus to move in another season of fire. Like I said, if He can use pain and suffering once to mold me and make me like Himself, He can do it again.

But you know what? I confess that on really really bad days, all the Bible knowledge in the world isn’t enough to keep me. Only His presence and the power of the Holy Spirit can do that. This Holy Spirit is the same Spirit that rose Christ from the dead.

Jesus is my anchor on days when I don’t have the oomph to open up the Bible and think logically and rationally. In those moments when the rushing high tide of suffering threatens to take me out to open sea, I cry out with short yet fervent prayers that go something like:

“Help!”

“What are You doing, Lord?”

“I can’t do this anymore… I’m so tired.”

And again…

“HELP!”

Mostly, though, I have prayed these words over and over again: “Jesus, I love You.” I sing them with my eyes closed at stop lights. I doodle “I love You, Jesus” on scrap paper during meetings. I write “I love You, Jesus” in the condensation on the door during a steamy shower. I pledge my love to Christ over and over because I am just. so. grateful. that I’m not alone.

My precious Jesus is a man well acquainted with grief and suffering. He is not a High Priest that cannot understand what we go through down here in the dust. The Lord willingly walked down the road called Suffering because He wanted to be there for me when I was in pain. King Jesus wanted to carry me on the days I couldn’t walk in my own strength.

For we do not have a High Priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but was in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.” (Hebrews 4:15-16)

I need Him, every day. I so desperately need Him when my flesh rises up to want to take my life back into my hands- when I want to usurp His throne. I need Him when my foolish worldly thinking clouds the wisdom found in God’s Word. I need Him when I want it my way after I’ve already pledged myself to my Lord. I need Him to enable me to extend His grace to others, especially grace for those who have the power to hurt me the most.

I just need Him. I need my Jesus so desperately in seasons of trial and pain.

The Apostle Paul was a man also familiar with suffering. He was beaten. Starved. Shipwrecked. Imprisoned. Yet through all this he was able to say,

I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God.” (Romans 8:18-19)

There is a coming day, dear one, when this world and its troubles will pass away. Until then, the Lord promises that the troubles we endure now will not be worth even comparing to the future blessing and wonder that awaits us beyond the veil where God’s presence lies. And I can’t wait.

But until then, I close my eyes, breathe a deep cleansing breath, and vow to stay under the weight of His loving hand when He brings the rain. I choose to stay in the fire. Let the fire burn burn burn away all that is not Him. Because one day, through God’s master workmanship and relentless patience, I am going to look like a gleaming beautiful diamond. I am going to look like Jesus.

Happiness and Joy

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Several years ago when Noah was still swishing around in diapers, I used to love to watch a show on TLC called A Birth Story. The show’s premise was to document an expecting couple’s experiences as they prepared for and finally delivered their child. I was drawn to the program because I loved to “meet” different couples from all walks of life and discover how bringing a baby into the world unites us all. Plus, the babies were just too cute to resist! At the end of every episode, the producers would inevitably ask the new parents what their hopes and dreams were for their infant son or daughter. Almost 100% of the time, the new mom and dad would answer with something along the lines of, “We just want our child to grow up to be happy.”

Though the parents were obviously loving and well-intentioned in their response, my head would fall into my hands in frustration and sadness. Yet another couple and consequently another beautiful child were going to miss the purpose of life.

Which brings me to the purpose of this writing…

Just what is the point of it all? Why are we here?

I can assure you that the purpose of life is not personal happiness. Through His grace, the Lord has helped me to realize that chasing happiness is an entirely selfish pursuit. When we pursue happiness, we put our wishes, hopes, and dreams first. This is the very definition of selfish living. Predictably, when our entire motivation for life is selfish at its core, we end up disappointed, disillusioned, and yes, even angry when our wants and needs aren’t met exactly how we had hoped. The current divorce rate, the rise of Pfizer stock, and the ever increasing length of the self help aisle at the local bookstore prove my point.

There’s a better way to do life! Wise Jesus tells us how to find life fulfillment in Matthew 6:33:

“But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”

In these simple words, the Lord defines our purpose. First, God instructs us to seek His Kingdom. What is the Lord’s Kingdom like? In Jesus’s Kingdom, love and service to others reign. Papa God works tirelessly to heal and restore broken relationships. Christ’s mission on earth was to reconcile our broken relationship with God. So, as Christ’s disciples, we too should be about our Father’s business of love, service, and reconciliation.

Secondly, Jesus teaches His disciples to seek His righteousness. We are to thirst for Christ’s goodness. His purity far surpasses any good that can be drummed up through mere human effort. It’s holy. It’s magnificent and white hot in it’s beauty. When I look around this fallen, damp, and chaotic world, boy do I ever wish for Jesus’s purity of heart. Oh that I would be like Jesus! My heart burns in my chest when I think about the wonder of my Savior. He is altogether lovely and beautiful. I yearn to be daily transformed into the luminous creature that He has called me to be. I passionately pray to stick out not because of a bad attitude or because of the things that I have acquired and accomplished in life, but to break forth like shocking lightning in a black sky because He has molded me into His image. Full of grace and truth.

In short, we are to crave holiness, not happiness.

Incredibly though, when we seek Christ’s kingdom and His righteousness before all things, something miraculous happens. Contained in the final part of Matthew 6:33 is a promise. When we give God primary position in our lives, the Lord is faithful to give us what our sanctified hearts wish for. Because Abba is a good Father, He delights in lavishing His love and blessings on us. However, just as any good parent on earth does not want to spoil their children, Papa God does not want spoiled sons and daughters. So, we have to learn selfless love and righteous living before He can give us the desires of our heart.

We can’t leave God out of the equation and expect to find happiness. We. just. Can’t. This was why I was so saddened by the couples’ answers on A Baby Story. They missed it. They failed to realize or understand our purpose for being and were setting up their lovely children for lives of emptiness and oftentimes misery.

Personally, John chapter 15 is my most treasured chapter in all of Scripture. Christ’s last words to us before He suffered and died are so precious, elegant, impassioned, and important. For the record, my paltry commentary on these verses seems trite. Therefore, I would lovingly advise you to read Christ’s beautiful Words without my thoughts interrupting them and then bask in their profound perfection through the guidance of the Holy Spirit. Soak in John 15 in its entirety when you can.

However, for the purposes to this writing, I want to point to a particular portion of Jesus’s beautiful speech:

In John 15:11-13, Jesus says, “These things I have spoken to you, that My joy may remain in you, and that your joy may be full. This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.”

Here Jesus is speaking of joy. His joy.

What is joy? Joy is something that transcends happiness. Joy is strength in troubled waters. Joy sustains us through pain and disappointments. Joy wraps around our bones and sinews to buttress our body in the wind and heartbreak. Joy helmets our mind so that seasons of doubt cannot capsize our faith. Joy is shining steel in the rain. Joy is knowing Christ’s love and the power of His resurrection.

How do we find joy? Christ tells us in John 15: by loving each other as Christ loves us. We find precious solid joy, not flimsy fleeting happiness, through selfless living.

3 Words

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Last August, I began editing sermons for radio. This means that I’ve spent approximately 15-20 hours a week listening to the Word of God.

The past 10 months of listening and editing has been quite an experience. The Lord has sat me atop His wings and taken me on a wild ride in the heavens. I’ve gotten a wholistic view of what He’s done throughout the ages. It has been a radical view. I’ve cried. I’ve pounded my fist on the desk. I’ve shouted. I’ve temporarily slinked away from the voice coming through my headphones, too convicted to continue listening. Most of all, I’ve learned. Let me say with all the fierceness I can convey through weak human words: Jesus. Is. Beautiful.

I could stay right there for the rest of this post- writing about the loftiness that is my Savior. The greatness that is Christ. The glory of my King. But alas, that is not today’s purpose.

What I want to talk about today is the wholistic heavenly vision I’ve been given the privilege of glimpsing through radio edits. The most important takeaways I’ve gleaned from hours and hours of listening and learning can be summed up in three words: brokenness, sufficiency and dependency.

Brokenness

Those that say, “I’m a good person” are deceived by their own hearts. That may sound harsh, but it’s true. To these folks I would say this: “Yeah- you’re a “good” person according to man’s standards. But God doesn’t judge according to man’s standards. He’s not broken like we are. He doesn’t make mistakes. According to God’s holy standard, we are all a hot mess.” The Bible puts it this way: our righteousness is filthy rags. Those that foolishly self justify have not gotten a revelation of the glory, majesty and holiness of Jesus.

Many skeptics read the Old Testament stories and accuse God of being harsh or even malicious. They are wrong. WE are the ones that are harsh and malicious.

I have visited the Creation Museum in Petersburg, Kentucky a couple of times. Guests begin their tour with creation exhibits and then walk through others that portray the timeline of Biblical history. When I arrived at the flood exhibits, I could barely continue. No, I wasn’t overwhelmed by the horror of the world wide disaster (although it is admittedly upsetting). What completely tore me apart was God’s grace.

Before the flood, the Bible says that “people did evil all the time”. Can you even imagine what that must have been like for our Lord? (What do earthly fathers feel when their children do awful things? How much more did our Abba feel hurt and grief!?) Nobody called upon their Creator for help. No one cared about God or His will for their lives at all. Nobody except for one: Noah. Noah was a righteous man living in an unprecedented evil time. So, God gave Noah plans to build an ark and patiently waited for Noah to finish it. While Noah built that big boat, the Bible says that the earth “was filled with violence”.

As I walked through the flood exhibits that day at the museum, I thought, “Father, how do You endure us? Why didn’t You just throw us out and start again? That’s what we, humans, would do!” I understood that God has absolutely no obligation to put up with rebellious humanity. In fact, because He is God (and we are not), He has every right to zap us into oblivion.

But the Lord doesn’t destroy us, because He loves us. God is so long suffering and patient that it defies human understanding. So, when those skeptics say that the Lord is malicious or vengeful, they are merely showing how foolish and ignorant they are.

Unfortunately the flood is just one of the many stories in the Old Testament that demonstrate our utter brokenness. We are disobedient, lustful, vengeful, prideful, envious, and full of hatred. We even selfishly inflict pain on those we love. Personal “countries” divide because of the hardness of our hearts. Husband and wives separate. Children disobey their parents. Parents cut off children. We war with each other just as countries war. National divisions are larger demonstrations of our individual brokenness.

Much blood, sweat, and tears has been shed in an effort to “fix” our brokenness problem. It’s no use though. Whenever we try to fix it ourselves, do religious works, or act piously to cover up our hard hearts, we eventually fail. We make promises and promptly break them. We pull up our boot straps in determination to do good but then give up when the memory of our moral resolve fades or temptation calls.

The simple truth is this: we aren’t good and we can’t be good. All have failed. All have fallen short of God’s perfection. No matter how hard we’ve tried throughout the ages, we have never been able to cross the gulf that exists between God and man.

What’s more, we stand guilty before the Lord. We deserve punishment. Because He is a good Judge, He has to punish us for our rebellion- the same rebellion that was there before the flood, the same disobedience that has always been since the fall. Our destination in the next life is hell because we’ve broken God’s laws over and over again. We are broken and powerless to do anything about our brokenness.

Sufficiency

The good news is that there is hope for all of us who admit we are irrevocably broken.

God knew that we could never be good on our own. So, in a calculated move so compassionate and astounding that the angels watched in amazement, God emptied Himself of glory to become a man named Jesus. Jesus lived a perfect life and then took our just punishment upon Himself as He hung on the cross and died. For God so loved the world that He gave His One and only Son. Then Jesus rose again to prove once and for all His triumph over sin and death.

Folks… Jesus’s sacrifice was sufficient. He covers us and makes us righteous. We cannot be righteous on our own. History proves that we can’t be right or good. So, Jesus was right and good for us. HE DID IT. His shoulders are broad enough to carry us all into heaven. His blood is enough to erase all of our mistakes. His grace surpasses understanding. His compassion and mercy are beyond anything you or I have ever known.

Oh what a Savior. What a magnificent, triumphant, glorious Savior.

Christ’s sacrifice is sufficient to make you and I righteous. All we need to do is trust in His righteousness to be saved. That’s it. No human effort at all- because as we’ve learned- human effort fails every time. However, God’s effort on the cross is enough. It’s MORE than enough!

Dependency

So what is our response to such a sufficient sacrifice? The New Testament teaches people who have put their trust in Jesus’ sacrifice to be totally dependent upon God. Christ is the only One Who can save us. Furthermore, just as we couldn’t save ourselves from our sins, we also cannot make ourselves more holy on our own. We need Christ’s power to save us just as we need His power to sustain us each day. As we depend on Jesus, we become more like Him. This process is called sanctification. Becoming like Jesus is a lifelong process, and it is a work that God promises in great faithfulness to complete.

The Bible warns us not go back to trying to work to earn God’s favor. The moment we slip back into the old pattern of trying to earn our way to heaven is the very moment we will fall. Again, the Old Testament and all of history prove that we can’t be good on our own. But, glory to God, Jesus is good… so we trust in His goodness and obey Him. There is nothing else that we need to do!

We simply must depend on Christ’s sacrifice like little children depend upon their parents to care for them. God can be trusted, and it is His joy to provide for His children.

My days editing sermons are coming to a rapid close. I recently got hired to teach a 4th and 5th grade split classroom at a small little Christian school here in Alabama. It’s a dream job! The school days are from 8-1:30 (yes!), and my children will matriculate there next year- every mother’s dream. We all start next fall.

While I was excited to accept the job and knew it was God’s will, I was also extremely nervous. I’ve never taught elementary kiddos before (well, with the exception of homeschooling my own 5th grader, Noah). My degree is in secondary education- high school is my specialty. However, I haven’t taught in years. Before moving to Alabama, I was an administrative assistant for 3 1/2 years. I was a nurse’s assistant before that! So, like a brand new teacher coming out of university, I knew I’d have to create each day’s lesson plans from scratch, learn all new curriculum, buy room decor, decorate my room to make it engaging and inviting, etc. etc. etc. Whenever I stopped to think about the amount of work I’d just inherited, I was a little overwhelmed. It prompted me to pray! I was also confessing this truth: “God’s strength is made perfect in our weakness.”

Last week I went to the school to chat with the current 4-5 teacher before she left. I wanted to get my barrings and peruse the curriculum for the first time. Within 10 minutes of meeting this teacher, I was almost in tears and quite literally jumping for joy.

The lady is retiring, so she is leaving everything to me! Hundreds of novels and books. All of the room decorations. Because this person is very organized, she has a binder filled with lesson plans and detailed assignments from every single day of the 2015-2016 year. The worksheets are even there for me. Jackpot!

How could I have doubted God’s provision? Of COURSE He would provide for me! He always has. He always does. Time after time after time. As I drove home from the school, I could almost hear the Spirit whisper to me, “Oh ye of little faith!”

Dependency is a good thing- even if it feels a bit unfamiliar. We need Jesus. He’s not a crutch. He is life itself!

So- to sum it up:

*We are broken.
*Christ’s sacrifice is sufficient to fix our brokenness.
*We need only to depend upon Jesus to be saved and live holy lives.

This is the Gospel. It is God’s plan for salvation. It is the only salve for our ravaged souls.

So, dear one… what will you do now that you know… now that you’ve heard the story of all stories?