Living To Carry The Cross, Learning To Live The Hard Eucharisteo

So yeah, here we are again. We are waiting. Just like we waited 10 years ago. We are jobless and we are waiting. It can seem that waiting on God can be like waiting for eternity to come and split every thing wide open and explode God glory everywhere. Our fleshly patience doesn't like to wait for the holy to happen when we live in a "I want it now" society but if there's one thing He keeps telling me in this waiting is to Be Still and Know. Be. Still. And. Know. Be. Still. Every fiber that He knit me with wants to be doing. But in doing there is worry and fretting. Doubt tries to creep in too close. Being still shifts my focus and keeps my eyes on the one who KNOWS. On the one who SEES. On the one who HEARS and on the one who REMEMBERS. It takes a deep discipline to keep that focus and allow the joy of the LORD to be my strength. It takes a trusting and believing that HE WILL MAKE A WAY when there seems to be no way. So while we wait,we make our own Jericho and we ma...

      I t seemed to her that this word had defined everyone's summer this year. She had often wondered besides vacations, what was everyone so busy doing? Wasn't summer the time when you kicked off your shoes and made time to relax? Isn't this the time of year that people get together with their children and neighbors they know well to plan picnic's in the back yard? When she talked with people she had remembered they said "BUSY". Always busy doing this doing that. Running here running there. Never time to relax because I'm sooo busy!! She had heard alot of apologies saying  maybe some other time. She wanted more than anything to make time with people. The ones she thought so much of. She enjoyed people. she enjoyed their stories, their encouragement, their failures and their victories and she longed to be with them. Her summer was slow and without alot of commitments. So much so that at times she just felt stuck. She wondered...

       H e had gone and gotten himself into some really big trouble. The kind of trouble you have to put a dead stop to.                                              His Daddy and I sought out godly counsel to aid us in our boundary setting and consequence applying. Parenthood is no easy task! All of this led a  boy  down a road of scripture that he had never traveled.       We have prayed scripture over him while he was being knitted perfectly in my womb. He's been in church since he was born, practically. We began reading bible stories to him when he was 6 months old. He has memorized scripture for the past 4 years, but looking up  scriptures that apply to your sin directly has an amazing effect on your heart. You see through the reading and writing of these scriptures, God begins talkin...

          G rowing up with him was hard, real hard! He was hyper and mean, terribly mean. Constantly doing things he shouldn't. Saying things he ought not to. Little was known about meds. at that time. Although they tried. He ended up overmedicated and zombielike. It all to quickly ended and they never tried them again.                                              I remember Mom crying a lot. She just didn't know how to handle him, discipline him. Dad's yelling became a constant noise and with it came many threats but no follow through. What a hard thing AD/HD is to parent through.    I remember all the fears I had finding out I was pregnant with good and perfect gift. I begged God constantly to give him a no...

D ear Jason,                   I came to absolutely adore your precious Kara the day Ann Voskamp posted Kara's letter to Brittany on her blog. She took my heart by storm. She showed me what it was like to live in brokenness. She really taught me that I to needed to just be broken and that is a beautiful thing to be broken, to live a life large in the brokenness. Whatever messy, hard, and ugly place I find myself in, that it is a beautiful and holy place to live. I began reading Kara's blog daily for nourishment to my spiritual life. I found so much strength and encouragement to carry on, in her "Mundane Journey". She's such a woman of beauty because of our Great Big God!! God has used her to open up some really closed off places. Places where I have needed to be broken and free. Ugly places that God needs to redeem. I have prayed countless times for God to heal her but ...

         A post for those who are weary of the struggle and the fight to keep their marriage together. Keep on keepin' on hang on tight!! S he knew the hard blow of infidelity. How it can grab the heart and cause it to shatter into a million tiny pieces.                                                                  She knew how it could wrap itself around the lungs, causing you to gasp for every breath you take. As if each one is right out of your very grasp. Her heart had grown so bitter and hard that anger had become her favorite company. It's almost as if she stood outside of herself looking in. ...

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Y ou have been wheeled down the hallway, down to the lobby of the hospital, where the car awaits you to put the new gift that God has given to you in the car seat. You were kind and gracious to the nurses who came in at all hours to check your vitals and made sure that you seemed to be healing up just fine. The new babe in the car seat, with you seated by it now yawns and closes the tiny little eyes to dream more dreams and the car drives away to carry you home to start this new journey of Motherhood.                                               You arrive home and ease your still swollen body out of the car. The new member has been brought into the house. You bend over the car seat with that glowing smile that you think will never leave your face and u...

I guess at some point it becomes this way. It doesn't happen over night. Although your emotions lie to you and say it does. No, it takes time to spiral down. Spending less and less time with one another. The kids always coming in place of the other. No date nights to rekindle the flames that was once there. Your hormones have changed so much since having the kids that it doesn't matter to you really.You just go to bed without even a good night kiss and rollover without having another thought because you are so exhausted from raising your children and being present in just about everything that happened during their day. You look at other couples you know and don't dare  ask the brave question. "Is this how it is for you too?" Would they even be brave back and tell you?  You begin to feel all alone. Wanting to tell someone about how hard things are. Someone you could confide in. Someone who would pray hard for you. For you the "Big D" is not an opt...

S he had talked about it being the theme for her life this year. She has experienced small ones as well as big ones. Who knew that this year would be the year that she would experience the final victory... of running the race well... and making it to the finish line. She had been diagnosed a year ago with lung cancer. She had never smoked a day in her life but then again cancer is no respecter of person's nor  their lungs for that matter. She had a wonderful ministry. She humbly admitted when she had fallen short. It's what made her such a woman of the word. She knew from which her help came from. There would be no more high school graduations that she would attend. No more college graduations. No weddings. She would never get to feel the ache of wanting to hold that long awaited for Grandbaby. He would never sleep beside her again. He would never bring her that first cup of morning coffee. No good morning kiss. His devotional time would be spent with the Father by ...

I t came like a bomb exploding right into her face. Words that would set her reeling. A tone that she would imprint on her heart forever. All sorts of moments afterward questioning "What had she done so wrong?" "What had she said so wrong?" She had traveled to visit with him and all seemed the same. She had many chances to ask the questions that she was naturally curious about. Things like " How long have you been dating?", "What is she like?", "Where did you meet her?". Never knowing that all the while with each question her Father felt as if he was under some kind of federal investigation. Sunday had come and her family packed up all their belongings to travel the long road home. She would receive more news in the day ahead. They had set their wedding date. It was a more serious relationship than what she had been led to believe. There was so much secrecy surrounding this whole relationship. I guess her curiosity got the best of her....