Reclaiming Christmas

I have always loved Christmas! And for the sake of this blog I am going to pretend that the beginning of my love started after my teen years so that we can just skim over the fact that I was a horrible teenager and was unpleasable just for the sake of being a butt…

But even as an adult I have found myself let down on Christmas morning and after years of trying to put it into words I’m going to give it a go, but also have total sympathy for the kids and their attitudes on Christmas morning after having connected some dots in my own head. Although I must say, I have some amazing kiddos and they are grateful. They may have suffered some of the same let downs and attitudes but over the last few days, there have been tons of love you’s and random thank you’s as they dive deeper into their gifts.

2 big winners at our house: I got mom something beautiful and personalized. I gave it to her before Christmas because to me Christmas morning is for the kids and I wanted this to be special…she loved it and she cried. My niece also gave a special gift to her little brother and he (a 9 year old) has been treating it like fine china, it was very personal and special to him.

The stores are in it for the money and so they push the advertising and marketing and we have bought into the whole more is better, instead of it’s the thought that counts. I know that I only buy the kids stuff for their birthdays and Christmas and so I probably go overboard. Probably they should get a new toy or something in between times and not just all crammed together…I will continue to ponder this.

But there is such joy in spending time and giving a gift that is only for that person. I started by saying that I love Christmas…what I love is spending the special time with my family. Even when we lived here we would stay at my parents house over the holidays (even though we live 15 minutes away) and it’s because I think that’s when all the awesome visiting happens and the really great memories are created. I love the decorations, but not so overboard that it totally stresses out the season. And to me the season is about family. We celebrate the birth of our Lord at this time and that is always part of the celebration, but the visiting and the conversations that stem from that are where it’s at for me. And time spent in the kitchen taking time to make special treats…what I don’t like is this feeling that I have to buy something for everyone that I come in contact with. When did it become law that gifts should be left in your mailbox and a tip given to delivery folks? When did it become something just about getting?

While gifts is not my love language…I do love to give gifts. But only when I find something that truly is designed for someone that I love. I don’t like to just spend money just to spend money. My love language is quality time, so when I receive a gift that is truly personalized I treasure it deep in my heart, because it means that the giver took the time to know me. And I think most of us want to be known. We don’t want to be cookie cutters…

I think in the commercializing and overspending of Christmas that we have lost the meaning of gift giving. It should be a joy to give something special to someone special and to receive something special from someone special. But we have created insatiable monsters that wake up on Christmas morning to devour as many gifts as possible. I want to focus more on giving something that makes the heart soar with love and gratitude.

It’s not really about the money, because there are so many deals to be had, it’s about the amount of gifts and the focus of the gifts. I want to get back to personalized gifts and this year we made a good start, and I plan to build on it over the coming year and do much better next year and the years to come…

Ponderings of the season...

You know...this is the time of year where you start seeing all the bandwagons come out loud and clear. Believe me, I hear ya. I can easily jump on bandwagons that have loud, clear messages about something that is in the Bible. The problem is that I don't think people really want to hear about our bandwagons any more, people want to see lives that look different than everybody else's, lives that shine with the glory of Christ. Over the last year or 2, God has really been teaching me a lot about His Sovereignty and the power of the Holy Spirit to convict another's heart in a way that my stupid, opionionated, cutting words could ever do...and believe me, it's been a long road and one I've definitely not mastered. I had a problem around Halloween, I've never really been a hollaween fan and it predates being born again...just not my favorite holiday and this year it stretched from the last week of September all the way through October and I found myself venting to a friend, who lovingly reminded me that's it not about our stance or hatred of something, but our desire to love others into the family of Christ. I still don't love halloween, but I did receive a major attitude check.

I am going to insert my favorite scripture here: Be Still (Cease fighting) and know that I am God, I WILL BE EXALTED!

Christians often start ranting about how it's CHRISTmas not Xmas. In the ancient texts x was the symbol used for Christ. So I almost always write Xmas and in my Bible while taking notes and studying scripture, all references to Christ have an x. I am not x'ing Him out of my Bible, merely clarifying which of the Trinity is being talked about. We humans cannot take Christ out of Christmas, Jesus knows when He came to earth and He promises that He will be exalted. It is for His glory that we are all striving.

People have already started talking about Happy Holiday vs. Merry Christmas. I love the Lord with all my heart, except for on days when I didn't die to self first, but sometimes Happy Holidays is appropriate, there is more than 1 holiday being celebrated this time of year, after all. I know that we are fighting a very real war out there, and that there may be a time very soon when the Christian church really will be persecuted in our nation. However, I don't think that standing and yelling on top of every band wagon is going to bring others to the Risen Savior. But meekly loving others, being kind and generous, and falling to our knees for our country may loosen the flaps on the box where we've stored the Holy Spirit and reignite His fire and set Him loose across this nation.

We haven't talked much about Santa in our house. We just haven't made a big deal about it...we've never had pictures taken with Santa, although Elijah did once at school. We don't make cookies...there are presents (hard to wrap ones) that get left out on Christmas Eve and maybe the kids assume they come from Santa. We just don't talk about it. We don't even put from names on the packages...it's more about giving the gifts than it is taking credit for who gave the best gifts. We spend time talking about giving to others. We sponsor a family and give them gifts. We bake together and take goodies to our neighbors. And we have a huge birthday party, complete with a cake for Christ to help remind the kids why we celebrate Christmas.

Seeds I wish I could unplant...

We have a lot of anger in our house...I don't know about you, but it seems to come and with it lots of drama and temper tantrums and tears and finally apologies and hugs...

Jason's partying habit was very cyclical and it never stopped, well I guess it stopped during the 3 months he was in rehab, when our son was little...I had been told early on that divorce was not an option. I had begged and pleaded with the Lord and He said no. Marriage comes from God, but divorce comes from man. My pastor often says lots of people believe in God, but few people actually believe God. Lots of people believe that Jesus is the Son of God but few of us actually believe the promises in the Bible. I did believe that God was going to use this in our lives, I believed from the very beginning that God was building a testimony in our lives. But, just because I believed Him, does not mean that in my flesh that I liked His answer or that I knew how to forgive and walk through what I was being called to walk through. ...My grace is sufficient...

I wrestled hard with divorce for years, not because I really wanted it, but because with my human eyes, I could not see the end and quite frankly the chaos was overwhelming. I often isolated myself because I got tired of other peoples advice, which usually involved packing up the kids and leaving him. Well, since I was already struggling with this issue on my own, having other people bring it up was just another opportunity for the enemy to come in and throw me for a loop. Sometimes after conversatios with well-meaning individuals it would be weeks before my equilibrium was restored. It sent my mind on quite the crazy whirlwind of thoughts: how would we divide everything? would I allow him to visit the kids? could I demand supervised visits? how would we survive without him? would he support us? would he be vindictive and destroy the house? would he ever leave us alone? would the chaos stop with a divorce? or would it just be worse? would we be safe? or were we safer with him under the same roof sometimes and at least knowing the evil that we were dealing with? I am telling you, crazy whirlwind...someone asked me recently what's the best advice she could give her friend who's going through an awful time in her marriage: I said nothing, silence is golden. Be her friend and listen and offer support, watch the kids for a while, make her supper, but let the Lord do the advice and the convicting. Sometimes we mean well, but advice is tricky! and can oft do more harm than good.

Back to the anger...his behavior was cyclical, here's what I mean: he would be clean for a while, then he would go out for a very long night, then he'd be home a few days and then he'd disappear for a couple days, then he'd be home a few days, then he'd fall off a cliff. Knowing that I had been called to forgive him, the 1st offense was usually easy and forgiveness came quick, then the 2nd one would come and I'd be mad and lash out some and then forgive, by the 3rd offense I was irate, I would yell, use my dry humor and sarcasm to cut him to the quick, totally disrespect and belittle him. Then I would play the quiet game. Then I would seek his forgiveness and then offer mine. We lived in this cycle for 7 years. I never saw the trigger, never knew when he'd disappear, never made plans for us because I never knew when he'd disappear and just wouldn't show up or not answer the phone. I didn't like to be embarrassed so I stuck close to home...

I think that my youngest was able to come away unscathed...but my oldest was aware of the all the anger in our lives, he was witness to many a nasty fights. And eventhough God has delivered the hubby and life is totally different now, getting the anger out of our lives continues to be a challenge. I know for my son it is a learned behavior. I take full responsibility of my roll in teaching him that, I wish I could deny it...I pray regularly for God to burn that out of all of us. I thank God that the curse of generational bondage has been broken and stand firm on the promise that He will bless to the 1000th generation of them that love him.

A heart hanging on her Daddy's Word

We love our new church! It has been such a blessing in our lives. Today during worship was profound...first I stopped to pray out the worries in my heart, which brought on a time of weeping by another song, which was led to a huge smile and adoration with the next song...love, love, love what the power of music does in my heart. Rejoice! Again I say Rejoice.

This month, we don't know which day to use as a landmark, but this month we are celebrating my hubby being clean for a year. It has been a year since many years of prayers and fighting an unseen war over our marriage has been realized. Hubby has been heard many times this week rejoicing that he has been clean for a year and talking about how good God is and how awesome things are now compared to how they were. It has been a year since he walked out the door for work in the morning and didn't return for a few days a very broken man, head hung in shame, broke and without the necessary tools to go back to work...for a year, he walks out the door for work and comes home at the end of the day, or at least when he says he will return, for a year he calls me when something takes longer than expected, for a year he tells me when he spends money and what he spends it on, mind you not because I hold the purse strings, but because he is building a testimony of honesty and not hiding things from me any longer, no longer giving the devil a foothold in our marriage. Rejoice with me! It has been a year since my husband was rescued from a life that would've led to an ugly debilitating death and decay. It has been a year that my son has been able to lean on his daddy and begin to know that when daddy walks out that door, he will return through that door without a hollow haunted look.

But, also today, the day before my little brothers 33rd birthday, he enters the doors of a 1 year Christ based rehab home. After almost 20 years of struggling and staying in the cycle of sin, fun, high, shame, guilt, love, forgiveness, sin, fun, high, shame, guilt, love, forgiveness...my brother accepted Christ as Savior about  10 days ago: HALLELUJAH!!! God is so very good. But it was quickly followed by a plunge into deep darkness. By the grace of God, he walked away a few days ago and got sober and just arrived at a place where I pray the Lord will answer our prayers and show us all His MIRACLE working powers and set that captive free. I have prayed these verses over my husband and brother for years and I intend to continue to pray them for my Bub: Isaish 61:1-4

The Year of the Lord’s Favor

The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor. They will rebuild the ancient ruins and restore the places long devastated; they will renew the ruined cities that have been devastated for generations.

Please rejoice with me over a husband who walks in victory and pray with me for a brother who stands next in line.

Pretty Amazing

So, I had a rough week at the trailer park and I was aware and thought I was laying it at the Lords feet and thought I was doing a good job keeping my attitude and sights in check...but I think it carried over into this week and my son picked up on my bad attitude and it transformed into major temper tantrums through the week. Making it 2 really rough weeks in a row. We were doing homeschooling as a test run this year, because I wasn't sure if I could handle Elijah as a student and son...so today while talking to my dear friend, she asked if we had evaluated our lot yet, if maybe it was time to send him to school. And I don't want to quit and I don't want to give up yet...but boy do I wish it was easier. Elijah has always been strong-willed, independent, intelligent...these can all be very good qualities! And let's face it!!! He came by the strong-willed, independent trait quite honestly with a double wammy, from mommy and daddy :) But the temper tantrums that he's been throwing the last couple of months have me always at my wits end...of course, that can be a good place to be as long as I find God and rely on Him in that place and don't just run and hide from yet another battle. It feels really horrid to think of my child as a battle. You know the Bible says that we don't wrestle against flesh and blood...my son is not the enemy! But there is a very real enemy and he is sneaky and conniving, cunning and intelligent, and while not omniscient or that powerful, he is definitely able to use things to his advantage. And if he can't make me turn my back on God, he's definitely going to try to keep me so busy and worn out that I don't glorify God to my fullest potential. And yet God is still Sovereign and able! My favorite verse is to Be still and know that I am God, I WILL BE exalted...so, even in this season of reigning in and finding the right balance with my son, both for him but also for the daughter who in her very gentle and sweetness often gets the raw end of the deal because she is so much less demanding in her attitude and behavior.

My Elijah Alden is pretty amazing. He is very sensitive to his surroundings and notices nouances and changes in behavior and needs in others. He has great compassion for others. He is very smart. He is strong. He loves the Lord Jesus. I believe the Lord has great things in store for this young man in the making! I so desire to teach him to be obedient and to love the Lord our God above and beyond anything else this world has to offer, beyond fame, beyond achievement, beyond accolades, beyond his bride, beyond friendships, beyond careers, beyond family...I desire for this son of mine to walk in a purity and naiivity that his father and I did not get, I want him to know the Lord in such a powerful way that His voice would ring loud and clear and not dull and distant as in many of us, I want him to walk in purity and look at hearts as the Lord does and not on outward fleshly desires. So, I chose to set this year aside to spend with my son, my pretty amazing son. So I write this to bear witness to how amazing I know my son to be, that when I stumble and get frustrated with the very hot refining fire in our life right now, that I would remember and lay claim to how pretty amazing I think my son is.

Safe bubble busters

I find myself really missing my very, very quiet 2 acres today. Living in this camper has been a learning experience, and you know: it's really not that bad! I don't really love my stove/oven and lack of counter space...but living in a camper is quite doable. Living in a camp ground with folks from all walks of life: much, much harder than living in a camper!

A constant battle since moving in has been being bombarded by kids all the time. Back home it was easy to have quiet time and have the kids have quiet time, because there were no kids within walking distance. But here, there are kids everywhere! Some get kicked out at breakfast and don't go home until dusk, some have no real parental input and run hog wild, some have sailor mouths and demeanors to match...most seem to lack the love and nurture that come with a stable home life. And the influence on my kids is tremendous!

It is a constant battle here! I have to constantly balance how much time they spend with the kids, constantly be on guard, there is need for intervention of fighting and wrestling and other mischief: because lets face it, bored kids can be quite ingenuitive. Since it's a campground, there seems to be plenty of bottles and stuff laying around that the boys find, bring to the playground and then bust up against the rocks...

Like most moms, I don't want my kids to embarass me, I don't want them to mouth off at me and I don't want them to beat kids up, I don't want them to use foul words. But more than that, I want to teach my kids why I think it's important not to do those things, I want to teach them to be obedient and respect authority, so that when God grabs a hold of them He can focus on teaching them about faith, instead of having to start with obedience. I want my kids to love others and to shine their lights, so that people will notice Christs love in them and not to blend in with the crowd.

On Saturday night there was quite a wild party. The music was so loud and bass turned up so high that my camper was thumping. Hannah got sick that evening, so between the fever and the coughing and the thumping, we had quite an exciting evening. The kids kept waking up and I couldn't fall asleep...

We got 2 new neighbors on the same day, one on either side and both have dogs. Now my yard (if you can call it a yard), our little lot has lots of smelly, dirty land mines. I don't even have a dog, but I get to clean up poop and try to keep the kids out of it...and yes, I am too chicken to just go and talk to the neighbors and ask them to take their dogs elsewhere.

I didn't mean for this to turn into a complain session. I don't think of myself as being a complainer, but it does seem to be getting harder and harder to maintain my good attitude lately.

I am sure that there is a need for light here. I am sure that I can love on these kids. But man is it messy. Such a different life than I am used to. I often think of how often Jesus was interrupted in what he was doing and try to apply that to my life...that it's ok for my agenda to be interrupted or derailed completely. But as an introvert, I really struggle with the complete lack of quiet. Even the vehicles are loud, seems like 90% of the population drive huge trucks with loud exhausts :)

So, I find myself missing my quiet 2 acre haven. I don't miss living in East TN, I just miss having a refuge. But, God is our Refuge and so I am reminded that in His Sovereignty, this 'predicament' does not escape Him, and as my Provider and Shield, He will provide a way for me to rest. Am curious which of my flaws He is refining in this scenario :) There is a big part of me that wants to run and find a quieter camp ground, or see if there's some land we could rent where it would be quieter...then there's the other part that wants to be obedient and ask, what's next Abba. While running sounds easier and quieter, pretty sure that Jonah would say it's easier to be in His will than to run outside of it...(not just Jonah, there are many examples of runners in the Bible, but figure that most of us remember Jonah and the great big fish).

Less talk and a little more action

The last several weeks have found me thinking a lot about my lifelong dream that somewhere over the last couple of years I kind of buried, or filed away in hidden storage of my mind. My dream for as long as I can remember has been to have a ranch, with horses and farm animals and a garden...and I want to work with kids in the foster system that have been bounced around too much because of behavioral issues. As only God can do...we had a guest speaker a couple weeks ago, that runs a program for foster kids to get to attend camp. He totally brought the rest of my dreams and plans to the very front, along with many tears and a broken heart for a broken world that does not take care of widows and orphans as we've been commanded to do.
Matthew 25:31-46

40 "The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
Funny how dreams work. Funny how time changes circumstances...but like many things in my life over the last year, I lay it at His feet, I believe He gave me that dream and that desire and that He will bring it to fruition according to his perfect will and timing; and He will also do the work in my husbands heart without my ever saying a word, if it's His will.

Along with the dream resurfacing to the forefront of my mind has been this boredom of doing Bible Studies. I want to do something! There is nothing wrong with doing Bible Studies and frankly, the Bible is my favorite book, however, we are to be doers and when we are not doing there is this void in our lives. James 1:22-25 22 Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. 23 Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like someone who looks at his face in a mirror 24 and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. 25 But whoever looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues in it—not forgetting what they have heard, but doing it—they will be blessed in what they do.
I struggle very much with this desire to be in full-time ministry and the very real fact that I am already in 2 full-time ministries: wife and mom. It is my job to train these children up in a way that honors God and so that they know God and not just mom's God. Too much time playing and hanging out, not enough doing. Why do we think that kids can't handle stuff, why are kids not really welcome in ministering to others? The same Holy Spirit that dwells in me dwells in my children, there is no maturing of the Holy Spirit, He is already God and was there at the beginning. We mature and become better listeners, The Holy Spirit doesn't change, just like God. I want to teach my kids to do something...am not sure yet, what this will look like, or where we will be led to give back to others. But, I want my kids to know how to be a servant and how to actively love with the love of Christ. We've been reading in our homeschool history books stories of kids, Elijah's age, in the pioneer days that had massive responsibilites, they handled the farm animals, they carried knives, they cooked the meals for the parents and had active rolls in helping with the younger children. But we pad our children's worlds a bit too much, protecting them from both good and bad things, and stunting the growth of their critical thinking and maturity.

Does taking my kids to a soup kitchen sound like fun to me? No, not really! I think that the 1st few times it would really try my patience and tempt my temper to flare :) But, do I think that my kids would greatly benefit from seeing real need and helping to serve, and or just putting a smile on a lonely persons face? Absolutely!

Mustard Seeds

Prayer....Believing God....Believing God to be The Sovereign King that He is...Believing in God...
Recently I posted a prayer request on FaceBook and I got lots of advice :) and a few people who agreed to pray. Do we really believe that the God in the Bible is so much more than our current worldviews, our tiny brains can comprehend, or the box that we put Him in is actually without borders?
Believe me when I say that I think that my prayer life could increase exponentiallly and still not reach its full potential! However, do we really believe HE IS the I AM? Do we really believe HE IS our Strongtower? Do we really believe HE IS our Provider, Jehovah Jireh? Do we really believe HE IS Healer, Jehova Raphi? Do we really believe HE IS THE SAME YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROW? I could go on and on and on, HE has so many names, so many atributes, so many reasons why we should worship at His feet and His alone...
I say these things to say that I struggle with prayer requests...sometimes, I feel like it's just another way to gossip...
There's a verse in Romans that says that the Spirit will intercede when we know not what to pray, Jesus is our mediator, The Lord's Prayer is so very simple, Paul prays for souls and for minds to be like that of Christ Jesus...many of you know some of my testimony, and I am sure that I will be sharing much of it through this blog, I'm not sure how much, but it is my goal to be obedient. I so desire for God to use my circumstances to help someone else carry their cross. How much is it about prayer and how much is it about faith? I can remember many nights in our marriage where I simply sat on my knees and wept before the Lord, there were not many words! I knew that God was going to deliver my husband, I just did not know when or how!
Recently my friend sent me one of Francis Chan's videos and I want to share part of my response because I am having troubles rewording it to jive with the blog, so I'll just enclose the email:

"WOW! As usual Francis rocked it, I know I know, that was his point :) that we were supposed to notice Jesus more than Francis...and I did, I promise. love this message about more of Jesus and less rules. and I gotta say that the rules kept me from God and Jesus for many years...we need to preach Grace ever so much more than rules. When we preach rules I feel like it cheapens our faith, like we don't believe the Holy Spirit is able to accomplish His work...
It made me think about this whole prayer 'issue' I've been pondering for a while, not that I ever quit communicating with Abba, just that I started questioning a lot of things. I think for me the phrase How can I pray for you? started rating right up there with How are you? People use it to gossip and don't really care about the answer so much...Recently I answered with: 'That I would know Him more intimately. That I would be humble, teachable and correctable. that I would love my neighbor as myself'. We get so caught up in praying for jobs, and kids attitudes, and $$ to go on vacation or whatever your worldly need might be right now. But doesn't God want us to be more like Him, doesn't He want us to praise Him with His own Word. The most common things I pray over my kids (and friends) are: God let them know You ever more intimately and powerfully and spread Your love constantly, and to be content in You. Not that God doesn't care about the details, cuz He compares Himself to a dad and wanting to give good gifts. I just think that if I focus more on knowing Him and honoring Him more and being obedient then I feel like He's going to iron out all the details for me, since He also says that He laid my life out at Creation. Why would I want to pray for weeks that God give me that hot red sportscar when all along God planned to give me a silver Honda Odyssey so that I can carry around the foster kids that are just around the corner? Its still an enigma to me...I definitely have not arrived. But listening to Chan made me come back to this 'prayer' that I've been pondering for months...even with the renters that I want to find for my house, I have not been praying about it. God led us here on this journey, and God knows that $$ is tight and God knows that renting the house would be helpful, so I pray that we would be good stewards with what He's giving us and that we would honor Him with all our decisions. It may not be in His plan to rent the house. Who knows, He could've brot us here for only a short while and want us to return home and then renting the house would've been a dumb idea...like I said: still an enigma :)"
One of the things that I learned while being married to an addict was that the Holy Spirit can say more, say it better, and say it at the right time, than my mouth could every say. Now if I could just learn this with my kids :) Because, in my Spirit which communes regularly with the Holy Spirit, that dwells in this Temple, He already knows.
There is also the whole where 2 or more are gathered, there am I also...it is good for us to pray like-minded. I just think that it's not so much about a shopping list as it is about a relationship with God. One of the things that still stands out, 8 years later, of the mission trip I took after Bible School to Mexico was the praying! These people PRAYED!!! I mean praying in the Spirit, but they ALL prayed out loud at the same time. In America we all respectfully pray individually and listen to each persons prayer, making it more about the words that are said than the ONE whom they are said to. Do you know what?! God heard everyone of those prayers in that sanctuary, even though they were 'prayed on top of each other'...God is Omniscient, Omnipresent, why do we think we need to hear another persons prayers?
"It's all about You, Jesus, all about you!" "Jesus, be the center" just a few of the songs that replay themselves in my brain (believe me, you don't want to live up there)...do we really mean what we sing to this Holy God, Who is not only able, but willing to meet us wherever we are?
My favorite verse is the 2nd to last verse of a very amazing chapter in the book of Psalms, there isn't a verse in Chapter 46 that doesn't rock my world! But there is 1 that I meditate on regularly, and it is often misquoted, and I believe that when you misquote it that you miss the intensity and heart behind the verse...He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;    I will be exalted among the nations,    I will be exalted in the earth.” He's already got it all under control!

A little backstory...

2 Cor 1:3-4


<sup>3　Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, 4　who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.

I found this verse years ago, I think during my missionary days, and immediately thought ‘this is my life’s verse’.

Life is messy! I’m usually a mess until Adonai’s precious peace has restored my equilibrium. I am a new stay at home mom, homeschooling my 2 awesome youngins. I love my hubby and my kiddos and am learning to love the constant chaos that is being a stay at home mom. I am learning a lot about it being enough. I grew up with parents who told me I could do and be anything I wanted and so I tried. But, it would seem that while I can do many things, the gifts and my design was made first for me to be a wife and then a mother. And even though the world will have you going in 29 different directions: being a mommy is not only enough, it is a lot and it is WORTHY! What could be better than spending your talents investing in the next generation and allowing them to affect their peers in a wonderful way and pointing them towards our Heavenly Father, not by preaching but by a lifestyle that spells peace and contentment.

After 7 years of walking through hell’s chaotic fires and reign with my husband we have found firm ground. In this world of instant romance, and soul mates, I won’t lie and tell you that my man is my soul mate, the man of my dreams. But after much time in the Refiner’s fire I heard myself tell him tonight that he is becoming the man of my dreams. Some people want to know why I stayed and the quick answer is: because God said so. But you would have to understand that first I armed myself with the Word of God and was firmly planted in my walk and that He led me to keep up the good fight.

The world would label my husband a crack addict. I think like many of us he just lived in Romans 7 for far too long! It was a long, hard journey to redemption. I always told my husband that it wasn’t the drugs for me; it was the lies and the lifestyle that went with it. Like many men from a broken home, without consistent or quality male leadership he was seeking acceptance in all the wrong places.

In the Bible the number 7 is often used to signify completion or perfection. Well last October marked 7 years for us. For Christmas my husband bought me a beautiful ring, I wear it as a Memorial to the freedom that God has given us. (And yesterday was our 8th anniversary :)

We are in a very sweet place right now in our life! Not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. But, with the recession and my husband’s former habits, we found it hard to get by back home. So I find myself in a totally new season of life in a totally new town, halfway across the country from my family. We left home to join the oil boom in ND, to make some money and get out of debt, but also to get away from family and friends who meant well but whose opinions and actions were driving a wedge where we were trying to become one. It was time for us to toss off all the chains that bind us and run free and find freedom in the oneness that God gave us when we said: ‘I do’. Being on our own has been very good for us and we are learning to have fun with each other again. He is also being built up as the provider and protector and relishing the respect that is rightfully his as head of household. It is sweet to see him embrace his role as our covering.

I have always been shy and quiet until I am comfortable around you…but back when I worked at a home with teenaged girls I found that I love to teach. So it is my desire to simply lead and teach the things that God has so graciously taught me.

I believe that God is Sovereign and Mighty and Powerful! He is everywhere and yet He is never too busy to hear my frustrations; He designed my life and ordered my days at the foundations of the earth, therefore He is intimately acquainted and involved in my daily struggles and triumphs; He is the perfect Dad, knows how to love me perfectly, when I need discipline and when I need a hug; Jesus is the only way to heaven; but I believe that God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit are way more than a ticket to heaven, the redeemed life is so much better than flailing aimlessly in the world.

Psalm 119:11 is a verse I learned long before I knew my precious Saviour personally! My grandma used to walk around saying it regularly, and of course, she quoted it from KJV: "I will hide Thy Word in my heart, Lord, that I might not sin against Thee". Not a bad verse to already have memorized when years later God would invite me into His fold. I am far from perfect and know that in no way have I not sinned against Him. But I have strived to hide His Word in my heart. I have read and studied scripture and meditated on passages for days, weeks, months…By the Grace of God alone!

It has been quite a walk since God invaded my life in such a powerful way 14 years ago. He showed himself in this heathen’s life undeniably. There was no turning back, there was no way to deny Him, and He knocked me around and got ahold of me and forever altered the course of my life. It wasn’t long after meeting God and reading my way through a women’s devotional Bible that it became clear that I needed to pack up and leave the small little town I called home. I could not follow God’s new call on my life and hang out in the clubs with all my old buds....and so my life's greatest journey began the 1st time I left home...I tell people I have salt water in my veins and gypsy feet, I'm not sure I'll rest until God calls me home :)</sup>

Divorce

If you have landed on my page and you are divorced, I want you to know that I accept you and am so sorry for all the hurt that have faced or are facing. Moses brought the law; Jesus Christ brought Grace and Truth. I need you to know that I don’t think that divorce is the right answer, and I did not choose that road while walking through my personal hell. But, I extend Grace to you and want you to know that the blood of Jesus offers Grace and Forgiveness even in divorce. You will read about my struggle and my battle about divorce. I have been on my knees sobbing and weeping and begging God for release from my vows to which He replied: ‘NO’. And while I am glad that I did not do it, I don't want you to feel alienated from opinions that will be in this blog. Please enter in and learn with me about this new Truth I’ve been learning the last couple of years called: ‘Grace’.

That kind of girl

I am scared to death to post this blog! I just need you to hear me J I was doing a little research today and a blog was talking about needing a clear path to make a blog a success, to know your audience and what you want to say and who you want to reach. I hear ya, but…I’m not really that kind of girl. I just know that through the last several years God was building a testimony through my husband and I. I’m kind of take it as it comes kind of girl.

I can remember back when I was in full-time ministry, one of my jobs was to run the kitchen for about 30 people, 3 meals a day. One day…we had kind of a busy week and we needed a meal, but nothing was really on the menu and no one had been there all day to prepare it. My co-laborer walks in and asks if she can help. I looked around the kitchen and said something like: I don’t really know, I don’t have a plan yet. To which she replied something like: yes, but you are a choleric; there will be something beautiful out of this chaos. Story of my life.

At the beginning of this year as we were planning to move to North Dakota we got lots of questions. People always wanted to know what the plan was, where, when, why, how…to which I usually replied with my arms out in front and clasped, making a circle: His light is only shining this far and your questions are landing outside his light (Ps 119:105 Your word is a lamp to my feet
And a light to my path). I said we are going on an adventure. And we have! We left our 2 acres and 2400 square foot house to come live in a 29’ camper on a 30x90 lot with 362 other campers. But, it is an adventure. We are involved in an awesome church. We are spending more family time together doing fun things, even though Jason works crazy hours. I am homeschooling and staying at home with our 7 year old son, Elijah and our 4 year daughter Hannah.

Did I mention that I was scared to death to put something out there? Even though I feel in my gut that this is where Adonai is leading. And I made my Barnabas promise to hold me accountable to posting something, anything, by the end of the week. And while I hear the ladies saying to plan, plan and plan…I am not disagreeing with you, I am simply saying that sometimes God leads us where we are not sure of the plan, as has often been the case in my life.

Everyone should have a Barnabas/Jonathon in their life J back when we were in the trenches (in full time ministry fighting the ever present enemy) together, she scared me half to death and she became my Paul. We taught all the girls at the farm that they needed a Paul (a mentor), a Timothy (someone a little less mature) and a Barnabas (an encourager, a running buddy). While she started as my Paul, she is now my closest and dearest friend. There is nobody else that can punch me with a 2x4 quite as hard or covered with as much love and grace as she can.

Welcome to my journey of living a Christ centered marriage and life. Life is hard! To be in the world but not of the world…America has all kinds of fads and doctrines, many of them seem innocent but most of them run contrary to what the Bible says. Learning to respect my husband (even/especially when he didn’t deserve it), honor him and his choices for our family, become a woman who could do anything she puts her mind to yet choosing to stay home and pour her gifts and talents into a much greater audience: our contribution to the next generation, this was one of the harder lessons: yes! being a wife and mommy is not only enough, it is the highest honor and calling.

Walk with me, struggle with me and let’s find grace together in this journey of life.