Hemmed In

I prefer to be hemmed in. Not just surrounded by seemingly safe boundaries. More like if I was a little shorter I might insist God swaddle me in a baby blanket. Super tight. Super secure. Maybe leave my arms out because I’m handsy. Rather I talk with my hands.  So, when God asked me to step into one of the scariest- who am I kidding? This is THE scariest place I’ve been in a while. Anyway. When God started make it known that he wanted me to set my fears aside and follow him down this slightly different path I…

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Mosquito Jesus

I just finished reading Jami Amerine’s Stolen Jesus. In it she confesses her belief in all the Jesuses. Plural.  Before this book, I never really considered the idea of more than one Jesus. All I’ve ever been told is “he’s enough,” and I believed it. With my words.  She talks about how she saw Jesus-how she defined who he is-at various stages of her life. 5th grade Jesus. Wrathful Jesus. Justin’s Jesus. And more. But she left one out.  Mosquito Jesus. I used to believe in Mosquito Jesus. He’s totally made up.  I was raised to say yes when your…

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God, You’re Borderline Ridiculous

Seriously. I’m looking at this past week, and I can’t even. We always quip that God’s timing is perfect. But I don’t think we often believe it.  Most times I look around and think this is probably the worst time for this. “This” being anything whatsoever that is hard for me. Anything that requires endurance or strength (inside or out) or anything that requires me to look God in the face for longer than eight seconds. I’m more convinced now that God’s timing is borderline ridiculous. This last week, I finished my master’s in theology, sent in my manuscript for…

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Crossing Your Red Sea

I’m watching from across the country as Texans deal with losing and then losing more the next day. I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s been pushed to take a good look at her life because of it all. I’m tempted to worry because I know a few too many people who live there. It wouldn’t matter as much if I didn’t like those people, but I do. I care about them greatly.  And it’s got me thinking about God’s goals for all of us. What’s that guy’s big idea? I really WANT to know, but I don’t need…

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Talking to Job

Today marks one month since I found a lump in my right breast. I won’t belabor it. It’s only a cyst according to the mammogram and ultrasound. Nothing more needs to be done at this point, they said.  It’s about the size of a large grape or maybe it’s a small golf ball. But something like that showing up on a body you’ve known for over forty years is unsettling. Especially, when your mother is a breast cancer survivor.  They called her stage two.  My anxiety was further increased when I began filling out the paper work. They had boxes…

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GIVEAWAY: I’m Seriously Tired As A Mother

So. Y’all know I LOVE me a good t-shirt. Some quip in a fancy font? It’s basically my love language. It fills me up, and it lets you know just a little bit more about me. Like. How tired I am.  As a mother. That’s how. Anyhow.  When I ordered a shirt similar to this one and it never came. I cried. Right out my eyes.  Fine. I didn’t cry. But I was annoyed until my new friends at Hoss Fly Tees contacted me and said, “hey. We have that shirt. Want it?”  And then I was all {whimper out of…

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Jesus, You’re Just Not Worth It

Ever catch yourself saying this? Oh. No. Not outloud, sure, but how many times are we caught choosing one thing over Jesus? Over quiet time. Over doing what’s right.  Yesterday, I listened to a teaching on God’s view vs our own worldview. It’s a topic that’s come up a lot lately.  Each time the outcome seems to be that there’s a good chance there’s some skew in our worldview. In the way we see God. In the way we are obeying.  The overall teaching was about why Jesus came. We shouted out typical answers and he wrote them on his…

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Your Marriage is Like a Spit In The Eye

Ever feel like you are just going through it with your spouse? Like you’re out of sync or on two different planets? It’s because the relationship you have with your husband is the most powerful form of love you can express in your entire life. And the enemy will never like that. Some say the love between mamma and babe is unmatchable. And it is powerful for sure. Wrapped up in a mamma’s love are three forms of love from the Greek: Agape, Ludus, and Pragma. We know agape as unconditional love. CS Lewis called it the highest form of…

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Summer Numbers

34- the number of days since I posted a blog 7- days we’ve been on summer break 1-times I’ve been able to harvest from my super cute garden  5- number of my babies who are currently snuggled on my couch 1- the number of camping trips I’ve been on this summer break.  17- mosquito bites from said camping trip 2- how many times I’ve watched the new Beauty and the Beast in the last two weeks 2- the number of books I’ve read on this summer break 10- the number of chapters fully completed in my book 10- chapters I…

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You Don’t Have to be a Mother to Celebrate Today

Happy Mother’s Day. Yes, I even mean those of you who don’t have a child of your own. I celebrate you today because I couldn’t do this without you.  Our girls have looked to you to learn so much, and it’s changed them. For the better. We aren’t made to do this alone, so you choosing to be these dynamite world changers. You choosing to pour into our kids. You choosing to scootch them back onto their right path, back to God.  You choosing to honor my words instead of act like I don’t know what I’m doing. You choosing…

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