Showing posts from August, 2011


I admit. I have some O.C.D. tendencies. They may not have been as evident to me before, but now they're seemingly magnified as I watch these idiosyncrasies of my life being lived out by my son. Oops. Parenting Fail. The reality is not all of my O.C.D'ness (yes, I made that up) is bad. Things like having a routine and a schedule can be good for a child.

There's one obsession I simply must instill in him. In the early morning when he's sound asleep, I sneak in and pray over this little life. "Lord, shape his mind with thoughts about You. Grab hold of his heart to be on fire for You. Use his hands to serve You. Send his feet to go in Your name. Make this life a life that pleases and glorifies You."

"Turn your obsessions to your Savior." - Beth Moore

There's a Steven Curtis Chapman song that describes this:

<em>You are everything I want
You are everything I need
I want You to be my one consuming passion
Everything my heart desires
Lord, I wa…


I started writing this blog at 7 a.m. It's nearly 10 p.m. and I still haven't completed it. This isn't a typical case of writer's block. It's a bad case of interruptions!

Every time I got ready to type, the phone rang. Each time I started to look up scripture, I got a text message or email that required attention (or maybe just served as a distraction). As soon as I wanted to focus my mind in prayer and let the Holy Spirit speak to and through me, I found myself engaging in other conversations that prevented me from hearing from the Lord.

Admittedly, it's my own fault. I needed to get alone. Set time aside where I'd be by myself. Spend concentrated time and effort on hearing from the Lord. Designate a space that provided an environment of solitude yet fostered His presence. Prepare a heart and mind attitude ready to seek Him (and ready and alert to find Him, too!).

Priscilla Shirer changes the word "interruption" to "divine intervention.&quo…

Contagious Joy

"It's bubbling, it's bubbling...
It's bubbling in my soul.
There's singing and laughing,
Since Jesus made me whole.
Since Jesus Christ came in,
And cleansed my heart from sin...
It's bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling in my soul!"

It's a little chorus I used to sing as a kid. I am so thankful to my godly parents and a wonderful church to have these kinds of things ingrained into my my memory - and etched upon my heart. It's a fun little ditty that just makes you happy to sing it.

The truth is music makes me happy. And the truth about this song is the joy that is to be so deeply flowing in my soul that it bubbles up to the surface to the point of overflowing.

"...I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances..." Phil. 4:10

I know enough to know it's not about circumstances. It's about the depth of your soul being filled with the joy and peace and presence of the Lord. In the midst of your very present trou…

God Moments

I told you how much I love sunsets. I can remember in college when I needed to get alone with the Lord and I would park my little red honda civic at the Wingate Hotel overlooking Candler's Mountain and watch as the sun set on my hometown. Sometimes I'd listen to music as loud as my wimpy car stereo would blast it. Sometimes I'd pray out loud and pour out my heart to the Lord as if He was sitting right next to me in my passenger seat. Sometimes I'd cry uncontrollable sobs. Sometimes I'd just sit quietly. Speechless.

Songs like FFH's "Lord Move" bring back memories of those "God moments": "Lord, move in a way that I've never seen before, cuz' there's a mountain in the way, and a lock on the door. I'm drifting away, Waves are crashing on the shore. Lord, move...or move me."

I remember having a breakthrough during that song with my bible opened to Psalm 61, claiming the Lord as my Rock, the immovable Rock, asking Him to…

First Day of School

All around, it's the first day of school. I heard the bus outside before 7 a.m. I saw a mom snap a photo just before her son boarded the big yellowish-orange school bus. I was too far away to see if she was tearing up as she waved. You may think he was a kindergarten, but I'm almost certain this is his first day of 8th grade. I guess the point is, you're always "mama's baby."

I love buying school supplies. My sister and I used to help dad at the Liberty bookstore with bookrush (when students bought textbooks) and we'd get "paid" by picking out a brand new Jansport backpack. You got a list from the school of the things you needed and everything was new. Pencils - get the mechanical that don't need to be sharpened. Pens - I had to have at least one purple one. Paper and 3-ring binder - purple was preferable, but it also needed a clear sleeve on the front for personalizing with pictures and stickers. I admit - I can still be seen visiting the …

A New Day

There's something supernatural about watching the sun rise; taking its majestic place in the sky, revealing brilliant hues across the horizon as it assumes position. It declares a new day as it rises. And the world that once rested peacefully in the night is alerted to the possibility of this new day.

A new day. What does it hold? New opportunities. New challenges. New fears. New accomplishments. Each day, a new day, not like the one before. We count our days in weeks and months and years but by itself, this day - today - stands alone. There will never be another day like it.

"My faithful God, help me to call this to mind and therefore always have hope; Because of Your great love, I am not consumed, for Your compassions never fail. They are new toward me every morning; great is Your faithfulness. I will say to myself, "The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for Him." (Praying God's Word from Lamentations 3:22-24)

Just as surely as the sun rises, it also s…


I have to admit. It can be a complete challenge having a wide-open 3 year old boy. There are moments when I simply want to scream. And there are other times when I can't get over the joy that this little life brings me. I love that he is curious - despite the incessant "Why's?" and "What's?" I love that he can turn a 4 foot high dirt pile into a new adventure - everyday. I love the silly things he says that simply crack me up.

What I also love are those moments when he first wakes up and wants to cuddle. I can hold him in my arms and be reminded of the days I rocked him to sleep each night. I comb my fingers through his blonde hair and whisper in his ear.

 "I have a secret."
"What mommy?" he asks.
"I love you soooooo big!" I say.

The smile on his face reveals the dimple in his right cheek and it's enough to melt my heart.

And recently he's returning the favor. "Mommy."

"Yes, E?" "Um...I got a …

Sunday Morning

I know it's Monday (don't remind me). And I should have posted this yesterday. But I have some thoughts about Sunday that I'd like to share.

I look around the church and see people whom I know are hurting. I see a mother's tender touch on the back of her paraplegic son who has just suffered a seizure. This is her normal. I see the smile on the face of a young woman as she "sings praise" knowing she's mourning the loss of the life she miscarried. I see new life - a baby peacefully sleeping in her father's arms, blissfully unaware of the service going on around her. I see hollow eyes in the face of a widow who walks in and finds a single seat. I see the confusion on the faces of a few visitors who don't know where to go and aren't sure if anyone will speak to them, or if they want anyone to. My heart is overcome. Grief. Compassion. Pain. Joy. Rejoicing.

This is church. This is His body. This is the place He manifests Himself to me - to us. Do I …

Used Up

"As long as you think you are of value to God He cannot choose you, because you have purposes of your own to serve." - Oswald Chambers

Are you of use to God? How can you be when you're filled up with yourself. You can't accomplish His purposes when you're so busy fulfilling your own.

"But my life is worth nothing to me unless I use it for finishing the work assigned me by the Lord Jesus..." Acts 20:24

I remember in high school when someone asked what my spiritual gifts were. I could sing, I was a people person, I could make friends with anyone and I loved to write. "No, no. Not talents. Spiritual gifts," he asked. I was puzzled. Weren't these the things God had gifted me with to use for Him? He gave me a voice to sing, a talent to write, a heart for people...

Hear what Oswald says: "We tend to say that because a person has natural ability, he will make a good Christian. It is not a matter of our equipment, but a matter of our poverty…