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Thursday, March 16, 2017

Does Prayer Scare or Frustrate YOU?

Prayer...I don't know about you, but this has always been difficult for me. I try and try to get it "right" but always end up frustrated and give up. If I'm not really careful, a week (or two) can go by and I haven't spoken to my Savior at all!
When I pray, I feel like my words make it as far as the ceiling and then bounce right back at me! Is it like that for you? Does it just make you want to yell in frustration or just forego prayer altogether? Believe me, I completely understand!
Guess what? I have found help for us. Carol Round is an absolutely precious woman who knows how very important the practice of prayer is. Prayer is our conversation with our Lord and Savior and prayer is how we develop a close relationship with Him. Jesus doesn't want to just be our Savior, He wants to be our friend. He wants to be closer to us than a brother {or sister}. In the Preface to her book, Journaling with Jesus, How to Draw Closer to God, Mrs. Round has this to say;
'I have been keeping a prayer journal for over ten years. My mornings begin with my Women of Faith Bible, a devotional, and a journal into which I pour out my heart  to the One who knows me better than anyone, my heavenly Father. Through my daily conversations with Him, my journal entries reveal the heart of a woman changed by His grace and love. My life has changed dramatically since I began seeking His presence each morning before my day becomes busy with the distractions of this world. It is my hope that Journaling with Jesus will draw you into a closer relationship with your Abba Father. Let your journey begin with Him. You will be surprised when He shows up to meet you each morning.'
She has kept a prayer journal for TEN years!! I'm doing well to spend ten minutes when I try to speak with Him. That fact use to make me feel like such a failure! Even when I was trying to pray for my husband and son, whom I love so very much, my mind would begin to wander. Please tell me that I am NOT the only one!
She says she poured out her heart in her journal "to the One who knows me better than anyone, my heavenly Father". I can't remember the last time I poured out my heart to anyone, even my heavenly Father and that is so very sad.
Also, she said that she has her time with the LORD in the morning. Let me just point out one of my very short shortcomings here ... oh how I despise mornings! I am one of those people who can't be spoken to unless I've had at least two cups of coffee and an hour to wake up! The good news is that since finding Carol's book, I'm changing a little at the time. Our son, Mason, sleeps with us so if I get up, no matter how carefully, he's right behind me. If, however, I keep my Bible and my journal beside my bed, I can just roll over and grab my Bible. I read a few verses until one catches my attention and speaks to my heart and then I go straight to my journal and pray my heart out.
Mrs. Round has really got a good thing here. I can personally guarantee that if you will read this book, it will revolutionize your prayer life. The difference between Journaling with Jesus and the other books I have read and or studied is that Mrs. Round doesn't tell you HOW to pray, she just tells you to pray. Give God what you need Him to take care of, tell Him what is on your heart and do it all on paper where you can keep your thoughts organized and, as you sit still and listen, write down what He wants to tell your heart.
I will be doing more posts about Journaling with Jesus by Carol Round and I hope that you will at least give it a try. You will be absolutely and completely taken aback by how comfortable this form of prayer is the very first time you try it.
I'm actually reading through this book again and in my next post on Journaling with Jesus, I will be showing pictures of my journal.
God bless you and I hope that this book and the knowledge you gain helps you become best friends with the Creator who loves you so very much.









Remember, the knowledge you gain, use it as God's daughter, for God's Daughters.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

You Are MY Child, At Your Best and Your Worst.


So, it's 1:45 a.m. & I'm sitting in the living room with my soon to be 2 yo son, Mason.  Mason has NEVER slept all night since the day he was born...not ONCE. I've Googled, read, researched, spoken with his pediatrician and other pediatricians, tried essential oils, warm baths with calming bath soap and adjusted his schedule so many times that I can't even remember.

This past Friday I had a minor surgical procedure done but was told I couldn't lift anything heavy for 10 days (as the discharge nurse eyed my 30-pound baby boy). Can I just get some back up from other moms out there; if your baby falls or gets sick, you are NOT going to say “Well, I can't pick you up, just dust it off and go on about your day”, are you? I didn't think so.

The meds they gave me after surgery turned me into monster mommy/wife. I snapped off the head of every poor innocent that happened to look me directly in the eye all day Saturday and Sunday. Plus, those same meds made me SO tiiiiired!! All I wanted to do was sleep for the weekend. I honestly believe that I could've slept from discharge on Friday until 5 a.m. Monday when my husband, Angel, got up for work.

Anyway, back to THIS morning. Oh, I was so angry! All I wanted was to go to bed at a decent hour and, you know, ACTUALLY SLEEP! I'm doing this sort of short study with Joanna Weaver called 'HOW TO HAVE A MARY HEART 8 Steps to a Deeper & Sweeter Friendship with God. If you've never read any of Mrs. Joanna's books or "met" her, I encourage you to do so immediately. She is an amazing woman and a great mentor. She is also the author of Having a Mary Heart In A Martha World, which you can find here. I just started it and what I have gotten so far that is important to me, is that she keeps a journal like I do!!

Since I was so angry, I didn't want to immediately launch into prayer, I wanted to vent some first. I opened my Bible/Prayer journal and instead of jumping straight into why I was so angry and indignant, I found myself telling God I loved Him, I loved Him, I loved Him and that I knew Mason was His special blessing to us. Then I began to list all the great things about Mason that I notice every single day. For example, he is always quick to laugh and has such a loving spirit. He is just over flowing with pure and unadulterated JOY. By the time I had listed all of the qualities about Mason that are so very dear to me and my daily life, I wasn't angry anymore.

                                                                    

I wish I could say that Jesus just appeared in the middle of our living room and explained what I'm about to tell you but He didn't. He spoke directly to my heart.

I had this overwhelming feeling that this is sort of what He experiences with us when we just refuse to do the good things He set before us. He doesn't tell us repeatedly to read the Word just to keep us busy, but because it is nourishment for our souls! It's the same as when a mom runs herself into the ground trying to figure out how in the world to get her picky eater to eat more veggies or how the over-tired and cranky mom tries to figure out any and all tricks to get her non-sleeper to sleep so that his little body has time to recuperate and grow and his little mind has time to process all the new things he's learned that day.

When we encourage our children to talk through a problem with us rather than struggle with it on their own, it's because we can help them figure out how to possibly deal with whatever the situation is. When Jesus tells us to pray, to ask, to believe, it's because He KNOWS what to do but He wants us to learn to trust Him enough to bring the problem to Him rather than struggling with it alone.



God loves us in much the same way we love our own children. Oh! How they can drive us to distraction!!!!! But oh, how we love them with all our hearts anyway. They are our children, at their best and at their worst. And, Moms & Dads, we are His children and we often drive Him to distraction! But oh, how He loves us with all of His heart anyway because we are His children, at our best and at our worst.

 ***Again, if you haven't read Joanna Weaver, you should really start!***
                             



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Tuesday, November 1, 2016

What is Worrying You?

As a momma, I am constantly on my toes. If Mason sleeps ten minutes passed his bedtime, I worry he is sick (never mind the fact that he played wide open yesterday and skipped his nap and then spent the evening after dinner playing outside with Daddy!). When I fix his breakfast, lunch or dinner, I worry if he ate enough and I want his snacks to be healthy.
If he is playing, whether inside or out, I stay a step or two behind him so I can be right there if he falls and skins his knee. Yes, I'm a bit of a worry wart. But what does that say about my faith? All this worrying stresses me out and doesn't make me much fun to play with or to play around.

         "Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you."
                                                                       1 Peter 5:7-8 (NLT)

Trying to keep our children from getting hurt, feeding them healthy foods and making sure they get enough sleep is what being a momma is all about, but turning our normal, everyday responsibilities into everyday, happiness stealing worry is a bad thing. We can't control every single step our children take. If we did it would make for a pretty miserable existence, not only for us but for the kids as well.
It takes an unimaginable amount of faith to keep us from turning our normal parental responsibilities into mountains of worry that will steal our joy and make us generally unhappy people. I don't know about you, but I want to leave my children with a legacy of love and fun and, most importantly, FAITH. I want them to see my faith in action.
I read the Bible daily, sometimes several times a day and sometimes for long periods at one sitting. Because I have the knowledge of God from my time in His Word, I know that worrying isn't "just how moms are", worrying is a sin and a trick of the devil to wear down our faith.

"Stay alert! Watch out for your great enemy, the devil. He prowls around like a roaring lion, looking for someone to devour."

The devil is a sneaky one! He uses lies and trickery to fool us into believing that it's okay to worry about our kids to the point that we hurt our relationship with God and others. But, I have good news for you! God knows the devil, after all, He created him.

The Bible also details for us the kind of legacy we, as moms, should want to leave for our children and that will make our home a happy and comfortable place for our entire family and for those who come to visit.
   


                 
But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against these  things!
 Those who belong to Christ Jesus have nailed the passions and desires of their sinful nature to his cross and crucified them there. Since we are living by the Spirit, let us follow the Spirit’s leading in every part of our lives.
                   Galatians 5:22-25
So, when you find yourself worrying about these things you can't control, remember that God has us all in the palm of His hand...even the littlest of us, maybe, especially the littlest of us.
But I trust in your unfailing love.
I will rejoice because you have rescued me.
I will sing to the LORD
because he is good to me.
                                                                    Psalm 13:5

                                                



                                   



  

   
   

    
     


    
         

    
   

Friday, October 28, 2016

God Loves You in the Middle of Your Mess and Blesses You Extravagantly.

As I sit here staring at my computer screen, I realize that I haven't thought about God's blessing in my home for a while. Isn't that how it is for most women? Please tell me I'm not the only one who gets so caught up in running and doing, doctor appointments, grocery stores, chores, and doing for others that I leave my time with God in the dust.
Over the last few days, as I've been readin...g Whispered Grace, I've realized something; God won't shout at us and demand our attention or thump us over the head with the Word. I imagine He sits patiently but sadly as we run, run, run instead of holding out our hand for His and spending time wrapped in His peace that surpasses understanding.
I feel bad when I think of how often I have ignored Him, especially after all He has done to bless me. I was saved at twelve years old and can still remember how amazing I felt. You know the song 'Walking on Sunshine'? Yep, that was totally my theme song. Then, life began to beat against me like waves in an angry ocean. I lost that walking on sunshine feeling.
Without making this post fourteen million pages long, some stuff happened in my family and I ended up in foster care. The people I stayed with were sweet and loving but I felt locked down and like I was being punished for something that wasn't my fault. The devil found a foothold.
When I met my first boyfriend I thought I could help him because his family was in shambles as well. He just brought me down further. By the time I was seventeen I was married and pregnant. By the time I was twenty-five, I was divorced, alone and on meth and drinking over a case of beer a day. I was hanging out with dangerous people, some of whom are now in prison for murder, manufacturing drugs and so on.
I tell you all this to say that, while I may have forgotten God, He never forgot me. He reached down into that mess and pulled me out of it. He loved me in spite of the mess I had become. He gave me an amazing husband and beautiful son and a home where I am protected and safe. He still blesses me daily. Every time my son hugs me or tries to help me put the dishes away or fold clothes, it causes me to slow down and just whisper, "Thank You, Jesus, for saving me." When my husband comes home and tells me he missed me, I whisper, "Thank you for giving me this wonderful man to spend the rest of my life with."
God has been working, even when I can't see it, to help me learn to slow down and look for Him because He is always present and standing right beside me.
No matter what is going on in your life at this moment, slow or stop completely and talk to Jesus. I guarantee you will come away more focused and refreshed and a lot less frazzled. If God blessed me, and He has blessed my socks off!, He will bless you the way only He can do. Just watch for it.
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Friday, September 30, 2016

But Father, I DON'T Want To Forgive!

WARNING!!! This will be a pretty long post, but I hope you will read it through to the end.
So Corrie ten Boom and her sister, Betsie, hid Jews during the Nazi invasion. When they were caught, they were sent to Ravensbrück concentration camp. They were starved, worked almost to death and, to add insult and humiliation to injury, they were made to walk naked past the male guards. I hate to even imagine what else these women and other prisoners went through.
In the study 'You Are Forgiven' I'm doing through lovegodgreatly.com, this is what they have written in Chapter 5, which is titled "THE CALL OF FORGIVENESS";
"Many years later while speaking on forgiveness, Corrie saw one of the guards from the time of her imprisonment. It's a lot to take in. Her sister [Betsie] had died in prison and she herself had suffered cruelly at the hands of the Nazis."
Corrie was sure that the guard would not remember her because it had been a long time ago and there were thousands of other prisoners there with her. When he stood in front of her, hand outstretched, he said, " A fine message fräulein! How good it is to know that, as you say, all our sins are at the bottom of the sea!"
Corrie says, " And I, who had spoken so glibly of forgiveness, fumbled in my pocketbook rather than take that hand."

***Could you imagine being subjected to such horrible torture as I'm sure that both Corrie and Betsie were subjected to and then having one of the people responsible want to , again, put his hand on you, even if it was in a gesture of peace? Oh, I can tell you right now that I would not be strong enough to do so!***

The guard then went on to explain that he had been a guard there and then he said, "But since that time, I have become a Christian. I know that God has forgiven me for the cruel things I did there, but I would like to hear it from your lips as well. Fräulein," ---again the hand came out----"will you forgive me?"
Corrie says," And I stood there--I whose sins had every day to be forgiven-- and could not. Betsie had died in that place- could he erase her slow terrible death simply for the asking?
It could not be many seconds that he stood there, hand held out,but to me it seemed hours as I wrestled with the most difficult thing I had ever had to do. For I had to do it--I knew that. The message that God forgives has a prior condition: that we forgive those who have injured us. "If you do not forgive men their trespasses," Jesus says, "neither will your Father in heaven forgive your trespasses.' I knew it not only as a commandment of God, but as a daily experience.
Since the end of the war I had had a home in Holland for victims of Nazi brutality. Those who were able to forgive their former enemies were able also to return to the outside world and rebuild their lives, no matter the physical scars. Those who nursed their bitterness remained invalids. It was as simple and as horrible as that."
Corrie goes on to say that she knew that forgiveness was not an emotion but an act of the will, and "the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart. She told God that she COULD lift her hand but He would have to supply the rest...the feeling.
"And so woodenly, mechanically, I thrust my hand into the one stretched out to me. And as I did, an incredible thing took place. The current started in my shoulder, raced down my arm, sprang into our joined hands. And then this healing warmth seemed to flood my whole being, bringing tears to my eyes. "I forgive you, brother!" I cried. "With all my heart!"

Jesus came to this world, stepped down from the glories of heaven to bring us the forgiveness we so desperately needed. If we can accept His forgiveness for every single horrible thing we have ever done, then we MUST give it to those who've harmed us, broken our hearts, our spirits and, yes, even our families. As I'm writing this, I am struggling in this area of forgiveness and I have begged, shouted and prayed until my mind has run out of words for God to give me HIS strength to forgive. No, I don't want to forgive for the people who have harmed me sake's, but so that I can be free to pursue my right relationship with my Lord and Savior. You see, we don't forgive to let the other person off the hook or to let them get away with whatever they've done, but because unforgiveness in our hearts hurts no one but us. God wants better for us. Vengeance belongs to God and He sees ALL.

If You are holding on to past hurts, you are only damaging yourself and your closeness to God. I have had people that I love dearly praying for me and, slowly but surely, I am letting go of my own hurts.

If this post helps you at all, please share so that others might read and see how forgiveness is good, a good gift from our Loving Father.


The quotes from Corrie ten Boom were taken fro chapter 5 of You Are Forgiven by the Love God Greatly team. The book is available here for purchase and can be found for Kindle Unlimited subscribers here.

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