When You Need a Moment to Ask Yourself

On Sunday night our Women’s Leadership Team came over for dinner and a meeting.  I can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt during these meetings because although it’s considered “work,” I love these women and would have them around my dinner table any chance I get…whether we serve alongside one another or not.

Before the meeting, I thought about each one and where they are in their lives and wondered if I had it right.  So I asked them to write down on a card the answer to the following questions with one to three word answers:

1. What is currently occupying most of your brain space?
2. How are you doing?
3. Who are you becoming?

It was hard for all of them at some level or another because first, we often don’t take time to ask ourselves these questions and admittedly, there are times when we don’t like the answers.

Here are my answers:

1. Are my kids okay? {Explanation: All the boys are in various stages of “growth spurt,” if you will.  I’m wondering, are we shepherding them through said spurts well}

2. Good and Tired.  {I’ve surrendered to the Tired 30s and the ebb and flow of sleep that comes with a baby}

3. More confident in Jesus in me.  {Explanation: I’m becoming more humbled by own short comings.  The scripture “apart from me, you can do nothing,” is becoming louder and clearer}

Your turn…


When Grace is All You Have

The sacred echo of late has resounded in the quiet moments, the not-so-quiet moments, in the stories and words coming alive in the text and in conversations between she and I, he and I, us and them.

When the only word to describe is overwhelmed.

We live through many hardships and trials.  Some are results of situations beyond our control and others are simply the fall out from our own sin.

A husband leaving.  Sudden illness. The son who has gone his own way.  Bank accounts dipping below zero. The home slipping through our fingers.  The job that is no longer. A friend who has turned her back on you.  When we are gripped with fear or we sense God is not ready to move us from this place.  Or we can’t seem to muster up the faith to take the one step out ourselves.

His grace is sufficient.

It’s more than enough.

We can gaze upon the cross of Christ and see it all there.  All our failures. All our deficiencies.  In all our not-good-enoughs, He is enough.

It’s more than we deserve.

“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

In everything.

When the plate is full or when we can barely scrape up something to see there, Grace is enough.  When you can’t think of the hows or can’t shut down the what-ifs, Grace is sufficient.

What do you need Grace for this week?

May the power of Christ rest upon you.


Sunday Reflections: Dull Knives and Dull Hearts

The Pioneer Woman's Restaurant Style Salsa

One of my favorite things to make for dinner parties is fresh salsa.

The combinations of flavors between the tomatoes, onions, peppers and cilantro are mouth-watering before you even slide your chip in for the dip.

Several years ago, my father-in-law taught me what is required to make good salsa is a good chop.  Lots of chopping.   A salsa with a good texture is the perfect balance between saucy and chunky.

The knife in my kitchen I’ve used to prepare almost every meal since our wedding day is a basic chef’s knife. Perfect for chopping, slicing and dicing just about any vegetable.   However when the knife becomes dull, it becomes ineffective.

In fact, not only does it become ineffective, it can be downright harmful.  If I use a dull, ineffective knife to chop an onion, the knife can slide off the onion and chop my finger instead.  Worse yet, I can know this and in my laziness do nothing about it, resigning myself to the rough, overly chunky chop, making one bite of salsa overwhelming with the taste of onion.

This truth came to mind while studying Hebrews 5:11-14 where readers of God’s Word are warned about falling into the danger of dullness.

“About this we have much to say, and it is hard to explain, since you have become dull of hearing. For though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you again the basic principles of the oracles of God. You need milk, not solid food, for everyone who lives on milk is unskilled in the word of righteousness, since he is a child.   But solid food is for the mature, for those who have their powers of discernment trained by constant practice to distinguish good from evil.”

Dullness.  A debilitating condition that causes us to become spiritually ineffective.

We let time go by and become complacent, finding ourselves standing in the same exact place we’ve been standing in for years.  Not moving.  Not growing. Not changing.  Regressing.

We no longer learn because we are not passing on what we know to another. Seeing and experiencing that what we have learned actually finds its fulfillment when we teach.

When we give it away. 

We are blessed to be a blessing.

The knife in my hand is meant to prepare something to feed others.  Likewise, we are placed in the hands of the Living God when we die to live for His purpose.

Our lives are not our own.

The deal with the knife though is there is a fairly quick remedy.  I can take the sharpening tool that came with it and with a few swipes across, the knife is sharpened and back in the game.

It becomes useful once again.

And so it goes with our complacency.  Our spiritual dullness.  One simple move can help us grow and become effective to those around us.

One step of faith in action.

One phone call to encourage or pray with the person we’ve been thinking of daily.

One step of faith to begin a discipleship relationship with that younger woman who is always ready to talk and ask questions.

One commitment to serve within your community.

These things make the ineffective suddenly effective.

We are blessed to be a blessing.

Does your knife need sharpening?

What steps can you take to combat spiritual dullness?


The Post Easter Post

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Saturday evening before Easter is always daunting knowing the alarm will go off at 3am.  This year, some good friends and neighbors who were planning to join us for the early morning set up offered to pick me up.

These moments are 100% more enjoyable when shared with others.

As we pulled up to Veteran’s Park in the dark, I could feel my heart jumping as the headlights from other cars led the way to join us. One after the other.  Immediately, anticipation filled the air.  We struggled to keep our voices low, not wanting to disturb the neighbors.  The work that was to begin at 4:30, setting up chairs, pop up tents, egg  hunts and coffee stations was almost finished by 5.  There were people who stayed up all night to keep watch over the stage.  Josh worked tirelessly all week, especially Saturday to make sure the sound and the stage were just right.

Anticipation to celebrate the reason why we gather the other 51 weeks of the year.  Hope in the possibility someone may hear about it for the first time.  Staying alert and in tune with the others to make sure every detail is taken care of. Every wrinkle gets ironed out.

The first Easter Sunday in the still dark of the morning, 3 women will struck with awe and were filled with anticipation at levels much more than I could even begin to imagine.

Anticipation filled their hearts as something prophesied, something spoken began to unfold.  Nothing came to pass in the way it was expected.

Why are you weeping?  Whom are you seeking?

The first person told to “go and tell others” was a woman.   An unlikely choice as a woman’s testimony was often dismissed.  An earthquake that caused a heavy stone to be rolled back.  Those who tried to keep Jesus dead were defeated in every way.  Nothing could stop Him and nothing could stop them.

Two men walking and talking through their grief on the road to Emmaus.  They were met unexpectedly by Jesus Himself igniting their hearts with hope.

“Did not our hearts burn within us while he talked to us on the road, while he opened to us the Scriptures?”

The skeptic who was filled with doubt was met in his place when he thought he could never believe.

“Put your finger here, and see my hands; and put out your hand, and place it in my side.

Do not disbelieve, but believe.”

May He meet you in the unlikely places and open you to the scriptures so your heart burns with hope and anticipation.  It is finished, death is beaten… now go.  Tell others what you have seen!


Random Thoughts on a Day Like This

On my mind on a day like today:

The remaining palm branches used to wave “Hosanna.” Were they left on the ground to dry up only to be used as switches to get in on the beating, the humiliating?

Many people wanted in on the action to put Him to death. Yet here we are, thousands of years later… longing to be in death with Him to really be alive in Him.

Today is Thursday. Maundy Thursday. Passover meals are being prepared and tables are being set for Seder.

All those who came to that table…

ADoubter

A Traitor

A Betrayer

A Fearful Man who couldn’t stand up for what was true

The Disciple Who was Loved

A Skeptic

Which one most closely resembles me?

All of them in one way or another, I think.

The table reminds me of how fully loved and fully welcomed I am. Do this in remembrance of Me.

He prepared the meal, broke the bread and poured out the wine so all would know… it’s not about where we’ve been but where we are going.

With Him.

I wonder about…

The ache of a mother, knowing her own soul would be pierced. Slowly… as the hours began to unravel towards Calvary.

The ache of a mother, comforted by the Love of the Father… balming her pain with grace and salvation.

The despair of a woman who had finally been shown love. Acceptance. Mercy. Peace. Dignity. Her confusion and fear when she discovered the stone was moved.

She was moved yet still unsure of where to find her footing.

Until…

She saw Him in the garden. The flood of emotion that brought her to her knees, clinging on to what she saw, only to be to told to let go… run… go tell the others.

Fear and trepidation mingled with peace and joy.

The unknown, the uncharted the unforgiven had been forgiven.

The pit in the stomach of a guilty man who was told to step off the platform because another would die in his place.

The first person to be keenly aware of death that brings life… before it even happened.

Did he feel guilty? Did he feel shameful? Or did he have a sense of peace that could not be explained?

The steward in the temple who saw the curtain dropping to the ground. Was he the first to step into the Holy of Holies? Did he tip toe in? Or did he run? Was he worried about getting caught or was caution thrown to the wind of freedom?

Redemption.

So much to take in. No matter how many times I read it, hear it, preach it, write it… it feels new.

It is real.

It is true.

It is amazing. Amazing grace.


On Becoming Faithful: Margin

Many of my friends have taken to choosing one word for the year and I’ve loved hearing how there are lessons and gleanings found everywhere. From the Bible, to sermons, to hearing things around the table, in articles, blogs, books and music.  God has creative ways of uncovering these things for us.

The lessons on becoming faithful began early on for me and lest I forget them, I’d better get to recording them.  The first lesson I learned is:

Faithfulness requires a margin.

If I’m going to learn how to be faithful, I need to decide to what it is my faithfulness is not required.  Are there things I am doing that I should not be doing?  Are there responsibilities I have taken on that are not mine for the taking?  Do I have time and space to stop and think, process and pray about what it is I believe I am hearing?

God’s word is living and active. He still speaks today. 

But do I make room to hear?  If He is the One in whom I look to for direction of my steps, do I make room to notice?

Clearly, I have not. Otherwise the lesson would not have come over me like a ton of bricks.  So, I find myself as the first quarter of 2012 comes to near end, contemplating what clutter needs to be cleared in order to create the margin required.

How do you create and make sure there is a margin in your life?


5 Conversations: Pleasing God

This is the fifth and final week of our study, 5 Conversations You Must Have with Your Son.  Here is where we converse about the daily study.  Contribute to the conversation by leaving your thoughts in the comment field.  Answer one question or answer all… feel free.  Make sure you check the box for “Notify me of follow-up comments via email” so the conversation isn’t just one-way and you can also respond to comments.   If you have insight into parenting boys but aren’t necessarily doing the study with us, you are also free to join the conversation!

I can hardly believe how fast these five weeks have gone.  Part of me really wishes the study was longer because many of the insights I’ve gleaned from Vicki Courtney as well as from all of you who have commented and shared your thoughts and wisdom on and off-line have been priceless.  This is definitely a study I will return to from time to time to bolster my courage as these 4 boys grow into men.

Of every value and moral code we hope to instill in our sons, the most important thing is undeniably the hope and prayer we have for them to please God.  Our family sat all together in church this last Sunday and as we were worshiping, I was overwhelmed by the desire that each of my sons would love Jesus and follow Him all the days of their lives.  By the end of the morning, I had peace.  Not that everything would turn out perfectly according to my plans, but according to His plans and I must trust God for the outcome.  Peace for a fleeting moment in the life of a mom is worth something and I will take it!

The message in this fifth and final week that rang loudly in my ears was humility.  Without humility, our boys will not be able to hear from God, put others first and make decisions with a heart submitted and yielded towards God.

Isaiah 66:2:

“All these things my hand has made,
    and so all these things came to be,
declares the Lord.
But this is the one to whom I will look:
    he who is humble and contrite in spirit
    and trembles at my word.”

Humility and a contrite spirit is the only way we can actually become people who tremble at His word.

Teaching our boys humility and pleasing God comes largely from our own example of how we approach God.  Humility requires me to give up control and submit to the truth that God’s ways are better than my own. It calls us to daily put down our own desire and put God first. It’s considering Jesus and giving Him the first fruits of our lives, trusting Him for the abundance.

As the author pointed to I Corinthians 3:4-11, it’s up to us to plant and water and trust God for the outcome of growth.  A good friend of mine reminds me from time to time that you cannot thwart God’s plans for your children.  If we believe what we say when we whisper in their ears, “God has a plan for your life, a plan to prosper you, not to harm you but to give you hope,” then we must trust Him for that plan to come to fruition as they walk out their days here on earth.

I appreciated the author pointing out one of  the characteristics of chivalry early on to include courage.  We moms need courage to show our boys the way of Jesus, pointing out His presence in their lives and teaching them how to recognize His voice. If we believe the Spirit of God dwells in them, we need courage to trust Him to lead them in the everlasting way.

In eleven years short years of mothering boys, I’ve learned courage is something I need to ask for daily.  Courage mingled with humility knowing I’m planting and watering but it’s God who will make them grow.

Raising these little men is not just my story, or their story… it is the story of God.

How do you practice the discipline of yielding to God, giving Him full control of your life?

In the five weeks of the study, where have you learned you need courage the most?

How can we pray for you?


Creating and Nurturing a Culture of Authenticity

The Women’s Ministry in which I serve at King’s Harbor Church has become a refreshing place of authenticity for many women, including myself.  Because of God and how He is stirring among us, we are increasingly leaving off our “church faces” and drive for perfection and becoming more and more okay with who we are, recognizing where we’ve been and trusting God to not leave us stagnant.  As God peels back the layers, it’s crucial for women to partner with Him in creating a culture where we can allow Him to do the deep work in and through us.

In the time I’ve been leading the women at King’s Harbor Church, there have been so many lessons learned from those I serve alongside.  I’m so thankful to be guest posting the thoughts produced from these lessons on Lifeway’s Women Reaching Women Blog today.

Would you stop by and read more about Creating and Nurturing a Culture of Authenticity by clicking here?  Please consider sharing some of your thoughts as well in the comments about what you have learned about authenticity.


5 Conversations: Launching Manhood

This is week 4 of our study, 5 Conversations You Must Have with Your Son.  Here is where we converse about the daily study.  Contribute to the conversation by leaving your thoughts in the comment field.  Answer one question or answer all… feel free.  Make sure you check the box for “Notify me of follow-up comments via email” so the conversation isn’t just one-way and you can also respond to comments.   If you have insight into parenting boys but aren’t necessarily doing the study with us, you are also free to join the conversation!

When I picked up the boys from school on Valentine’s Day, they were anxious to tell me all about the day’s events, particularly who asked who to “be their Valentine.”  In 5th grade, the kids seem more open to the possibilities of romance and begin teasing and sharing who they have crushes on.  Apparently some kids will even bring a special gift for a special someone to demonstrate their heart leaning towards that said someone – for about 5 minutes.

My son shared that he was thinking about asking someone to be his Valentine, but wasn’t sure if he was allowed to.  Here is how I handled the conversation:

“You could ask someone to be your Valentine, if you want.”

“Really?”

“Sure, but you want to be honoring to her and her family, so you’d first have to speak with her dad about it and get permission.  After all, she is his treasure and you don’t want to upset any dad in regards to his treasure.”

“What?!?!”

“For example, if you wanted to ask {Cute 5th Grade Girl} to be your Valentine, you’ll need to call up her dad and see if you could come over and talk with him.  Wear something nice, I’ll drive you over and you can ask him permission to give his daughter a gift and ask her to be your Valentine for the day.”

“I’m not doing that!  I’m too young for that.”

“Okay.  It’s up to you.  Just be prepared that when the day comes that you may want to treat someone special, she’s already special to her Daddy so you’ll need to have these conversations.”

It was pretty fun and thankfully I knew my son would be completely mortified but it was a good opportunity to lay some ground work about how we’re going to do this girl/boy thing differently.

Like newborn infants, long for the pure spiritual milk, that by it you may grow up into salvation if – indeed you have tasted that the Lord is good.” ~ I Peter 2:2-3

I really liked how the author pointed us to this verse because it speaks to the process of maturity and growing up into who God intended them to be.  There was an article in a well-known magazine a few years ago expressing how in our western culture we’ve added adolescence and the teen years into our social life spans.  The article asserted that either you are a child or an adult and in our cultures we have created this in between that has often trapped people and left them in an abyss.

We see the struggle in many twenty somethings and sadly even those in their thirties who have never fully understood what it means to be a man or a woman, in the adult sense of the word.  I speak to many young women who somehow believe that you don’t really become a woman until you’re married.  And in our church, hundreds of men go through “Men’s Fraternity,” a study on manhood that calls men up to take their responsibility as providers, protectors and leaders at work, at home and in their spheres of influence.  Notice I didn’t say, “take their place.”  I don’t care how liberal or independent you are as a woman, somewhere inside of her, every woman wants a strong man by her side.  If you think you don’t, then ask yourself if you’ve ever used the phrase “Man up!” in talking to or about someone you love… but that’s another blog post.

In raising our boys, this week’s study spoke to the necessity of preparing to launch our boys into manhood and the process begins at the beginning of their tender lives.  I came away from this week wondering how well we are doing this with our four boys, particularly in two areas:

1.  Their faith.

2.  Their Work Ethic

Since my husband and I are in ministry, our kids go to church a lot, are surrounded by believers. Because we love Him, frequently talk to and about Jesus in our home.  In thinking of launching manhood, I want to address their faith first because the heart is the wellspring of life.

We serve together when given the opportunity, we give together. The tension I’m wrestling with today is that by no means do we lead our family in regular devotion time.  Nor do we insist they have their own devotion time daily.  Our discipleship of the boys is based on conversation and {we hope} our example of loving Jesus. We turn to the scriptures when we are inquiring of the Lord but I’m really careful not to beat them down with it.  It’s a tension for us being in ministry because we want the boys to love Jesus, His Church and His mission… not become inoculated to it because of their surroundings.

Ultimately, they will need to birth and grow their own faith.

Regarding work ethic, we have a system set up for chores and through their chores they earn money for their allowance.  We have a big family, so we often talk about the necessity for each of us to do our part.  Of course we love the bless our kids when we can, but honestly with the growing appetite for “stuff” we have found early on that we need to have these conversations with them.

So, I was challenged… are we instilling a healthy view of providing?  Are we setting the table for them to come to their Savior?

What do you think of when it comes to launching manhood? 

Are their practices you have established in your family towards these goals? 

Where are you challenged in raising your sons to become men?


Words from the Table

In conversations, in meetings, in sermons, in movies… every once in a while, someone will say something that strikes a chord and leaves me thinking.  Here is a sound bite from the table last week:

“Learn to be in the presence of the Lord and learn to

enjoy the knowledge that God is aware of your heart

and He is doing a work in you.”

Is that not a good definition of rest or what?


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