All in...

Ever feel like God plants you in the field of uncomfortable. Often sending those little reminders that we are not here as Christians and followers to be in our comfort zone. To feel like we are just passing through waiting on eternity. Sometimes he plants us in situations outside of our comfort zone so that we can be a guiding light. An example. A chance to be the difference. To show the difference and to witness while being the change he desires. It might not be immediate. It might not even happen but maybe we are planting seeds when we are in these situations. Seeds that might not grown now, or next year or ten years from now but seeds that will leave an imprint for his timing. Being a living example of his Light at any age. After all...“Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity.”

‭‭1 Timothy‬ ‭4:12‬ ‭NIV‬‬ 

I've written before about what are we here for? What am I here for? What did God plant me on this earth to be or do? Recently I read a book called "All In" by Mark Batterson and this stood out to me: "When did we start believing that God wants to send us to safe places to do easy things? That faithfulness is holding the fort? That playing it safe is safe? That there is any greater privilege than sacrifice? That radical is anything but normal? Jesus didn't die to keep us safe. He died to make us dangerous. Faithfulness is not holding the fort. It's storming the gates of hell. The will of God is not an insurance plan. It's a daring plan. The complete surrender of your life to the cause of Christ isn't radical. It's normal. It's time to quit living as if the purpose of life is to arrive safely at death. It's time to go all in and all out for the all in all." I've read this over and over and over...maybe you will to. Hoping that it sinks in that I am not here to be comfortable. I'm here to win souls for Christ. I'm here to raise my boys to win souls for Christ...at any age. Praying the have that relationship now with Christ that it took me years to find. “Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.” Proverbs‬ ‭22:6‬ ‭NIV‬‬ They won't always be perfect but I believe in this verse as I raise my boys. I believe that living our lives in a Christ centered environment focused on the prize ahead...His kingdom...and leaving His lasting imprint wherever we go through our words and conduct and most of all His love. 

The simple...

Sometimes my prayers seem like echoes. They are repeated and repeated and repeated. Sometimes for what seems like ages. Some answered...some not...some not yet. At times I wonder how long do I keep praying this prayer or how long do I keep interceding for this person or for that. The Bible tells us to pray without ceasing... “Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”

‭‭1 Thessalonians‬ ‭5:16-18‬ ‭NIV‬‬. He answers in his timing and in his way but it's our job to be faithful. Faithful to the process of waiting and listening. Asking and seeking. My prayers don't have to be lavish and fluffy...some days I don't have words. Some days the simple prayer of "Jesus"...and you know what..He is there. Listening, waiting, interceding for me. He knows the words even when they don't come out of my mouth. He knows my heart before I even utter one word. He sees our hurts, fears, trials, temptations. 

In reading Max Lucado's "After Amen" this hit home... "Just as a happy child cannot mis-hug, the sincere cannot mis-pray. Heaven knows, life has enough burdens without the burden of praying correctly. If prayer depends on how I pray, I'm sunk. But if the power of prayer depends on the One who hears the prayer, and if the One who hears the prayer is my Daddy (My Jesus), then I have hope."-Max Lucado

Indeed I have hope in knowing that even when the lavishness and fluff have left me. Even when the words just won't exit my body. When the tears fall but the words are silent...my Jesus knows. He knows. He knows. I have hope! I have a God who sees. A God who knows. A God who understands. A God who loves.  He loves you when all is wrong. He loves you when all is right. He loves you when you can't love yourself or anyone else. All you have to do is call out his name "My Jesus, My Jesus". He knows!

If you read or have read the book you will see these lines at the very end of Chapter 4..."Pieces don't fit. Wine runs out. (John 2). Water bottles burst. These are facts of life. But Jesus responds with this invitation: 'Bring your problems to me.' State them simply. Present them faithfully, and trust him reverently."

Whispers...

I've often deemed myself a failure. I've let Satan in my head more times than I care to count allowing him to rule. Allowing him to whisper those words in my ear..."failure"..."you aren't good at anything"...."unworthy". After letting these words in you begin to believe them. After all...school didn't come easy. I had to work my tail off. I gave up on my college scholarship after two years. Failed business attempts...not that it was entirely my fault that the housing market crashed. But yet, it was failure in my eyes and ears. Business attempts that didn't go as planned or prosper as I had hoped. I did have success...just not what I had hoped and dreamed for. Each time one of these ventures came and went it always brought me back home where I had one...then two...then three...then four little boys to take care of. My God given blessings before my eyes that proved I was no failure. It proved I was worthy. It proved I was capable. The desires of my heart that God GAVE me. Right before my eyes...I was called. I was chosen. God chose ME!  I was momma. Success! I didn't consider myself "successful". After all, what is success? The job? How much money I make? My experiences? My portfolio? "Don't just make a living, make a life!"-Mark Batterson. My sweet husband has spoken words of praise and worthiness over me for years and sometimes I just wouldn't listen. "I'm nothing"....those whispers. Then, God began to work on me a few years ago. He began to open my eyes and ears to see that I am his. I am the daughter of the one true king. I am anointed. I am able. I am worthy. I am loved. I am His. Do you know that I love music... I used to sing. I used to play the piano. I love to write often times afraid to share with anyone because well "it's just not that good". But, as I'm raising these boys...to be men and not JUST men. I'm raising them to be men of God, to be godly husbands and fathers.  The biggest job I could ever have. This is my success! But, if I can't trust and if I can't believe what God has told me and what his word shows me how can I breathe life and belief into them. How can I show them a God who is so loving, so powerful, so giving, so righteous...when I choose to not believe His words about me. We are called. Each of us. In whatever season of life that we are in. Whether we are using our talents athletically, musically, in teaching, in serving, in leadership, in writing, or at home ...wherever we are...my gift from God is to be momma..plain old momma...to be used FOR God. My success does not equal that of others. My success is based on the gifts God has given me. Yours are based on the gifts he has given YOU. Don't let Satan win the battle of whispers. Fight back with words of courage! Our words to ourselves are often the most damaging and also the most powerful. Fight back with empowerment! Live in the moment God has given you and make a difference where you are.

Next...

Today begins a new chapter. A new journey in the life of our gymnast boy. This has been a super hard decision in one sense and the easiest decision in the next. A decision that has been prayed over, after, for and prayed through. We are excited for the future. We are excited to see how God uses Mason. We are excited to see his journey unfold. He has been super faithful and committed to gymnastics. Competing at level 8 and above just requires more. More practice, patience, coaching, time and commitment. It's not extra curricular. It's not a hobby. In a sense it is a dream, a hope, a vision, a goal to him...he works so hard. We get one life to live. We get one chance to follow those dreams. Breathing into my kids something that might have been left out of me at their age. I want them to see that there is a great big world out there they can go after. Being Christ's light wherever it leads them. We want our boys to know that we will help them chase those dreams. We want to leave no regrets behind with the woulda shoulda couldas. We want to say we at least tried. Whether we succeed or not we have given it our best effort. Navigating a new direction takes time and energy for our whole family. It won't be always be easy for us because we are a big family.  But we are here. We will take one day at a time and work through the obstacles we encounter. Praising God for opportunity. May we cherish the gifts we have been given and use them wisely. May we be a blessing to those we encounter along the way.

"Refuse to be average. Let your heart soar as high as it will". -A.W. Tozer