Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Creeping Lies of the Enemy

Ugh. Ok friends I can’t post out of nowhere without mentioning that we haven’t posted much in the last year(s).  I promise you, at any given time I have at least 5 blog posts floating around my head, waiting to get out.  I am just undisciplined.  I promise by summer, I’ll have at least 5 more for you (if we have any readers left).

For the past 6-8 months I’ve been experiencing a comforting renewal and regeneration in my faith life.  After a couple years of beating myself up about not being where I used to be, I finally let go of the times I was stronger and just accepted the now. No easy feat for someone who continuously wants to be better and do better in everything.  But I am not in a competition with myself, and no matter the crisis or tragedy that I previously overcame through Jesus, comparing myself to myself was getting me nowhere.  After a long dry season of feeling like God wasn’t speaking to me and wondering why I was more often a hot mess crying on my bathroom floor than pouring over my Bible and breathing in the truth of Jesus, somehow I let go.  Through deepened and almost constant prayer and stepping back my from my intense focus on my desire for children and subsequent pain of those unmet desires while opening myself up to the pain and needs of others,  I could finally hear God again. 

So as I was basking in my resurgence of faith I was surprised to find myself hit with lies from the enemy.  Lies that sound so true, it’s tempting to believe them. I was very tempted to return to my former place of wallowing- usually on the bathroom floor, because I thought Mark couldn’t hear my sobs and would just assume I was struggling with tummy problems and not pressing my face into a towel attempting to both muffle my sobs and drown out the pain.  Sobbing isn’t wrong, friends, but moving in and making camp in a place of wallowing to the point that Jesus seems like a distant stranger is.  I was beginning to believe that I had left such moments behind.  Until that Sunday.

Monday, November 13, 2017


“Lord, teach us to pray.” – Luke 11:1.

Prayer was an important part of Jesus' life and ministry. Jesus knew, and wants us to know, that prayer is mightier than the sword, and has the ability to slay the enemies of the soul. 

Prayer is brighter than the rays of the sun, revealing the hidden depths of the human spirit. 

Prayer is quicker and stronger than eagles’ wings, bearing us up from the confines of the earth and transporting us to the throne room of God. 

Prayer is a greater power in the transformation of the world than all legislation and military might. 

The center of its power is in the heart which utters it; the radius of its influence is as infinite as the mind of the Living God. It is the cool breath that comes to ease the fevered brow. It is the Holy lever of Archimedes to move the world! 

How is your prayer life my friend?

Also, let us know if we can help or pray for you! 

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Prayer: A Mystery Unfolds

We lead a prayer ministry at our church.  So I feel like I think about prayer fairly often.  But this week the morning show I listen to (The Walley Show) was talking about prayer, specifically about when prayers are unanswered or answered in a way that we weren’t really hoping for or expecting.  They had many examples of how these unanswered prayers lead to bigger things that they just couldn’t see.  Which I agree happens often, but not always.  Recently I’ve also watched a relatively new believer blossom into a beautiful example of Christian boldness emboldened by the Holy Spirit. We also have come to realize that many struggle to attend our prayer gathering because of a fear of praying a loud, or a fear of praying wrong. I’ve watched Christians grapple with this concept of corporate prayer and have been moved and touched by the words that they themselves feel fall short. So I’ve been thinking a lot more about prayer this week.

Prayer is indeed mysterious.  To me, prayer has always seemed simple on so many levels. I grew up Catholic and my youthful prayers were either repetitive rote memorization or easy flowing conversations (many times one sided conversations) with God.  It was a lot of asking, a little thinking, and many times it felt desperate.  As I’ve grown as a Christian, delved deeper into the Word, and walked through spiritual battles, my concept of prayer has definitely evolved. It is far from simple.  But in many ways, it is still very mysterious- and there are many things I don’t understand.

Monday, January 30, 2017

Dear Christian, You can't Win.

Don't argue with fools. 
There is an old gambling saying: “You can’t lose what you don’t put in the middle”. However, what I’m witnessing on social media and news websites is: we have way too many Christians “going all in”! What I mean by that is we are wasting precious time arguing with people whose only motivation is to attack Christianity (and Christians) directly and by proxy. This is clearly evident when you witness non-believers and spiritual reprobates suddenly quoting Bible scriptures and proselyting like a possessed carnival barker. While their positions have the veneer of pure kindness and altruism, there is something inherently rotten at the core: the hatred of God. Yes, I said it because it is true…they hate everything Christianity stands for; they hate you! Now they would never have the guts to come right out and say it, but they do.

Sunday, January 29, 2017


I was reading Psalms 78 today and I was in absolute wonder of what an awesome God we serve! Unregenerate man cannot fully understand the wonder and power of God. Proverbs 1:7 states, “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge…” Psalms 111:10 also states, “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom; prudent are all who live by it. Your praise endures forever.”

Without being born again and without the Holy Spirit, man is incapable of truly understanding the hidden things of God. Our God is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow…for God never changes! This is the same God that split the Red Sea piling up the waters rigid as walls. This is the same God that spread a table in the desert and rained manna and meat upon the people like dust!

We must worship God in spirit and truth. God is able to take worship out of the hands of men and put it in the hands of the Holy Spirit. It is impossible to truly worship God without the impartation of the Holy Spirit. It is the operation of the Spirit of God within us that enables us to worship God acceptably through the Person of the Lord Jesus Christ, who is the physical manifestation of God. So worship originates with God and comes back to us and is reflected from us, as a mirror. This is the only worship that is pleasing to God.

Have you recently studied, and/or experienced anything that brought you into the awe-inspiring presence of God?

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Spiritual Soap

Always remember: "there is no heaven with a little corner of hell in it." It is God's desire that we be pure, holy, and right; HE will not allow us escape for one minute the scrutiny of the Holy Spirit. When we sin, the Holy Spirit convicts us and urges us to repent and become clean again. Now if we cast off this conviction and chose to remain in our own filth, the inevitable process begins to work and we end up in our own spiritual prison. It is during these times when it feels like God is a million miles away! It is during these times we may ask "Does God really love and care about me?"

Seen from God's side, it is a glorious ministry of love. For God is going to bring us out pure, spotless, and undefiled. The Lord loves us so much that HE will tax the limits of the universe in order to help us take the right road...And the moment we realize that the Holy Spirit is convicting us and our current disposition...the sooner our position with God will be drastically improved.

Do you ever wonder why there are times when God does not feel close? Maybe it is time for some spiritual soap?

Are there times when God seems like HE is far away?
What do you do in those times?

Sunday, March 13, 2016


My mother is dying. She’s been dying for 9 years, it’s just more evident recently.  There is a lot written on grief and many times if I see an article about it, I can’t help but click and read it.  If I don’t have the time for the reading or for my own emotions evoked by such reading, I send myself the link so I’ll read it later.  I rarely pass over such articles.  I’m sure this says some about me, but I’ll leave the psycho-analyzing up to my husband. 

One such article from The Guardian particularly drew me because it wasn’t just on grief, but on the pain of losing mothers.  The article resonated, though there were a few aspects I disagree with most likely because I have a different world view than the author (more on that later).   I also grimace a little at an article that makes losing a parent seem like the epitome of grief. I’m not one to compare and compete for burdens, we all are living very different lives, and we can’t ask others to understand a perspective they haven’t lived.  But I have watched a handful of people lose a spouse, and from observing that grief, I am thankful for having not walked it.  

One such line from the article that spoke to my personal perspective is, "We have not “lost” our mothers. We say that to be polite, but in truth, we have become un-mothered, like Marie Antoinette was un-headed or that wilderness hiker who sawed off his arm was un-handed. It feels violent. It feels raw and fundamental, a pain that reaches all the way down to your ligaments and bones. Our mothers were our first firmament, literally, our first homes."