I do not like to put clothes away. I will wash, dry, fold and then, that's it. Our clean clothes sit in the basket for days, maybe even a week. Or if I am motivated to actually sort the clean clothes, they then stay in piles on our bed, on top of the dresser or on the floor. Hanging up clothes, forget about it! That's why we have a chair in our bedroom, right? They can lay in piles on the chair for weeks. This drives my husband CRAZY! I try to do better each time. I like having my clothes in the drawer and on hangers, I just don't like doing it. If only there was a machine invented...
Wouldn't it be AWESOME to throw dirty clothes in the washer, then the same machine dries them, then folds them, then puts them on hangers. That would be the best. I would pay good money to have my socks sorted, matched and put away! My poor family never has matching socks to wear, literally never!
Why stop at laundry? Why can't the dirty dishes get from the sink to the dishwasher to the cabinet. I mean, really? Why do we even need plates?
Life can make messes. I have three little boys and everyday is messy. Every day there are Lego's all over the floor, super hero costumes hanging on the banister and monster trucks strewn about. We've even had toothpaste hand prints on the wall. Don't even get me started on the baby powder explosion in the play room. (I can't make this stuff up, folks!)
I am going to be honest. I do not always keep myself "clean" in the dirty situations. I yell, I get frustrated, I cry, I wanna pull my hair out. I want to blame other people for my misfortunes. I want to criticize when I am the one that needs to reflect. I don't confront when needed, because I want to keep the peace. I will take the blame to keep someone else happy. The messy grown up stuff in life is hard. No one said that growing up was easy, I just don't want to always act like a grown up. Why can't a 33 year old have a tantrum in the middle of Target because they don't have my size?! Why can't I break the rules and go through the 20 items or less line at Walmart with a buggy full of stuff?!
Why can't someone invent a machine that can take all of OUR dirty? Wouldn't it be great to throw all of our anger, anxiety, temper, depression, fears, worries into a big machine that took it all away? All of the dirty would be washed, dried, folded and put away neatly in our drawers. We would be cleansed of all of the things that hold us down. All of the things that crowd our hearts and minds would be washed clean. We would come out on the other side 'smelling like roses'.
Sometimes the process is not desirable. Feelings get hurt, and hard life changing decisions have to be made. The process is what we learn from. The process is when God can change and grow us. It is often the time when we are at the end of ourselves, so God can pick up the pieces and help us get to the clean other side.
JESUS is our machine! He is the one that will cleanse us and make us white as snow. He is the one that will wash away our sins, press us into His purpose and fold us inside His presence. I love that our God is a God that forgives, grows, and carries us along the way.
Check out this link! Great song!
Jesus Paid it all!
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Love, Loss and Faithfulness
Today is a day of remembrance. A day of mourning. A day of gratitude. Today is a remembrance day for miscarriage and loss of pregnancy. And here is my story...
My husband and I were married for almost three years when we decided to start having children. We already had the obligatory dog, so we thought, why not start trying to have a baby. We were thrilled when the pregnancy test came back positive. We told everybody; family, friends, even my class full of second graders. We were so overjoyed with love for this little baby. We bought baby clothes, toys and a jogging stroller.
Then it happened... I started bleeding. I was 12 weeks pregnant and the heart beat stopped. Even now, 8 years later I am still mourning the loss of that first child. We never thought this could happen to us. At the time, we did not know any one who had experienced the loss of a miscarriage. To say the least, we were devastated. I asked God why he would take such a precious gift away from us. We were good people, went to church, lived our life genuinely, and Christ like. Why would he 'punish' us?
After a few months we decided to try again. Again we were overjoyed with the positive pregnancy test. We prayed, we cried, we laughed. We told our family and only our closest friends. Although, we were very cautious. So much so that I didn't eat lunch meat for fear of bacteria, I gave up coffee, I limited sweets. Whatever the baby books said do, I did. After nine hard months our beautiful baby boy was born. (His delivery is a whole other post). We felt God had reward us. We finally had a little trophy bundled up in blue!
When our little guy was 7 months old, we decided to start trying again. I wanted 4-5 kiddos, and we wanted them close in age.
I had another miscarriage.
We tried again, again another miscarriage.
I had an ectopic pregnancy.
We tried once again, and again another miscarriage.
At this point I was very bitter. I was angry at God. Why did we have to go through this? Lots of my friends were getting pregnant and having babies, why couldn't I? It was so hard for me to attend baby showers. It was hard for me to feel happy for my friends. I made harsh comments to my pregnant friends. That is when God again stepped in. Enough was enough. I needed counseling.
I learned alot about myself through my counseling. I learned a lot about God's character, and His forgiving nature. I consumed scripture, and devoured God's presence. I became content with God's plan for our family. I learned that I was not broken. That is what I thought, that if I couldn't have kids, then my body was broken.
God is always good. I know now, that if I hadn't humbled myself I would not have opened my eyes to adoption. I had to realize that adoption is not a confession of a broken body, but a profession of faith. God showed up in a big way! My husband and I adopted our second son in 2009. God literally hand picked him out for us and placed him perfectly in our family.
While adjusting to a life with a three year old and a new born, we did not think about having any more kids. We were completely happy and content with our family of four. But God wasn't done. When our second was only 3 months old we found out I was pregnant! (God answered our pray of having our kids close together). They are 11 months apart, born in the same year! God always answers our prayers. He always has a plan. It brings me great joy knowing that back in 2005 when we had our first miscarriage that God knew about our precious boys.
Miscarriage and pregnancy loss is heart breaking. I went into a very dark period. Through out the years I have experienced 4 miscarriages and an ectopic pregnancy. Through out the years I have also always experienced God's faithfulness and love. He is good all of the time! I pray that if you are going through this same loss that you seek help. Seek out a friend who has been through it, seek a counseling service. But above all else, SEEK GOD! He has you in His great big hands, holding, loving, and guiding you. Always protecting you and placing you in His big plans. For me, I find peace in knowing that I have 5 babies waiting for me to hold them in heaven! I wanted 4-5 babies, God gave me 8!! His plans are always bigger and better!
My husband and I were married for almost three years when we decided to start having children. We already had the obligatory dog, so we thought, why not start trying to have a baby. We were thrilled when the pregnancy test came back positive. We told everybody; family, friends, even my class full of second graders. We were so overjoyed with love for this little baby. We bought baby clothes, toys and a jogging stroller.
Then it happened... I started bleeding. I was 12 weeks pregnant and the heart beat stopped. Even now, 8 years later I am still mourning the loss of that first child. We never thought this could happen to us. At the time, we did not know any one who had experienced the loss of a miscarriage. To say the least, we were devastated. I asked God why he would take such a precious gift away from us. We were good people, went to church, lived our life genuinely, and Christ like. Why would he 'punish' us?
After a few months we decided to try again. Again we were overjoyed with the positive pregnancy test. We prayed, we cried, we laughed. We told our family and only our closest friends. Although, we were very cautious. So much so that I didn't eat lunch meat for fear of bacteria, I gave up coffee, I limited sweets. Whatever the baby books said do, I did. After nine hard months our beautiful baby boy was born. (His delivery is a whole other post). We felt God had reward us. We finally had a little trophy bundled up in blue!
When our little guy was 7 months old, we decided to start trying again. I wanted 4-5 kiddos, and we wanted them close in age.
I had another miscarriage.
We tried again, again another miscarriage.
I had an ectopic pregnancy.
We tried once again, and again another miscarriage.
At this point I was very bitter. I was angry at God. Why did we have to go through this? Lots of my friends were getting pregnant and having babies, why couldn't I? It was so hard for me to attend baby showers. It was hard for me to feel happy for my friends. I made harsh comments to my pregnant friends. That is when God again stepped in. Enough was enough. I needed counseling.
I learned alot about myself through my counseling. I learned a lot about God's character, and His forgiving nature. I consumed scripture, and devoured God's presence. I became content with God's plan for our family. I learned that I was not broken. That is what I thought, that if I couldn't have kids, then my body was broken.
God is always good. I know now, that if I hadn't humbled myself I would not have opened my eyes to adoption. I had to realize that adoption is not a confession of a broken body, but a profession of faith. God showed up in a big way! My husband and I adopted our second son in 2009. God literally hand picked him out for us and placed him perfectly in our family.
While adjusting to a life with a three year old and a new born, we did not think about having any more kids. We were completely happy and content with our family of four. But God wasn't done. When our second was only 3 months old we found out I was pregnant! (God answered our pray of having our kids close together). They are 11 months apart, born in the same year! God always answers our prayers. He always has a plan. It brings me great joy knowing that back in 2005 when we had our first miscarriage that God knew about our precious boys.
Miscarriage and pregnancy loss is heart breaking. I went into a very dark period. Through out the years I have experienced 4 miscarriages and an ectopic pregnancy. Through out the years I have also always experienced God's faithfulness and love. He is good all of the time! I pray that if you are going through this same loss that you seek help. Seek out a friend who has been through it, seek a counseling service. But above all else, SEEK GOD! He has you in His great big hands, holding, loving, and guiding you. Always protecting you and placing you in His big plans. For me, I find peace in knowing that I have 5 babies waiting for me to hold them in heaven! I wanted 4-5 babies, God gave me 8!! His plans are always bigger and better!
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Spreading PB and Joy: My mini mission trip
Spreading PB and Joy: My mini mission trip: Today I am going on a mission trip. I am packing my bags. I have my suitcase open. I am throwing in movies, nebulizers, Tylenol, and lots...
My mini mission trip
Today I am going on a mission trip. I am packing my bags. I have my suitcase open. I am throwing in movies, nebulizers, Tylenol, and lots of coffee. I am packing pajamas, vitamins, and juice. I am taking toy cars and fruit, maybe even popcorn. Customs is no problem on this trip. Wait... This doesn't sound like a mission trip to you? I am not going to a foreign country. I do not need hiking boots or a sleeping bag. I don't even need my passport. I am however, going to pray without ceasing. I am going to lay hands on others and pray for healing and grace. I will fully rely on God to get me through this trip.
I have been to Peru on a mission trip. The travel time is almost 24 hours. We took a plane, a bus, and a van just to get to the starting point of our trek. We hiked the Andes mountains and handed bibles to the Quechua people. People who have never heard the gospel were able to see Jesus in us. We showed the "Jesus Film" in their native language, and shared our testimonies. It is a hard trip. We hiked 7-10 miles a day. Rocky, steep elevations. Narrow paths. At night we stayed in tents in the villages. In the morning we would have frost on the outside of the tents. It is hard, but totally worth it. The experience of literally walking with Jesus is more than I can put into words. I was overcome with emotions almost everyday. The spiritual strength that God granted me was amazing! Not only did we show Jesus to others, Jesus revealed himself to me in ways I didn't expect. He gave me physical strength to get through the trek. He gave me mental strength to handle seeing the things on our path. Most importantly I allowed God to use me and guide me.
I have gone to Peru twice. Each time I come home, I crave the feeling of Gods presence. I want to feel Him. Truly feel Him. I will admit that in Peru I need him more. Here at home I am overloaded with conveniences and comforts that cloud my heart. I have to seek Him more here in the comforts of my home.
Today is different. Today I vow that this will be my mission trip. After all, isn't this my everyday mission field.
You see, my littles are sick. I haven't had a full nights sleep in four nights. Walker has had night terrors. He is congested, coughing and running a fever. Carter woke up with croup, hacky, barky cough. He was up every half hour last night. When he wasn't up, Walker was. I have a sore throat...
This is my mommy mission field. I am going to fully rely on God. If I don't then I will fall. I am going to let God light my path. If I don't I will fall to darkness. I am going to pray over my sweet babies, and allow God to take care of them. I am going to LET GOD, BE GOD. Today is my mini mission trip. I pray that it doesn't just last today, that everyday is my mini mission trip. I pray that I don't get bogged down by the everyday life, that I can feel the presence of God in my daily life.
I pray that you take that vow today as well. LET GOD, BE GOD in your life today and everyday. See and feel the presence of God!!!
I have been to Peru on a mission trip. The travel time is almost 24 hours. We took a plane, a bus, and a van just to get to the starting point of our trek. We hiked the Andes mountains and handed bibles to the Quechua people. People who have never heard the gospel were able to see Jesus in us. We showed the "Jesus Film" in their native language, and shared our testimonies. It is a hard trip. We hiked 7-10 miles a day. Rocky, steep elevations. Narrow paths. At night we stayed in tents in the villages. In the morning we would have frost on the outside of the tents. It is hard, but totally worth it. The experience of literally walking with Jesus is more than I can put into words. I was overcome with emotions almost everyday. The spiritual strength that God granted me was amazing! Not only did we show Jesus to others, Jesus revealed himself to me in ways I didn't expect. He gave me physical strength to get through the trek. He gave me mental strength to handle seeing the things on our path. Most importantly I allowed God to use me and guide me.
I have gone to Peru twice. Each time I come home, I crave the feeling of Gods presence. I want to feel Him. Truly feel Him. I will admit that in Peru I need him more. Here at home I am overloaded with conveniences and comforts that cloud my heart. I have to seek Him more here in the comforts of my home.
Today is different. Today I vow that this will be my mission trip. After all, isn't this my everyday mission field.
You see, my littles are sick. I haven't had a full nights sleep in four nights. Walker has had night terrors. He is congested, coughing and running a fever. Carter woke up with croup, hacky, barky cough. He was up every half hour last night. When he wasn't up, Walker was. I have a sore throat...
This is my mommy mission field. I am going to fully rely on God. If I don't then I will fall. I am going to let God light my path. If I don't I will fall to darkness. I am going to pray over my sweet babies, and allow God to take care of them. I am going to LET GOD, BE GOD. Today is my mini mission trip. I pray that it doesn't just last today, that everyday is my mini mission trip. I pray that I don't get bogged down by the everyday life, that I can feel the presence of God in my daily life.
I pray that you take that vow today as well. LET GOD, BE GOD in your life today and everyday. See and feel the presence of God!!!
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Are you old and crusty?
Every day we drive through a little town on the way to my older sons school. It is your normal little town; family restaurant, bank, laundromat, barber shop, the usual. But there is one building that has always intrigued me.
This building sits right beside the train tracks. It is a big brick building with a long porch on the front facing the road. It has large wooden doors flanked by windows. One set of doors has a set of "store front" windows, the kind that would have displayed merchandise. The roof is slanting, and you can visibly see where repairs have been made. I look at this old, worn building everyday.
I can picture a dirt road out front. Women standing on the porch crying over a loved one who just boarded the train. Men carrying trunks. Young soldiers with their packs nervously shifting their feet. Children jumping up and down excitedly anticipating the trains whistle. People going into the general store buying the necessities. Women sharing stories, Men shaking hands. People moving in and out of the building. Hustle. Bustle. Commotion. Movement. Life.
These old buildings were painstakingly built. There were no heavy machinery to make the bricks or mortar. It was done by hand. Each and every brick of this building was placed one by one by a skilled laborer. Every inch was carefully planned. The rafters were installed by hand. The floor, the foundation, the walls. Every nook and cranny has a real persons fingerprint on it. A skilled laborer.
Sadly, some of these old relics are now a pile of rubble. Discarded, unnoticed. Unwanted by many. Loved by few. Today these buildings look old, run down, worn, even crusty. They are dilapidated, some look as if they could never find a new purpose.... I see inspiration. I see bricks that can be reused as a fireplace mantle. Boards that can be used as shelves. Windows, and doors used for home decor. I see revitalization. This rubble may not ever be the same building it once was, but it can surely be used to bring joy in other ways. The pieces can be picked up and reused to tell a new story.
We are just like these old buildings. Carefully and wonderfully made by a super skilled laborer. God knows all of our dark places. He knows where you are crumbling. He knows where life has been a little crusty. He was there placing His skilled hands on you, guiding you, loving on you. We are not broken pieces of brick and mortar. We are HIS CREATION! He lovingly created us out of his image. I , you, we, are all made in the likeliness of God. God does not see us as a pile of rubble, discarded and unwanted. He knitted us together, we are made wonderful by HIM! He can use us for His glory! Thankfully we can be picked up and be reused in ways that we never thought possible.
Jesus sees us; beautiful, full of life, with a purpose. A purpose to praise Him and bring Him glory. I pray that you allow Jesus to pick up your pieces. I pray that you allow God to use your crumbly, crusty parts to serve Him fully. Allow Him to repurpose your life into something new!
This building sits right beside the train tracks. It is a big brick building with a long porch on the front facing the road. It has large wooden doors flanked by windows. One set of doors has a set of "store front" windows, the kind that would have displayed merchandise. The roof is slanting, and you can visibly see where repairs have been made. I look at this old, worn building everyday.
I can picture a dirt road out front. Women standing on the porch crying over a loved one who just boarded the train. Men carrying trunks. Young soldiers with their packs nervously shifting their feet. Children jumping up and down excitedly anticipating the trains whistle. People going into the general store buying the necessities. Women sharing stories, Men shaking hands. People moving in and out of the building. Hustle. Bustle. Commotion. Movement. Life.
These old buildings were painstakingly built. There were no heavy machinery to make the bricks or mortar. It was done by hand. Each and every brick of this building was placed one by one by a skilled laborer. Every inch was carefully planned. The rafters were installed by hand. The floor, the foundation, the walls. Every nook and cranny has a real persons fingerprint on it. A skilled laborer.
Sadly, some of these old relics are now a pile of rubble. Discarded, unnoticed. Unwanted by many. Loved by few. Today these buildings look old, run down, worn, even crusty. They are dilapidated, some look as if they could never find a new purpose.... I see inspiration. I see bricks that can be reused as a fireplace mantle. Boards that can be used as shelves. Windows, and doors used for home decor. I see revitalization. This rubble may not ever be the same building it once was, but it can surely be used to bring joy in other ways. The pieces can be picked up and reused to tell a new story.
We are just like these old buildings. Carefully and wonderfully made by a super skilled laborer. God knows all of our dark places. He knows where you are crumbling. He knows where life has been a little crusty. He was there placing His skilled hands on you, guiding you, loving on you. We are not broken pieces of brick and mortar. We are HIS CREATION! He lovingly created us out of his image. I , you, we, are all made in the likeliness of God. God does not see us as a pile of rubble, discarded and unwanted. He knitted us together, we are made wonderful by HIM! He can use us for His glory! Thankfully we can be picked up and be reused in ways that we never thought possible.
Psalm 139:13-15, "For YOU formed my inward parts; YOU knitted me together in my mothers womb. I praise YOU, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are YOUR works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth"
Thursday, September 19, 2013
I've been spit out of the fish
I am nervous. I am excited. I am ready....
I have been waiting, and praying for this moment for almost a year. The moment when I could freely express myself. The moment when my voice would be heard throughout blog world. The moment when God says, "Yep, go ahead". The moment that I would have a blog..... (cue the Rocky music)
I have sat down several times to write this first post, but every time I chicken out. Every time I get cold feet, or find something else to do. But, every time, I am drawn back to this place. It is now time. I have prayed over this blog, I have journaled about this blog, and the Lord knows I have talked about it. So why in the world could I not sit down and write? Why couldn't I do what I wanted most to do?
Fear...Failure... The taunting familiar cries, "They're all gonna laugh at you." It is enough to paralyze someone. Fear of having a voice. Fear of being heard. Fear of having an opinion. Fear of standing up for something or to someone. FEAR....
No more will I have fear of something so silly like a blog. If I say it out loud, it sounds kind of ridicules. "Hi, I'm Katie and I am scared of my blog". Really?
I decided to turn to the one place where I could find an answer to this silly thing called fear. The Bible! There was one person who really caught my eye. One story in particular that I found great comfort in. Jonah.... He was so scared and afraid to go to Nineveh that he ran from God. He tried to go to the furthest place he could possibly go. What happened...He got swallowed by a giant fish! (Luckily I am not traveling by boat any time soon.) That is kind of what I have felt like. As much as I wanted to blog, and write encouragement for others, I was still stuck inside my giant fish. So much so, that I was learning to talk like a whale (Dory, from Nemo. Whose with me? Anybody?) I didn't realize that I had placed so much emphasis on my short comings, and not enough trust in Jesus. Just like Jonah, I began to doubt. I didn't think I could be loud enough to make a difference. I mean, why would anyone read my blog? Cue Satan. I was letting the fear overtake the Joy that I wanted to share. The Joy that Jesus has given me. The Joy that I want to be contagious. Jonah did make a difference in Nineveh. That's the encouragement that I am taking away.
Is blog world my Nineveh? Maybe, maybe not. God knows. For now I have been spit out on the beach, vulnerable and excited waiting for what God has planned next. And from now on I am going to let Him take over! For the sake of Jesus, I am putting it all on the line.
Ready or not blog world, Here I come!
I have been waiting, and praying for this moment for almost a year. The moment when I could freely express myself. The moment when my voice would be heard throughout blog world. The moment when God says, "Yep, go ahead". The moment that I would have a blog..... (cue the Rocky music)
I have sat down several times to write this first post, but every time I chicken out. Every time I get cold feet, or find something else to do. But, every time, I am drawn back to this place. It is now time. I have prayed over this blog, I have journaled about this blog, and the Lord knows I have talked about it. So why in the world could I not sit down and write? Why couldn't I do what I wanted most to do?
Fear...Failure... The taunting familiar cries, "They're all gonna laugh at you." It is enough to paralyze someone. Fear of having a voice. Fear of being heard. Fear of having an opinion. Fear of standing up for something or to someone. FEAR....
No more will I have fear of something so silly like a blog. If I say it out loud, it sounds kind of ridicules. "Hi, I'm Katie and I am scared of my blog". Really?
I decided to turn to the one place where I could find an answer to this silly thing called fear. The Bible! There was one person who really caught my eye. One story in particular that I found great comfort in. Jonah.... He was so scared and afraid to go to Nineveh that he ran from God. He tried to go to the furthest place he could possibly go. What happened...He got swallowed by a giant fish! (Luckily I am not traveling by boat any time soon.) That is kind of what I have felt like. As much as I wanted to blog, and write encouragement for others, I was still stuck inside my giant fish. So much so, that I was learning to talk like a whale (Dory, from Nemo. Whose with me? Anybody?) I didn't realize that I had placed so much emphasis on my short comings, and not enough trust in Jesus. Just like Jonah, I began to doubt. I didn't think I could be loud enough to make a difference. I mean, why would anyone read my blog? Cue Satan. I was letting the fear overtake the Joy that I wanted to share. The Joy that Jesus has given me. The Joy that I want to be contagious. Jonah did make a difference in Nineveh. That's the encouragement that I am taking away.
Is blog world my Nineveh? Maybe, maybe not. God knows. For now I have been spit out on the beach, vulnerable and excited waiting for what God has planned next. And from now on I am going to let Him take over! For the sake of Jesus, I am putting it all on the line.
Ready or not blog world, Here I come!
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Word!
"Dun duun dun Duununut, Stop! Collaborate and Listen!" Many of you are singing along... . (Yeah you know who you are) "Something grabs a hold of me tightly"..."Yo! Word to ya Momma"...I have probably lost some of you right now, quit singing! (Thanks Vanilla Ice)
I was thinking about my walk with God. (Stay with me) It has changed so much over the years. From being distant from God to being a best friend with Jesus. God is someone I long to talk to everyday. However, I will admit it is hard to focus and hear from God all of the time. Sometimes I don't sit still long enough to hear Him, or some days I don't put him first. I hold the Holy Spirit at bay, instead of being willing to be consumed.
Why is it that we can sing a song from the 90's, yet we are not able to quote from a book that has been around for centuries. Mr. Ice may have been on to something. "Word to ya momma"! Shouldn't we tell of God's word to our mommas, our daddy's, our neighbors, strangers, the lady that works at the drive thru? How good does it feel when you start your day in God's Word? Why keep that to ourselves?
God is the Word. "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God" John 1:1-2 The Bible is actually God's Words! (I know, Duh) But have you really thought about it. God wants to talk to us, and He does! All we have to do is read and pray and listen. He has a plan for our lives, better yet He has a plan for our day. I don't know about you, but I find great comfort in that. (Remember my 3 very active boys, I need God...every minute of every day)
As we go into this new year, I want you to think about the words that you know, I mean really know. What do you keep close to your heart? What has rhythm in your life? Vanilla Ice or the Word of God?!
As for me, I plan to cling to God's Word. I want to share His word with everybody I know, with a beat box rhythm that will stay ingrained in their hearts for eternity!
I was thinking about my walk with God. (Stay with me) It has changed so much over the years. From being distant from God to being a best friend with Jesus. God is someone I long to talk to everyday. However, I will admit it is hard to focus and hear from God all of the time. Sometimes I don't sit still long enough to hear Him, or some days I don't put him first. I hold the Holy Spirit at bay, instead of being willing to be consumed.
Why is it that we can sing a song from the 90's, yet we are not able to quote from a book that has been around for centuries. Mr. Ice may have been on to something. "Word to ya momma"! Shouldn't we tell of God's word to our mommas, our daddy's, our neighbors, strangers, the lady that works at the drive thru? How good does it feel when you start your day in God's Word? Why keep that to ourselves?
God is the Word. "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God" John 1:1-2 The Bible is actually God's Words! (I know, Duh) But have you really thought about it. God wants to talk to us, and He does! All we have to do is read and pray and listen. He has a plan for our lives, better yet He has a plan for our day. I don't know about you, but I find great comfort in that. (Remember my 3 very active boys, I need God...every minute of every day)
As we go into this new year, I want you to think about the words that you know, I mean really know. What do you keep close to your heart? What has rhythm in your life? Vanilla Ice or the Word of God?!
As for me, I plan to cling to God's Word. I want to share His word with everybody I know, with a beat box rhythm that will stay ingrained in their hearts for eternity!
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