Normal is Only a Setting on the Dryer

For a moment, my life has a slight feel of normal, knowing full-well “normal” is only a setting on my dryer and this moment shall soon pass and crazy will resume.  I’m sitting in an empty restaurant watching time stand still.  

I’ve been missing in action for nearly two months now, and it’s taken almost that long to learn which end is up.  I walked fully into the unknown waters of faith, the place that holds no border.  My greatest desire is to see Him face to face standing in this vast, borderless land.

I now share my time with a job that never ends (restaurant management) and have an income that is less than enough.  Yet, I watch God provide.  I see His hand of providence moving in such a fresh way, and it moves me.  It moves me to crave He who tells the trees to grow and causes the clouds to swirl in the sky.

Romans 1-21

I find myself no longer hidden away in the woods where the world cannot see me.  I am smack dab in the middle of the public, visible.  My every action is watched and noticed.  Do my pores ooze God?

I take the challenge presented to me seriously.  I stepped into a restaurant known for horrible service, and it is mine to change.  The only way I know how to make a change like that is God and God alone (yes, He is my answer for every part of life in case you were wondering).  Jesus was a servant to the least of these; He stooped to wash feet.  Feet!  The one and only son of God, savior of the universe, Jesus, washed yucky, toe jam, dirt covered, hairy, nasty feet.  I have a feeling, in this day and age, he would have cleaned toilets too.

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The only way I know how to make a lasting change is to introduce a servant’s heart, the heart of Christ.  While the cursor blinks away emptily on my blog, my actions are speaking louder than my words for once.  Don’t think I’ve left you.

Within surrender, a new way of life takes shape.  Seeking Christ in the stillness has new meaning when stillness seldom comes.  God is good, and I praise Him for He knows every detail of my life.  

In the quiet, I hear “release the brokenhearted.”  This phrase runs laps around my brain on a daily basis, and I confess not to understand.  Maybe subsequent posts will reveal the depths of this message.  I am only that little teapot short and stout, “Fill me up, Lord, and pour me out!”

“Just be you,” God says to me.  “I made you–trust that.  Just be you and I will work in you and through you.”  So, I surrender completely remembering that surrender is a daily thing.  One day at a time, I lift my voice through the crazy and offer Him praise because of the valley of Romans 1:21 and my time spent there is fresh on my mind.  The dark corridors of the inner recesses of my mind are only one “forget” away, and I won’t go back.  Life outside the cave is more than I imagined.  

I pray it is not another two months until I am back here again.  In the meanwhile, Praise Him!  Lavish Him with gratitude and adoration not only for the good He has done but because you breathe.  His name is greatly to be praised!




Just as He Said

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Today is Palm Sunday.  Hopefully, you get to experience the pageantry of the children’s department parading around the church waving palm branches and singing their Easter best while proud parents and grandparents beam from their front row seats.  [Small aside:  No one ever wants to sit in those seats when it’s just the regular worship team; however, when it is children’s choir Sunday those things go faster than seats on the 50-yard line at the university in my backyard.]

Before the pageantry begins, before the hustle and bustle – it’s quiet at my house.  All the creatures are still asleep, both two-legged and four-legged.  Even my guest dog is snoring. In the quiet, I thought I would read ahead, the familiar words we will read as a congregation today. Luke 19.28ff – you may know it by heart or you may have never read it.  If you want, take a moment and read it.  It’s okay, we’ll wait on you.

Jesus has been on this steady march towards Jerusalem for some time.  Mark records it as, “He set His face towards Jerusalem.”  It’s all about to heat up and throw down.  [If this is your first Easter, I will not spoil the ending.  Promise me that you will hang around for the whole story.  It will get good, bad, and heart-breakingly horrible before it becomes gloriously amazing.  It will change your life – don’t give up on the story!]

Luke 19-32

As I read the familiar words, two phrases jump off the page: “The Lord needs it.” and “They found it, just as He told them.”  In my over-active imagination, I can see the Lord laying out His instructions to the disciples, while they stand there with befuddled expressions.  “So, we are just going to borrow someone’s future livelihood because You said?”  Yep.  I see them shrugging and doing as He directed, maybe mumbling to themselves as they trek off.  And then I see them astounded.  Because they found it, just as Jesus has told them it would be.  What He said, was.  What He needed, was.

How many times do I shrug and mumble when the Lord gives me a directive?  How many times do I ignore the preparations He is making on my behalf?  How many times do I become timid in asking those around me to participate in what God Himself is planning?

Where I might see inconveniencing someone and hindering their future in a random way, the Lord sees the very vehicle that He is going to use to fulfill prophecy.  Where I might see an impossible string of coincidences that just won’t work, the Lord stands outside of my timeline and knows what I can’t even begin to imagine.  Where I see myself being rejected for my outlandish requests, the Lord knows what the answer is going to be.

Jesus came in the fullness of time.  Jesus set His face towards Jerusalem when the time was right.  In the grand scheme of bringing the fullness and Jerusalem together to change the world’s eternity, God paid attention to a little jenny that nobody remembered and gave her a foal.  Because the Lord would need it and the disciples needed to find it just like He said it would be.

Oh, my friends, what in the world am I thinking when I don’t think the Lord has a plan for my life?  When I don’t think that He can do what His word says He can do?  When I wonder if He is really, truly strong and mighty to save?  When I read His words, His very directive to me, then shrug and trek off – full of doubts that those words apply to me or my life situation. Why in the world do I wonder and doubt?  Because right there, written down for the entire world to read:  “Go … because the Lord needs it.”

And they found it just as He had told them they would.

To the Mother Struggling with Failure

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I walked away in the middle of life, left a husband and three kids, and never returned.

You and I both could use a lot of words to describe myself and they would fit accordingly. Mothers do not run away. For fifteen years, I have kept this secret. By those who found out, I have been mocked, judged, cursed, and left to drown in my shameful sin.

Asked to define my life in one word, I would say, “failure.” That one little word, heavy with weight, set the standard for my life and permeated every fiber of my being. I allowed failure to pull me down and drown me under the waters of anxiety, depression, and fear.

Then God said “enough!”

Maybe you’re not like me. Perhaps you live at the corner of Betty Crocker and June Cleaver; your crown of faultlessness untarnished. There is a possibility you are the mom whose children set the bar of impeccability and “failure” never crosses your lips. I admire and applaud you, but that is not me.

Hearing the stories that adult children tell of how their parents ruined their lives and harmed them spiritually, emotionally, and mentally in one way or another, and ladies trying to recover from the scars of a “failure mom.” I hear the horror stories and see the statistical devastation. I know the aftermath failure moms leave upon society and all I can say is, “I am that mother.”

Maybe you are like me. Perhaps you struggle with failing your children in one way or another. Perchance you’ve not been the mom God called you to be. It possible that you’ve harmed them and left them out to dry.

If you struggle, if you answer to “failure” please hear me. God is still in control; hope is not lost.

It’s Not All Your Fault

I am the mother of an alcoholic, drug-addicted daughter. I know she lives in North Carolina and she is a waitress (Thank you, social media.) and that is all I know. Yes, part of this is my fault, and I accept the natural consequences that abandonment causes. However, I did not make her pick up the bottle or force her to do drugs.

Even as I write, I struggle with accepting the entirety of this blame. “It’s all my fault,” haunts me and “shame” keeps me in the realms of guilt. Had I continued to raise my daughter in the way I began to raise her, she might be a different young lady. I made choices. She made choices. None of them good.

To the mom who is defined by failure, accept responsibility for your actions and yours alone.  The evils of this world will try to convince you that it is ALL your fault. The sins of the whole world are not yours to bear. Take your faults and hand them over to Christ, lest His death is in vain. He did not die for nothing; He died for your failure.

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Christ Traded HIS Freedom So That You Can Be Free From Your Burdens

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Freedom has set you free

To give the ultimate gift of freedom, Love laid down His life for the sake of another. This unselfish act of sacrifice allows freedom to reign so that others do not have to live in bondage.

What is it in my human nature that causes me to forget the “freedom from bondage” part on a daily basis?

In my human nature, I quickly forget that I am free. Guilt tells me I deserve the pain in which I live and shame reminds me of my story. They are the ball and chain I drag relentlessly. Guilt and shame are key ingredients for a recipe of disaster. Together, the two of them convince me that I deserve every ounce of my suffering. Nine times out of ten, I give in and believe them. I pick up my chains and follow, because it’s easier that way.

However, the cross is not easy. Maybe it is the blood, the guts, the gore of an actual human suffering unto death, but I don’t think the cry of Christ to His Father “Why have you forsaken me?” portrayed easy. The Savior of the world could have removed Himself from the suffering situation in which He found Himself. He could have used the excuse, “It’s just easier this way.”

It is for the freedom found in living free that Christ died. He gave me a choice to accept or deny.

“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by the yoke of slavery.”

Galatians 5:1

Freedom from my past

My past is an ugly place…

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What Ya Thinking?

Forever and a day I ponder what happened.  The “how in the world?” circulates my thought pattern on a consistent basis.  

How could she love the Lord her God with all her heart and with all her soul and with all her mind and with all her strength and still walk away?  Simple answer, because she didn’t.

You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you. Isaiah 26:3

The power of the obedient mind

The inner recesses of my mind wages war for eternity; it is the battle of obedience.  I can say I love the Lord with all my heart, but if my mind still chooses to disobey, I simply do not love Him with all my heart, and you can call me a liar.

Harsh, I know, but true.

The Power of an Obedient Mind

I can write all day long about how much I love God, how much I die to serve Him, but when jealousy consumes me because someone’s blog is way cooler than mine, I fall flat on my face.

When I play the comparison game, “Oh my word, I want to be just like her.  Look how beautiful and amazing she is.  I’m nowhere near that good, no wonder I’m a failure,”  I fail.

When I allow my mouth to run freely in anger…Oh, please do not even get me started on that one.  My freely running mouth does not always glorify the Lord.  Little words slip out that are not edifying, pleasing, or lovely in His sight.  Would I talk that way if Christ was standing in my presence?  Oh, but He is.

Thoughts pop up in my head on a moment by moment basis, and that is a natural part of life.  Do I dismiss them?  Or do I allow them to linger just a moment longer?  They tempt me to fall back into fear and defeat.  They want me to live locked in anxiety.

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Even the wind and the waves obey Him, why can’t I?

I can’t obey Him while flesh, my human nature, governs my life.  Left to my own devices, I will be out of line in a flash!  Only a life lived in the Spirit can fully obey.  The choice is mine.

A person may think their own ways are right, but the Lord weighs the heart.  Proverbs 21:2

He calls me (maybe you as well, perhaps not) to a life of complete obedience to Him.

Obedience begins and ends in the mind.

My mind controls every little part of my human anatomy.  My hand cannot act freely on its own, nor will my mouth speak without my mind telling it what to say.

He doesn’t ask for much from me.  He begs me to put some actions to “set apart” not just the words “called to be set apart.”

The mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace.  The mind governed by the flesh is hostile to God; it does not submit to God’s law, nor can it do so.  Those who are in the realm of the flesh cannot please God.  Romans 8:6-7

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Into action

I can choose what my mind thinks about and what my mind does; He gave me control of me to do with as I see fit.  He gave me free will.  I have free will to change the radio station.  I have the ability to walk away from an ugly conversation.  God made me exactly the way He made me.  If He wanted me to be that lady over there, He would have made me Her.  He put within me my blog and not that one over there.

Whatever happens, conduct yourselves in a manner worthy of the gospel of Christ.  Then whether I come and see  your or only hear about you in my absence, I will know that you stand firm in the one Spirit, striving together as one for the faith of the gospel.  Philippians 1:27

So fast forward fifteen years, and I now know where I went wrong, desperately wrong.

What about you?  Do you love the Lord your God with all your mind?  Or do you just say you do?  It’s a question only you can answer.

I failed miserably.  I lived sheerly by words alone.  I was a poser, and it did some damage.

Don’t be me, love the Lord your God with all your mind and your heart, your soul, your strength!  (Mark 12:30, Matthew 22:37; Luke 10:27;) Take captive every thought and bend it to the will of Christ! (2 Corinthians 10:5)

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In the Valley

“Why do you worship?  What’s the point?” someone recently asked me.  

Before my fall from grace, I could not answer that question.  I loved singing the songs, lifting my hands in the air, and proclaiming that Jesus was Lord.  His presence was real around me and brought the fuzziest of warm feelings.  As well, I adored how worship drew me into Him.  Dancing before Him with no abandon was acceptable, and I loved to participate.  Worship was magical, to say the least.  However, one key element was missing–my “why?”  I was merely going through the motions of worship void of reason.

In between everlasting and everlasting is a chasm I call life.

In the beginning was God.  Similarly, in the end, will be God.  The in-between space?  That’s my life, my valley, where I landed when I fell from grace.  It is the trail through to the other side that I must travel on my journey from here (now) to there (everlasting).  I’ve set up camp, but not made my home; I’m only passing by.

Before my fall, I never imagined life becoming hard.  I look back now and think how comfortable life truly was.  Never, in a million years, did I imagine life taking a left turn straight into painful.  Nor, did I believe I would live life in the valley just waiting.

“Just waiting?  Waiting for what?” you ask me.  Waiting on God to move.  I’m waiting on patience, deliverance, and healing.  I’m waiting on the unseen to materialize, the Heavens to open so a heart will change, and time to fly so I may see the other side post haste–this list of waiting is endless for certain, I could ramble for several paragraphs.  I’ll spare you, but tell me, for what are you waiting?

The waiting or the exit

Previously, I made my own way.  If life grew slow and I was forced to hold on, I took matters into my hands and kept moving.  I wasted no time by staying still.  Consequently, I walked into the depths of my valley willingly.  I assure you the weight of the world did not dump itself uninvited into my camp.  Trying to weasel my way out of one complicated situation, I failed to stay the course and took the path marked “life is easy when you do it your way.”  However, this valley, I will not leave without a fight.  That which does not kill me refines my imperfections.   I will call upon the Lord for He alone is worthy to be praised!

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Every valley has a way out (yours included); exit stage left into the world of blessingless easy.  It’s there for the taking just like it was for my Savior in His darkest hour.  He had the power to remove Himself from the cross.  Shamefully, I admit that my exit is staged;  every detail in place should I decide to quit (again) and not wait upon the Lord.  He hung tight to that cross and gave the gift of salvation to humanity.  I sit still to wait on Him, and I will see Him face to face.

The Lord does not dwell in “chart your own course.”

In the valley, I cry out

When the valley is hard

In my valley, in my darkest times, I cry out, “who will rescue me from this body of death?”

The Lord answered me and said, “I am He!”

In the terror of the night deep in my valley, I cry out, “who will deliver me from this hell?”

The Lord answered me and said, “I am He!”

Sinking into the quicksand of the valley floor, valley I cry out, “who will set my feet upon the rock?”

The Lord answered me and said, “I AM HE!

The winter winds blow through the valley briskly, never ceasing.  The uncomfortable air chills even the warmest of summer’s day.  However, it is here God has said “stay” and so I wait.

There is a blessing at the end of waiting.

There is a blessing at the end of obedience.

There is a blessing worth all the hell at the end of the valley.

If the blessing is in the valley, the heart of the valley is where I wait.  I will not miss out again.  I will wait.

Refined by waiting

There’s something pure about being stripped clean in the midst of waiting.  The longer I hold on, the purer I become.  Refined by waiting?  Maybe.  Refined by worshiping Him from the valley of hell on earth?  Yes!

And that is the key, my golden ticket to survival and my why.  I’ve seen the alternative.  I’ve known a life apart from God.  I’ve been to hell, and the Lord God Almighty loved me enough to rescue sheep number ninety-nine time and time again.  So, I worship in the wait.  I worship in the valley.  I worship by the campfire in the dark of night because I don’t wait alone.  His rod and His staff comfort me.  The tools of His trade, to keep me from harm, are by my side at His ready should my life be threatened or should I dare to stray.

I worship from the realization that the Creator and Lord of absolutely everything saved me from eternal damnation.  I have a reason to sit and wait and worship Him.

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With my eyes focused on upon He, for whom I wait, and my mindset upon everlasting, I lift my voice in praise.  His promise is Truth, and His timing is perfect.

“And the things of earth grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace.”  Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus by Helen H. Lemmel

The wait will drive you insane if you let it and time can kill the greatest faith.  Silence is the voice of the enemy, the only way to win is praise.  The Lord inhabits the praise of His people, and He alone is victory.

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Do you realize?

I think we all go through valleys; I don’t think I’m alone in this.  I believe we all wait on the Lord to move.  It’s not the wait that matters; it’s what you do while you wait.  Do you grumble and complain while you sit and wallow like little piggies in the muck of the wait?  Do you search for the quickest way to action?  Do you lift your praise just going through the motions because it is the right thing to do?  Or do you stand and praise Him, empty hands held high expecting Him to fill you to overflowing in the land of the dry?  Do you praise Him because on the other side is hell and He fights to keep you out?  Do you worship because you are sheep number ninety-nine?

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The longer you wait to praise, the easier it is to quit.  The more you lift your voice in praise, the easier it is to wait.  Choose your path wisely; eternity depends upon it.

The joy of the Lord floods my soul and I cry out to Him for He is good!  He is worthy to be praised, especially in the wait.


Open the eyes of our hearts, Lord, so we may see that from which you saved us.  Cause the revelation of the magnitude of life apart from you to birth within us authentic worship for you have rescued us.  We owe you our worship and give it willingly according to what you have done!  All glory and honor and praise to the one who said: “I AM HE!”


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To Follow or not To Follow

There are days when life overwhelms me.

This journey I am on is not a trip to a far off place.  It’s the journey of being here and staying here, on this path that chose me.  Many days, I fight the desires of the flesh and stay the course when part of my life is not at all what I wish (honesty).  I’m here and cannot change that.

“But, it’s your life,” those who know me well say.

“No,” I reply emphatically to you, “it is not my life.”

I have given my life’s journey over to the one who made the sun, the moon, and the stars.  For better or worse, I vowed I would praise Him until I see Him face to face.  I intend to do just that.  He saved me.  I owe my rescuer my life, my heart, and my sincere gratitude for each breath I draw.  For each new sunrise, I offer Him thanks.

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In John chapter 6, The crowd gathered, and Jesus is talking about eating His flesh and drinking His blood.  Jesus said, “Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day.”  (verse fifty-four).  As twenty-first century Christians, we understand what he was saying, this is not cannibalism.  The Jews in verse fifty-two, however, had a literal take on this.  “How can this man give us his flesh to eat?”  They just did not comprehend.  Consequently, we are told, “From this point, many of his disciples turned back and no longer followed him.”  (verse sixty-six)

Jesus asked the twelve, “You do not want to leave too, do you?”  (verse sixty-seven through sixty-nine)  It was Peter who gave the most profound answer.  “Lord, to whom shall we go?  You have the words of eternal life.  We believe you and know that you are the Holy One of God.”

“Come, follow me,” Jesus said, “and I will send you out to fish for people.”  Matthew 4:19

Jesus asked the twelve just as He asks us today.

Where else would I go?

There are days I am tempted to click the “unfollow” button.  Some days I would rather choose to grumble, wallow in my mud pit, and sulk in self-pity because this is not the life I wanted.  Left to my desires, I would take the easy road.

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Frankly, desiring to be like Christ and sticking with it until the end is a tough choice.  Somedays, I want to “unfollow” Jesus.  Just for a bit, though, until the bumpy road levels out and I can see sunny days.  Then I will “follow” again.

Peter put it plainly, “Where else would we go, Lord?”

Where would I go?  Back to the previous path I traveled?  Granted it was fun and I had life at my fingertips, but to gain the world and lose my soul?  Is that worth it?

I don’t want to go back.

Jesus called the disciples, just like He calls me, to leave my old way of thinking, pick up my nets, and follow Him.  He calls me to let go of my easy life expectations and trust (in faith) that His plan for my life is good.

The “unfollow” button is just a click away.  I can give up and give in; take the easy road.

Jesus could have easily given up and given in.  He could have removed himself from the cross when the going was beyond tough.

He didn’t.

He saw His death, burial, and resurrection all the way through to the end.  Jesus knew that His father’s plan was perfect, challenging, but perfect.

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Father, take my foolish pride and my expectations.  Grab my fear, my worry, my doubt.  Take my life and breathe on this heart that is now yours.  I want to follow you with every part of my world.  All my heart’s desires, I lay at your feet.  I trust the one who gave sight to the blind, made the broken whole, and walked out of a tomb.  To whom do I go, Lord?  You are the only Holy One of God.This Journey's yours

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A Little Good News

Every great once in awhile, I succumb to the peer pressures of blogging.  Today is one such day.  

I confess; I do not watch television, listen to secular radio, nor read the newspaper.  I truly live in a vacuum and enjoy every moment.  However, today is the day I break with tradition to bring you some stories of hope and encouragement from the world wide web!

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Going above and beyond the call to serve, I found these encouraging stories.

A little math help! — When you need help with your math what do you do?  Reach out to your local police department via FaceBook of course!  The kicker, they took the time to help!

Teaching Children — Taking the time out to teach Children in this day and age requires time and patience, especially when it comes to teaching them chess!  Hooray for my home state of Missouri!

A little gift goes a long way — God still moves through the heart of others!

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Animals are so near to my heart.  Our pets depend on us and when we let them down it’s tragic!  Here’s to those who step up!

He gets a second chance — Found near dead, this dog gets to ride in style!

One for the cats — There are those in this world who think we would be better off without cats, these folks disagree.

Personal delivery for the wildlife — The drought affects everyone, especially the animals.

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When the Going Gets Tough

My colorful world morphed to dull when I failed to worship God.  I gave my approval to this earth and all creatures here below; I neglected to notice the fade.

Forgetting the fade

My hopes, my identity, and my future tightly wrapped in the hands of humanity staged the basis of my worth.  The creed of my life stated, “It’s just easier this way.”  Life was easier when I slipped away from myself and went with the flow of life; the fight calmed, and the chaos ceased.  With that, I surrendered my strength to fight.  Subtly, I gave my worship away to things that did not care about my soul.

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Worship is Power

When I worship what the Creator created instead of the Creator, I abandon the power needed to fight the weight of the world.

Without His power, the spiraling cycle of destruction in my life is never-ending.  The current of the undertow is mighty; on my own, I am unable to fight.  As quickly as my head is above water, the hands of the undertow grab my feet and whisk me away.  The struggle to stay afloat is real.  Yes, it is easier to go with the flow, to be sucked under, and drown under the weight of water.  It is also detrimental to my health.

If I were able to turn my life into words on a page, I would tell of what happens when you know God, but forget to praise and worship Him as God.  The story of separation has a desolate feel and fighting my way out of the current is the biggest struggle of my life.  Outside forces fight against my daily battle to identify with Christ.  The undertaking of belief in who God’s word says I am and not what this world says I am, is mighty.  The loud voice within me who chants the word “failure” is supremely convincing, consistently pointing out my flaws and my areas of lack.  While the still small voice whispers, “you are who I say you are, I am the one who made you.”  If I do not worship, I will not hear that still small voice, and the noise of this world wins.

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My only means of escape is through praise and worship.  When this world is too much with me, which happens more often than I will admit, the only way to keep my head above the rising tide is to raise my hands and cry “Yahweh!” –He who was and is to come is the one who lives in me!

When the going gets tough, the tough fight through worship

Worship invites the Holy Spirit to draw near.  When I lift my voice, when I give my words back to the one who gave them to me, He is glorified.  When I give my gift of life back to the Giver of all gifts, the miraculous happens.  The miraculous pulls me from the swirling thoughts of destruction and places my feet on solid ground.

“He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.”  Psalm 40:2 NIV

Psalm 26-12

Ignite your Faith

Worship ignites my faith and makes miracles possible.  When I praise Him, I set my mind on Him and Him alone.  Yahweh’s presence is the place I find peace; it is the place I find clarity, it is in this place I remember whose I am.  When I remember whose I am, I find my strength to fight.

“You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.” 1 John 4:4 NIV

Psalm 139-14

My prayer

Spirit of Jesus living within me, you never falter nor forsake.  Holy is your name, worthy to be praised.  My Yahweh–evoked by the mysterious and awesome splendor of the manifestation of the holy.  You are my “I Am” because you are.  You have no beginning and no end.  You are “I Am.”  You are my ultimate reality.  Outside of you, there is no reality.  Reality exists because you make it so.  You are all that is eternal; no space, no time, no universe; only you, my Yahweh.  You depend on nothing because you are everything.  No other being makes you who you are.  Everything that is not you utterly depends on you.  Without you, I am entirely nonexistent.  You are the same yesterday, today, and forever.  You are completely unchanged because you are “I Am.”  You are the standard of Truth for you are Truth.  You indeed are the only one worthy of my praise.


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How My Monday Became Sunday

Oh the eternal glow of Sunday, until Monday comes and slaps me square in the face.  Chaos ensues before I can grab my coffee and say, “Thank you, Jesus, for a new day.”  My head split in two from an incredible headache, Dog mistook my feet for grass, and the skies are stormy.  Can’t I just rewind to the peace of Sunday where the day is sunshine and roses, everyone speaks sweetly, and the tops of my feet are not urine soaked?

How on earth do I swim in Sunday’s peace every other day of the week?

It’s here I remember that I am still on this planet trapped in a fallen world trying to live with a Heavenly mindset.  There is a wee bit of chaos in trying to go against the grain but go against the grain I must.  My happily-ever-after of eternity is riding on me consistently swimming up the stream until the day I die.

“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.  Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is–His good, pleasing and perfect will.”  Romans 12:2

Am I alone in this?  Church is all powerful, and the Holy Spirit breaks open the heavenlies on Sunday.  Fast forward twenty-four hours, and hell has waged an all out war in my home.  Monday I fall flat on my face.  The coop doors were left open Tuesday and gentleness, kindness, humility, and self-control flew far far away.  Patience bailed stealing joy and love on the way out the door Wednesday.  On Thursday, I’m left holding the bag of “what just happened here?  Where did my Sunday go?”

Turning Monday into Sunday

First and foremost, this is not my home!  I don’t belong here.

Romans 12-2The scene plays out via the movie projector in my mind.  The shipwrecks, the plane crashes, and I’m stuck on a foreign planet.  Dying to get back home, I set up camp for survival, but it is temporary.  While stranded on the desert island of an alien world, I fight to keep my identity.  I definitely must not change who I am to become like the natives even though their ways are easy.  I am still me and refuse to conform by fighting their soothing ways on a daily basis.  It is critical to my survival that I keep my “home” mindset.  If I adapt to this alien planet, I’ll lose my chance ever to return home; forever doomed.

I am called to be set apart. Click To Tweet

I must keep my mindset of Heaven while living in my makeshift camp on earth to make everyday Sunday special.

Secondly, swimming upstream is imperative.

He found me while I was still a sinner, He saved me from hell, literally, and gave me a fresh start when I truly wasn’t worth the finding.

I call that grace.

It’s the remembrance of that grace that stirs the desire to be a follower of He who saved me, every day of the week.  Grace calls me to adopt His mindset, adapt to His ways, and just be like Jesus.

Out of gratitude for my soul’s salvation, I want to be like Sunday, not Monday. Click To Tweet

I hear my Father’s reminder, “Just obey already!  Do not conform to the evil desires you had before salvation (you remember them don’t you?)  You’ve been raised with Me kiddo, set your heart on things above where I am, seated at the right hand of God.  Set your mind on things above, not on earthly things.  Remember?  You died, and your life is now hidden in Me.  Run away from the evil desires of youth and chase after righteousness, faith, love, and peace, along with those who call on Me out of a pure heart.  Don’t love this world.  Don’t love anything in this world.  Just be like Me!”  (1 Peter 1:14, Colossians 3:1-3, 2 Timothy 2:22, 1 John 2:15, and Ephesians 5:1 in my words)

And that is how my Monday became Sunday.

I must guard my heart, set my mind on things above, and try to be like Jesus even when1 Peter 1-14 the dog pees on my feet.

The stuff of life will happen, guaranteed.  Where your mind is focused determines if the sunshine and roses of Sunday take over your week or if you get the urine soaked headaches of Monday.

Set your mind on things above this week just to see what happens!

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.  Against such things there is no law.  Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.  Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.”  Galatians 5:22-25

May I swim against the grain all my days.  Until I breathe my last breath, let me fight to be set apart.  Keep my passion for different in this day and age alive as you draw me deeper and deeper into the center of you.  Be at the center of my mind with every reaction to every event within my day.  May the fruits of your Spirit be my desire.

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