Friday, September 11, 2015

Rest

"Be at rest once more, O my soul, for The LORD has been good to you." 
- Psalm 116:7

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Today is the 14th anniversary of the 9/11 attack on our country. If I turn on the news right now, the still horrific images will be plastered across my screen, victims and heroes are being interviewed, and everyone is remembering... 

It's easy to remember the fear we all felt that day. It's easy to remember the terror, the devastation, the death, and the evil that took place that day. Our minds hold onto those feelings, and as a nation, we'll never forget. 

But as Christians, we have to understand that pain and destruction are not the end. We do not live in fear of what has happened, or what may come, because we know that God is still in control, and through every event that comes, He is still good. 

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Our scripture today tells us to be at rest once more, for The LORD has been good to us. But what does that mean? How do we live a life of rest, when our world is in such turmoil? Quieting our minds and hearts can be hard, but it's something we have to learn to do in order to live in God's rest. 

God does not desire for us to be slaves to worry and fear, He does not want us to live our lives encumbered by the "what if's" of this world, afraid of what's around the corner. Instead, God desires for us to rest in Him. 

He has left with us His Holy Spirit, Whom now dwells within us, and is present with us to give us comfort and peace, and all we need to do is ask Him for it. God desires to pour out His love and healing presence over you, He desires that we give Him our worries and our doubts, in order that we might clear our minds and hearts and feel true peace which only He can give. 

We find our rest, when we talk to The LORD. We find our peace when we let His words comfort us. We find strength and courage for a new day when we reflect on what He's already done, and remind ourselves that He has always been faithful in the past, and He has promised to remain faithful in our future. 

When we trust God to take care of us, and to answer our prayers, that's when true rest comes. When we give up control, give over our worries, and rely on The God of Heaven, Who is working everything out for our good. 



As we remember 9/11, let us take time to also remember that The LORD has been good to us, He has taken care of us, and we are safe in Him. 

Rest, dear friend, take a breath. 

Allow God's soft voice to whisper to your heart today, and let Him wash away all of your fears. Our God is in control, and we have nothing left to fear. 

Just rest. 

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Monday, September 7, 2015

A New School Year

Bookbags are packed, paperwork is signed, new shoes are waiting by the front door, and clothes have been tried on, discarded, tried on again, and finally picked and set out. Tomorrow is the first day of school, and we are all a little nervous. 

I am watching my 8th and 6th graders prepare for a new year, and in my heart I'm preparing too. I'm nervous because I can't be there to walk the school hallways with them, I can't hold their hands and lead them to the right desk in class, the right chair at lunch, or the right friendship and relationship. The beginning of a new year marks new opportunities, and they can either choose good options, or they can choose bad, and I so badly want them to choose good. 

I know Lauren will choose cheese pizza over the deli sandwich every day. I know Abby will choose chicken burgers over pizza, and I know she'll collect quarters at home for the vending machine. I know Lauren will giggle and tease to make friends; and I know Abby will be more reserved, waiting to be approached. I know they'll try on eye shadow and lip gloss on the bus, and wash it off before they come home. I know they'll be tempted to repeat bad words in order to fit in, I know they'll be tempted in a lot of things...

But beyond that, what worry aches my heart the most tonight, is, have I taught them enough, and shown them enough, that they'll be able to make the right choices on their own? When it comes to the tough stuff, will they make good decisions, will they stand for what is right? 

I want our girls to be the ones who offer friendship to the kid left out. I want them to be the ones who offer love when someone is sad. I want our girls to be sources of happiness and joy. And I want them to be rocks for their classmates whose worlds are so uneasy. I know our girls won't be perfect, but I want them to be kind and gentle, strong and confident, controlled and purposeful, determined to do their best, and work hard. 

Of course, I know there will be bumps in the road. I know there will be days when they run through the  front door crying because they were made fun of. I know there will drama, and failed tests, and bad haircuts. It's all just part of being a teenager, after all. 

I was in their shoes once, so I know all of these things all too well. I know how hard middle school can be, which is why I pray for them so fervently. I want them to come to love school the way I did, I want them to have a good experience, and I want them to grow up into beautiful ladies who reflect their creator God in whichever path they decide to take. 

I take a deep breath, and ask God for peace. I've done everything I know to do in order to prepare them for this. I haven't been a perfect parent, but I've done my best. The rest is up to God. I know He is going with them into the school, walking beside them all day long, holding their hands when they're scared, and protecting them. He will watch over them and help them wade through this new year. 

I can rest tonight knowing that tomorrow marks a new beginning, and my girls are ready. 

I can't wait to see what they do. 

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Thursday, September 3, 2015

To Every Thing There is a Season

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak…" Ecclesiastes 3:1-7 
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This blog has been silent for a year, but I've decided it's time I started writing again…

I had been silent on purpose, because I realized through my last posts that my heart was in mourning. I had grown bitter due to circumstances outside of my control, and I didn't want my anger and grief spoiling my writing, not only hurting myself, but also my audience. 

Sometimes it's better to be quiet. 

Sometimes it's better to let God do the healing in private, than through a very public blog such as this. 

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So this last year, I've been healing. I've been letting God soften my heart again, and I've been reconnecting. 

Andrew resigned his position as Senior Pastor, and we left our old church, and made ourselves at home in a new church family, serving as the Youth Director (& wife). We've poured into relationships there, let love welcome us, let laughter heal us, and let children spark our love for ministry again.

We had been so hurt, and so broken, but God restored us. He is always faithful! 

We have let this year wash over us, cleansing us, and energizing us for what's ahead. And what's ahead? Only God knows at this point. But with certainty I can say that we'll be ready. 

I know that because I know Who God is. 

I know that in every circumstance He is good. I know that in every season of life, He is present. I know that He is in the business of redemption, forgiveness, and healing. I know that He hears me when I pray, and I know that He answers my prayers. I know He is active, moving, and alive. I know He has a plan for us, and I know that He is fervently working it out for our benefit. I know that He cares for us, and will give us the wisdom we need when we need it. I know that even though pain may come again, He will give us strength for each new day. I know my God is in control, and He won't let us fall. And when I know that, deep into my heart, there's nothing left to fear, and no more room for doubt. 

I may not know what lies ahead, but I know Who my God is, and that makes it OK. 

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So here's to new seasons. Here's to letting God move, and having the faith to step forward. Here's to courage in those dark days when we wait for His leading, and here's to love, which covers it all. 

He makes everything beautiful in it's time, and every time- beautiful. 

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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

We Aren't Called to be Robots

There have been times in my life, growing up in a Pastor's home, when I felt the outside pressures of people's opinion. We were told what was expected of us: A perfect pastor, a perfect pastor's wife, and perfect pastor's children. Perfect pastor's make everyone happy, they don't get emotional, they don't get upset, they don't cry. Perfect pastor's wives always smile, serve in every children's program, attend every meeting, and are meek and quiet. Perfect pastor's children dress properly, don't fidget in the pew, and get good grades in school. They are a perfect little family, perfect little robots that the congregation controls.

Unfortunately, this is a world-wide problem, not isolated just to my little town growing up. This is a church problem, an attitude problem, that, sad to say, many congregations still believe. But I want to say something, and I want to stand up and say in the defense of my family, and myself, that God did not call us to be robots.

God does not require us to be perfect little people, He requires us to be obedient, and for each of us, that looks different. We are all created in His image, for His unique purposes and plans. And because of that, we are all different, called to be different parts of The Body, and called to do different things. We all have different personalities, different backgrounds, different strengths, and different struggles. We each have different visions, and different dreams, and we look different than those who have come before us. We are all different, but we are all still people. We are not robots.

And we answer to God, not to man. We are called to be obedient to our God in Heaven, and to His Word, and to His plan. We are not called to fit into perfect molds, or to be perfect people, and we are not called to be robots, controlled by a congregation.

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Living in ministry, submitting your life to the service of others and the furthering of the gospel can be a very lonely, discouraging place. Most of the time, you are alone in your vision, alone in the fight, and alone in the spiritual battle. There may be a few people in the congregation who say they support you, but often, pews are left empty, jobs are left undone, and once more, the pressure falls to the pastor and his family to do it all. Some congregations rely on their pastor's to do all the work, content to show up on Sunday morning and get their fix, but neglect the church the rest of the week. This leaves the pastor on his own most days, seeing to the communities needs, and very rarely receiving any support or encouragement from his church family. Those days are hard, and take their toll not only on the pastor, but also on the pastor's family. Pastor's are people, they are not robots.

In any other "job" a person could go to their supervisor when they're being attacked verbally. That sort of thing is, after all, abuse. But pastor's don't have that freedom. Pastor's take verbal abuse all the time, and are told to grow thicker skin and not take things personally. In any other job, a person would get vacation time, a salary for the hours they put in, and benefits. But not for a pastor. Most pastor's get criticized for taking a vacation once a year, work full time jobs for part time pay, and receive no benefits and no retirement package. There is no overtime, there is no 401K, and there are no raises. On the contrary, usually the pastor's salary is the first to get cut at budget meetings. And it's true that the pastorate is a calling and ministry, but it's also a job, it also pays the bills and keeps a roof over the pastor's family, and despite what others may think, pastor's families still have expenses like everyone else. We are, in fact, real people. We are not robots.

And though we've answered our calling, and have entered into ministry and all that is expected of us, we are still people. We get hurt. We get sick. We have burdens, and we have joys. We have other responsibilities, we have other jobs, we have children and families, and friends that do not attend our church. We have lives. We are people. We are not robots.

So the next time you see your pastor tired, or discouraged, or even sad, keep these things in mind. Remember that he is just a person, and that he's doing the very best he can. Offer to pray with him, take him out for coffee, show up and ask him how you can help. The next time you see your pastor's wife stressed, running after her children, or trying to walk the fine line of expectations, offer her a smile, and more importantly, support her husband. She is, after all, his first, and he is her first priority, and when he hurts, she hurts.

Ministry is amazing, it is a privilege, it can hold the most joyous and exciting times. But it's also a huge responsibility, and burden to carry. It is unique, and it is individual. Just as individual as every man that enters into it.

We are called to be God's people, we are not called to be robots.

I say this in defense of every pastor, and every pastor's family, because I know we are not unique. I have been submersed in the inner workings of the church since I was a young child, and I know what I'm talking about. I've known a lot of pastors, a lot of missionaries, and I've seen the crushing effects that ministry can have. I've seen burnt out, I've seen broken, I've seen heartache. I know it first hand, and more than anything, I would like for it to stop.

God gives us strength to keep going. He gives us glimpses of spiritual breakthrough, He supplies our needs out of no where. He takes care of us, and encourages us to keep fighting. Our God is good, and that is why we do what we do. We love The LORD, and we long to serve Him with our lives, and we do the best we can. But God knows our hearts, He knows we are just people, and I'm so thankful He never called us to be robots.





Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Our Fortress


"If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, 
The God we serve is able to save us from it, 
and He will rescue us from your hand, O king."

- Daniel 3:17

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I've long understood that following the political and world news would bring nothing but frustration and heartache, but being involved in our culture is a necessity, and burying our heads in the sand is just not a smart option. 

There's a lot going on in the Middle East right now, a lot going on in our world. A lot of war, murder, torture, hunger, disease, slavery, trafficking, turning from God, destruction and sadness. There are rumors of terrorists reaching American soil, attacks on our nation, and threats of more killings. There is a lot of pain, and no one in the media is able to offer any hope. 

It's easy to get discouraged, it's easy to be afraid. What if we do have another attack like 9/11? What if ISIS does reach America? What if we are killed for our faith in Jesus? What if our world is shaken and torn apart? How will we protect our children? These are questions that can keep us up at night, questions we struggle to answer and come to peace with. And just this morning, after reading the news, my own heart was heavy: "What if, God?"... "Will You allow this here?" 

And the answer my heart keeps hearing is: "Yes", heartache will reach my door. None of us can escape pain or fear, but as Christians, we are different from the lost world, because we know Who is in control, and we know that God Himself is our Hope and security, even in the most terrible times. 

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This verse in Daniel comes from the story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, when they refused to bow down to the golden idol that King Nebuchadnezzar had ordered them to worship. The three men knew that the penalty would be death, but bowing down was not an option for them. I'm sure there were moments they were afraid, I'm sure they questioned God, they were after all, just people like you and I. 

These three men were not super heroes, they didn't have any special powers, and they certainly couldn't stop the king from putting them to death. But they did have one important difference, they had their faith in God Almighty. And when it came time for them to enter the blazing furnace, they declared: "If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, The God we serve is able to save us from it, and He will rescue us from your hand, O king!" Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego were just normal men, but their faith in God was sound, and they knew that God would save them, no matter what the king chose to do to them. 

And God did save them. He surrounded them with His angels, and He didn't allow even their clothes to be scorched. God delivered them for sure, and preserved them because of their faith. 

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Brothers and sisters, the reason I felt it was important for me to share this story today, is because we are promised to face pain and hardship in this world. We know that the world is fallen, and we are in uncertain times, but our hope is not in this world, or the powers that be, our hope is in God, and our hope is secure. 

The God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego is the same God who watches over us today, and if He could save those 3 men thousands of years ago, our Good God Who DOES NOT CHANGE, is able to save us too. And no matter what the media says, and no matter what wars storm our walls, The Almighty God is our fortress, and He is our protector. 

We need to take comfort in that today. We need to shut out the voices of the world, and rest in the peace that God is in control, and that He will take care of us, whatever may come. 






Friday, August 29, 2014

Battle

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, 
but against principalities, against powers, 
against the rulers of the darkness of this world, 
against spiritual wickedness in high places." 
- Ephesians 6:12

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Thursday morning I woke with such a heaviness in my spirit, sadness in my bones, and I felt it deep down into the very core of me. I struggled to get out of bed, and right away I recognized that this was not a cloud of sickness or simple fatigue, but a fight with Satan, who was working hard to keep me down. 

There have only been a few times in my life when I have so obviously felt the cold oppression of the devil. There have been times when I've encounter someone, heard something, or seen something, but never before had I felt such an attack on my heart and physical self. But that's what it was, and I knew it, and even more so, I knew I needed to fight it. 

Brothers and sisters, our wars are not against flesh and blood, but against the ruler of darkness, and we must be diligent to see it, identify it, and fight. 

Fight with everything we have. 

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Andrew has had a really hard week in ministry, and because I see the pain, struggle and hurt up close and first hand, I've had a hard week too. 

Ministry is not for the faint of heart. 

Wednesday night, we had a particularly hard encounter, and after a restless night for both of us, Satan knew I was weak, knew I was vulnerable, and knew I'd be easy prey for his schemes. It makes me mad to no end knowing that Satan is out there, fighting against me, against my God, against all that is good and holy. It makes me mad that we toil so hard, and all the while, satan is working against us, making each step forward harder and harder to take. But stepping forward is not an option, and no matter the opposition we face, we know that God is with us, and we know He requires our dedication no matter how hard it gets. 

That's why identifying our troubles as spiritual warfare is so important: it gives us courage to keep going! 

When we see and understand that our troubles are really spiritual warfare, we come face to face with why we were created: to bring glory and honor God, and we will desire to keep toiling, knowing that we are working for Him and for His glory. 

Satan cannot beat us down, he doesn't have that much power, and do you know why, dear Christian?

BECAUSE OUR GOOD GOD HAS ALREADY WON THE BATTLE! 

OUR GOD HAS ALREADY WON THE VICTORY!

And no fallen angel is going to take that victory away from us. He's not that strong. 

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So I fought. 

I got up, I told Andrew what was going on, and we prayed. 

I called my cousin, talked with her, and asked her to pray too. 

I covered myself with scripture, surrounded myself with edifying people, and prayed some more. 

Some days all we can do in this battle is utter one more prayer, but that is enough, it will always be enough. 

Monday, June 2, 2014

Finding my Worth

There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free man, 
there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus. 
And if you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham's descendants, 
heirs according to promise.
 - Galatians 3:28-29

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My female heart has been struggling lately to remember where my worth comes from. Since getting pregnant, I have struggled with my changing body, and how I fit so far outside of what society tells me I need to be. 

I felt extreme pressure through my pregnancy to not gain too much weight, as if I needed to apologize for going up a pant size while Katelyn was growing within me. I remember feeling ashamed as someone I knew said: "You want to be careful, dear, you're not a small girl!", as if I shouldn't have children because of my size.  

When I learned I was pregnant, I told myself I wouldn't gain over 25lbs, and I would lose them quickly after. But when all was said and done, I'd gained 28lbs the week I delivered Katelyn,  and now 6 months into her precious little life, I still have not been able to shed 12 of those pesky pounds. 

Shame, embarrassment, and fear have crept into my heart these last months, and at times I've even felt unlovable in my new body, scarred from a c-section, and worried that Andrew and the girls would be embarrassed by me too. 

And though I have been exercising and eating healthy options, my weight loss journey has become a trial, and has been wearing me down little by little instead of encouraging me to keep going. And the answer to why this has happened is simple: I lost sight of who I am, and Who my worth comes from. 

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The Bible tells us that when we are in Christ, we become heirs with Christ, children of the Most High God. We are told that God adopts us as His own children, and loves us and cares for us, and that we will reign with Him forever.    

Do you realize what this means? I am a daughter of The King! The King of Kings, The Creator of the universe! God has called me His own, He has put His stamp on me, He has said I am enough. Just the way I am. 

And no, I may not look like Mom's I see at the store, I may never fit into a perfect size 6, but God has said I'm enough, no matter what size I am. God has given me worth, and no man on earth could ever take that away. 

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I'm sharing this deeply personal struggle with you all because I think there may be times in all of our lives when we struggle to find our true identity in Christ. There are times we feel worthless at our job, under appreciated at home, struggling to keep up with society, and placing false worth on things that are really fleeting and unimportant. 

In the end, all we will have are our souls, and I know that because of Christ and His sacrifice for me, my soul will reign forever with God, and it won't matter what my pant size was. When I am sitting at the throne of God, worshipping Him, and fulfilling the purpose of why I was truly created, it won't matter what status I held on earth. 

My worth lies in a greater place, my worth comes from my Savior, and I'm trying to keep my focus on that.