Hello Fire, I'm Rock!

Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. Psalm 61:2

If you have children, this post is dedicated to you. To those of us that are unsure of the futures that await our babies, we have no control. But we do not need to worry, God has it all taken care of and He knows what tomorrow will bring. Still as moms, we naturally question what the future holds for our little ones. Who will they become? Will they be successful? What kind of life does God have in store for them? How will I adjust to the changes that are inevitable when they grow up and begin a life of their own? 

These questions can keep a mom up at night, bring tears at the most ridiculous times, and manifest themselves in frustration and anger. Yes, I am not always the best at filtering my words when I am worried that something isn’t right. Having boys has been an eye opening experience as I have had to endure a few moments of sadness as they begin pulling away from me...slowly, but nonetheless too soon. 

Hunter was always the “chosen” one and being the first born gave him the entitlement that all “grand” children receive. Hunter was a ball of energy the moment he entered this world. God molded and shaped him into the strong-willed but very loving and gentle child that I would hold in my arms for hours, unwilling to face the reality that “this too shall pass.” How could I have known that it would be so hard let go? After all, he was going to marry me when he grew up and move across the street from us. He used to get so angry if Steve would try and show me affection, because I was his mommy and he was unwilling to share. The love he had for me was just what I needed and I could think of nothing else but the joy he brought to my life. 

As a little one, he never took naps, rarely followed my simple directions, and always questioned everything. It seems I was always aggravated with him even if it was just for being inquisitive and smart. Boys will be boys and he was certainly all boy from head to toe. Little ones are not supposed to be so grown up, but he was. At three, it was like talking to a ten year old. I felt a sense of security just being in his presence. He was a mighty force in a small body. No matter what mischievous behavior he would get himself into (like using the last roll of toilet paper to become a mummy), his funny sense of humor and sweet voice always won in the end. If he wanted something, he knew just how to melt my heart (now I call it manipulation) so that I would give in. We spent hours watching The Wizard of Oz, Little Rascals and Barney (over and over). We allowed him to be the little “grown-up” that he wanted to be. Yet, I am struggling to let him be the grown-up I know he needs to be. The struggle is mine because I am not ready for this. He pulls away and I push him away with my constant questioning and meddling in his private life. Clearly I am not winning this tug of war. My good intentions are creating a distance between us that I guess happens with all teenagers and their moms. I am a work in progress trying to embrace such difficult changes. It isn’t easy.

 I try to playback the memories of now and then...to capture a small glimpse of the baby I carried for nine months and with whom I held close to my heart. Now all I get is an aggravated response, argument, or rolling eyes and if I am lucky I may hear, “I love you” when he wants something. Oh yes, these are the days. Oh how I wish I could pull out Pandora's box so I could relive those precious moments again and again. When they are small, the little frustrations have to do with the messes they make or the temper tantrum they perform in Target, or the struggle to get them to wear the clothes we want them to wear. Raising children was never meant for the weak or for those who do not follow God’s instruction. We are reminded in Proverbs to “Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.” 

This morning as the boys were getting ready for school, the human in me became frustrated with the little things that really do not matter. Still it rubbed my impatient and “I’m your mom” mentality to the point where I became the mom Hunter does not enjoy. Paul reminds us in 1 Corinthians to “Be imitators of me, as I am of Christ. Now I commend you because you remember me in everything and maintain the traditions even as I delivered them to you. But I want you to understand that the head of every man is Christ, the head of a wife is her husband, and the head of Christ is God.”  

When things line up with God’s will, then you can be assured that everything is going to be okay. So when I didn’t listen to Steve’s good advice on how to handle Hunter this morning, I was trying to place myself in a position that was never meant for me to be in. I wonder how much different I would have handled things and felt if I had taken his advice. 

Our conversation went something like this...

“Hunter, who is calling you this early in the morning?”

“Just a friend mom, don’t worry about it.”

“I am worried about it because I am trying to figure out why you are on the phone when you should be getting ready for school. And just how are you planning to get to school this morning anyway?” 

“Mom, I got it taken care of. Nothing is going on. Stop, please.”

“Don’t tell me to stop, I am your mom and I have a right to ask you questions when I think something is not right. I want to make sure you have a way to school.”

And with a rolling of the eyes and a harsh “goodbye” Hunter is out the door. I’m upset because I feel disrespected. He is upset because I am constantly bothering him and he wants his space so he can be allowed to grow up. I’m trying to slow down this process and he is trying to speed it up. In his mind, he’s probably thinking what I was at 17, “I can’t wait to be out of this house so I can make my own decisions and not have my mom questioning my every move!” This is the dreaded “payback” that we all face when we have children of our own. 

And then I feel like crying but try to hold it back. Then my sadness turns into anger. I’m frustrated, confused, and just plain tired of dealing with teenage drama.

I know I am ready to fall apart. So I stop to reflect on how I handled things, shed some unwanted tears that turns into buckets. Then, my healer shows up. I feel God’s presence. His quick advice gives me wisdom and healing. In a voice that is able to calm the strongest storm, God says, “Hello fire, I’m rock!”  

The floodgates open and I cry. I cry because I immediately understand. I cry because I am sad. I cry but I know that God is my rock and my salvation. It is He that gives me a solid foundation to stand on in the midst of struggle. He is my refuge and my strength. He can raise me up...high above the circumstances I face. He can calm storms of unimaginable magnitudes and at the same put out the fires that I seem to start a lot lately especially with Hunter...if I will ask Him for help.

God is my rock because He is the foundation of everything. He is unmovable and unbreakable. Satan attacks me where he thinks he can win. Where else but my children? Yet I know how this all is going to end...my faith and dependence on God will defeat Satan. When I am struggling and storms are raging in my life...God will be where I seek shelter and immediate protection from my enemies (aka Satan). Whatever schemes that Satan throws my way, I may start the fire; but God will put it out if I will seek Him and at the same time remember, I too was 17 and what a difficult time it can be when you are trying to get a grip on this crazy world and gain a little independence. 

So another day in the life of a mom who is struggling to find peace in the midst of a storm that will be raging for some time (aka kids growing up), I know God is in control and I need to work on not starting fires that can create unnecessary worries. 

So next time, I am faced with a difficult “teenage boy” situation that I am sure will happen before this day ends...I pray that I can remember the introduction that God and I shared this morning. I already knew Him as my Lord and Savior; but sometimes we all need to be reminded of who “we” are so we can reflect on our actions that may be driving wedges between those we love. I do not want to be the “fire” raging in my son’s life but rather a loving mom who accepts Hunter just as he is without trying to change him. I am sure it will not be the last time that God has to remind me that He is who He says He is...my ROCK!

Lord, Prepare ME!

May your father and mother be glad; may she who gave you birth rejoice! Proverbs 23:25

My son, give me your heart and let your eyes keep my ways. Proverbs 23:26

 

I rarely have the chance to be home in the mornings when my boys are getting ready for school. Teaching in a different county means having a different schedule. I'm out the door as I wake the boys up to get ready. Let me just say for the record that I am not all that excited to stick around while a 17 and 12 year old get ready for school. They are grumpy and have very few kind words to say. TEENAGE BOYS!

 

One thing I miss dearly about my boys being little is in the morning. Steve and I would argue (jokingly) over who would get to wake them up. Nothing is more precious than seeing a baby sleeping. I used to sit and watch them sleep and listen to the sounds of their breathing. Those days are gone; but the memories are endless. They are just so precious when they are in the comfort of their beds, safe and secure. 

Lucky for me (although I didn't always feel so lucky), Steve was never home in the mornings when it was time to get the boys up. He would leave before 5am and I was left to get myself and two rambunctious boys ready for school. While it seemed like hard work, I look back and cherish those small moments. I used to sing as I would go into their rooms, "Good morning, good morning today is a happy day today!" I would smile as big as I could (even when I wasn't feel well) as I saw their eyes blink open. I always wanted to send them off to school happy, even if I was not happy with the little moments of irritation along the way. Boys can be a lot of fun; but they can also try your patience and they constantly keep you on your toes.

This morning as I enjoy my fall break (despite a small cold), I decide to get up and witness their morning routine that I so long to be a part of, again. I crawl up in my recliner and a blanket and attempt to be a fly on the wall. Amazingly enough, these "grown" babies can get ready for school without my help. As disheartning as it is for me to see them growing up, it is a moment of thankfulness that they can do for themselves. Hunter, reluctantly took care of the animals, ate breakfast and managed to have a short conversation with his girlfriend. Peyton, although his shower took well over 25 minutes was able to dress, eat a bowl of cereal and brush his teeth.

There was even a few minutes that we were able to sit and talk together...a rare occasion indeed. This morning as Peyton and I were talking about random things, he brought up a "non-negotiable" topic. For the past 5 or so years, he has had the opportunity to go to church camp with a close friend and her family. Many of the children that attend, I have taught or they go to the school where I teach. He says these have been the best days of his life and each time he comes home, his faith is even stronger. I believe that God has some mighty work in store for him. Peyton has a gift. He has a close relationship with God. He is not ashamed to share his faith with others and I have heard him speak to Hunter on occasion with wisdom that kids his age do not have. He knows scripture and he understands it. He enjoys reading his bible, praying and talking about what he has read. Sometimes we will sit down and read together and the next thing you know we have spent two hours just talking about what we read. He has taught me so much about faith and looking to God for direction. More moments that I will cherish as he grows older. I pray so often that God will use Peyton's ability to somehow touch the lives of the kids he goes to school with that may not know how amazing God is.

So back to camp. This past summer was the last time he would be able to attend camp with my friend and her family. Knowing this family and trusting them 100% has allowed me to willingly let him go in the past. Now he wants to attend the church camp in Kentucky with the same kids; but without my friend and her family. A few weeks back the subject came up and I was quick to fire back, "NO...this is non-negotiable!" He was very upset but he didn't push the subject further...until this morning. As we talked, he began to share with me that he wanted to be a part of the "Fellowship of Christian Athletes" club next year. I was certainly happy to hear that from him. He continued to tell me that he had an interest in missions and outreach but not the ones that are near home, the ones that might carry him out of the close comfort of his parents. A little uneasy about the idea, I allowed him to continue. Then he dropped the bomb again. "Mom, I really wish you would consider letting me go to that christian camp in Kentucky this summer. I really feel led to go and I know a lot of the kids going. I just think if you would talk to Mr. Lester and Mrs. Charlene, they will ease your mind about it."

I really didn't know what to say as my first instinct is to say NO, NO, NO but instead, I assured him that I would pray about it and we would consider the possibility. He was nothing short of thrilled. Then as Peyton's bus pulled up, he quickly grabs his bookbag and rushes to the door. I look at him funny as if to telepathically let him know "I need you! I need a hug." He must know me too well because he took a slight irritated huff and came back to hug and kiss me bye. Peyton is such a loving and affectionate kid but at 12, he is starting to pull away. He is enjoying his friends and the things that teenagers enjoy instead of being right with me and Steve all the time.

I have often prayed about Peyton and his future as I have sensed God working in his life over the years. “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). For several years, we have been an avid supporter of The Voice of the Martyrs non-profit organization. So years ago, a seed was planted in Peyton to pray for those imprisoned for their faith in Jesus Christ. "Remember them that are in bonds, as bound with them; and them which suffer adversity, as being yourselves also in the body" (Hebrews 13:3). If you haven't read the book, Tortured for Christ by Richard Wurmbrand, the founder of Voice of the Martyrs, then I encourage you to go to  www.persecution.com  and request your free copy. It will change your life immediately. In fact, you will probably think I am crazy for even allowing Peyton to let his mind focus on a possible future in missionary work. Above Peyton's bed is the picture below which is one of the posters that VOM sells and prints on the maps of persecuted nations that they send out periodically in their free magazine. There is also a website/magazine called, Kids of Courage that shows how christians in persecuted nations have stood firm in spite of unbelivable circumstances. I am proud of Peyton for being willing to even consider following such a path.

 I am a bit scared about the possibilities that he may want to get involved in things that take him away from me. Yet something has been tugging at my heart to let him choose his path. Whether that means a life in missionary efforts or something deeper, God has a plan and whether I like it or not, "Thy will" is non-negotiable. God called Jeremiah to ministry at an early age. Yet Jeremiah claimed he was only a youth and was afraid. God told him, "Do not say, `I am only a youth'; You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you. Do not be not afraid of them, for I am with you and will deliver you." It seems that Peyton is sure of what he wants to do for now, I am the one that is afraid.

I do not like the stories I read (even though they are amazing) about the dangers involved in missionary work, the kind he is speaking about; but I can find comfort in God's word. In Mark, Jesus tells the disciples to go into ALL the world and preach the good news to ALL creation. All I can do is pray I will have the strength to nurture whatever desires Peyton has and that it will be pleasing to God. The call to serve God is a calling to a position of special honor and as we spoke this morning about the people in our family that God has called to serve him, we realized the only honorary member of the family left in ministry is my brother, Bill who has also been very much involved with world missionary work. Yes, I have an aunt, uncle, Nanny and mom who are deeply devoted to God and lead in music ministry and other areas within the church; but that is not an area that seems to be speaking to Peyton. He wants to know more about missionary work outside of his home and his church. The good Lord only knows what the future holds for Peyton, but whatever it is, I am confident that Peyton will be a world changer through the power of God. “A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9

Im not all that sure how I will handle some of the things Peyton brought to my attention this morning; but I have been ignorning what I now KNOW was God's quiet voice telling me to encourage his desires even if they do not fit in with what I may think he should do. I guess the good Lord knows how this will end and until he reveals it to Peyton, I will keep praying and try my best to guide him in the right direction. Seeing him grow up is a difficult time; but I will happily embrace every tear as I consider myself blessed to have had the opportunity to see him grow up in front of my eyes loving God. A rare gift that so many deserving mom's will not experience.

So I end with the first verse of a powerful song written from Isaiah 6:8. Our preacher's wife sings at church and she sings it beautifully. I have often dismissed the powerful emotion and cold chills that overcome my body as I hear her sing this song. I wonder if it has been just one more nudge for Peyton to hear a calling on his life or for me to relinquish my tight hold on him. Only time will tell. He is certainly not meant for just an ordinary life.  “Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.” Isaiah 6:8  

Here I Am, Lord
 I, the Lord of sea and sky,
I have heard my people cry.
All who dwell in darkness now
My hand will save.

I who make the stars of night,
I will make their darkness bright.
Who will bear my light to them?
Whom shall I send?

 Here I am, Lord. It is I Lord.
I have heard you calling in the night.
I will go, Lord, where you lead me.

He is All I Need

I can only imagine the scene of angels surrounding my Nanny, mom and Aunt Elaine as they sang my Papa to heaven. It must have been so beautiful because my Papa willingly released his hold on his earthly family for his eternal Father in heaven. Had he not faithfully served God every day of his life including the difficult ones, he may not have been so certain of where he would go when he took his last breath. Those of us who knew him, were well aware of what was waiting for him. Papa knew God was all he ever needed and that is the legacy my Papa left behind.

The painstaking reality of losing a loved one is almost too much to bare if you do not know that God is All any of us need in this life.

Our family knew it would happen, yet you are never quite ready to face the reality of someone you love being gone. It was the dreaded news we received a few weeks ago when Papa was told that the doctors could not heal him. This brave and godly man once said, 'I'm a winner either way!' when given the devastating news that he had cancer. That was a little over two years ago. This time, as my Papa bravely faced the inevitable, he fought as hard as he could to stay with us. His work on earth was done on, Wednesday, October 3, 2012 at 11:45 am. There must have been one heck of a celebration in heaven as we mourned our loss on earth.

I am so thankful for having been given the opportunity to spend time with Papa in his last days, because death can sneak up so fast that many people do not have a chance to say goodbye. I am thankful that he suffered little pain considering what he had been through.

Today as I look back on blessed memories of an amazing grandfather, I am reminded of scripture that brings me comfort. Comfort that I will need in the days and weeks ahead when the shock wears off and I feel the pain of what has just happened.


1. God is close to the broken hearted and crushed in spirit.
 
2. God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.

3. To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.

4. There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens;
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,  
a time to search and a time to give up, 
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
 
Thank you Lord, for my family and friends. The blessings are endless even in spite of the sadness that we face. I will miss Papa's smile and hearing him call me 'CC' as he did my entire life. Most of all I will miss seeing him beside my Nanny who he married 66 years ago. Yet, I understand that there is a time for everything. This week was the time for my Papa to go home. His work on earth was done and my heart smiles just imagining the paradise that awaited him. Thank You for orchestrating each step that my Nanny and Papa took towards You through the years. It will continue to be a source of inspiration throughout my life. I have often asked for Papa's guidance when studying Your word. He always had the words to help me understand how majestic You are! The memories are endless. I had the best Papa You could have ever blessed me with and I pray that you will help me to never forget his unwavering faith, in my times of need. My Papa is right, You are all I need.

Blessings

Matthew 5:16
In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.

I work with the most amazing teachers in the world and I couldn't ask for more. Through the good times and some bumpy times, we have stuck together in a way that just makes my heart smile. God has blessed our third grade team immensely over the past 5 years and this year more than ever I feel blessed by the women God has allowed me to work beside. Yes, we get irritated at one another and from time to time we may have a few cross words to say but we always come back to the place that makes us so unique... unity, compassion and integrity. We have gained a new friend, one that I happen to think stands out in the crowd because she is a true example of 'salt and light.'

She and I have worked in the same school for eight years but believe it or not, our conversations and interactions have been practically nonexistent. Of course we have talked and interacted but if I had known that she would bring such joy to our grade level, I would have tried to steal her away from her buddies a long time ago! :)

Reluctantly and at the last minute she was chosen to move to our grade level this year. Who could blame her for being reluctant...we know all too well the struggles of having to lose a teacher to another grade level. It is painful and scary. Even worse she had been working with the same group of people for many years that happen be her friends outside of school.

I imagine that she was unaware of the impact she might have on someone she had been working with for eight years. Sometimes we think that we are put in places for a reason and that God is using us to be a light for others in their time of need. In this season of my life, I believe God's 'behind the scenes' plan was for her to be a blessing in my life during my time of need. There is never a moment that she misses when someone is struggling with something, that she doesn't show up with a bible verse in hand and a piece of chocolate to remind you that God will take care of everything.
Yesterday was the anniversary of the death of her grandmother, a woman I am told had a hand in shaping who her granddaughter is today. If she were here today, I would tell her thank you. Thank you for teaching her granddaughter to be the kind of person that she is today...Who I believe she has always been but gone unnoticed because I didn't make the effort to get to know her for Dyon the person rather than Mrs. Duncan the teacher.

She may never read this or know that this post was even written about her but it was necessary. Few people in this world recognize those people who do for others without expecting recognition or payback. I wish that I had not been so wrapped up in my own struggles lately so that I would have remembered that yesterday was a day that she needed a bible verse and a piece of chocolate. She truly deserved it.

Whatever You Do, Do It For the Lord

Don’t laugh; but I have had several people ask for some “school house” words of encouragement. So I am going to try and find some for you and at the same time for me. I too am struggling with the lack of motivation to get ready for this school year. So hopefully with God’s help, we can all gain some perspective and get our "mojo" back.

It is August, time for school again and I wish I was a little more excited to hear the beautiful sounds of children running around playing and laughing. The excitement of a new school year has seemed to dwindle down to nothing more than stress, anxiety and dread. Make no mistake, I would not choose any other profession than being a teacher. I find so much joy in the children that fill my classroom year after year and I could never imagine having to give it up. Yet as each year comes and goes, the changes become more intense. My responsibilities can become overwhelming. I can convince myself that it is more than I am capable of handling at times. More and more rules and expectations are put into place and frankly, I spend more time thinking about the long list of things I must get finished instead of enjoying the small moments of seeing a child smile when they learn something new. I am determined to change that this year.

The 2012-2013 school year is going to be full of many challenges and along with that comes the uncertainty of how I will be able to effectively balance my career and my family while keeping my focus on "things above." I have been given the title of teacher but I must confess, I am just a student. A perfectionist by nature, change is difficult. I love things the way they are. I sit in the same seat in meetings with coworkers. I use the same pens to grade papers. I place my desks in the same pattern year after year. Yes, I can be a bit difficult when it comes to change; but I am willing. So this year I find myself having to embrace another change: Common Core Georgia Performance Standards. 

I am passionate about education and support changes that improve a student’s educational experience; but I am firm in my beliefs that the answers are much simpler than revamping the curriculum or enforcing more accountability. There is a missing link that continues to send the public school system into a bottomless pit. The struggle has become increasingly difficult to piece together a failing education system ever since we removed God from public schools. So politicians throw another “quick fix” into place. Regardless of my feelings, I am ready to learn all that I can about these new changes because in the end, the benefit is for my students. I have reason to be concerned however, that it is going to be a long and stressful year because of the ever increasing demands that accompany this new “quick fix.” As a loving and caring teacher, I fall into the trap of survival mode and I do whatever it takes to meet the demands placed on me by those who do not know the children that sit in my classroom. These children are not identified by a CRCT score or a passing grade by this teacher; just as my God does not identify me by my works. We are ALL identified as God's children and He needs to be at the center of ALL of our lives...the missing link indeed.

I am confident that the only thing needed in any of our lives is a relationship with Jesus. I know that while I cannot teach my students about Jesus and that He is the real teacher in my classroom, I can remind myself that “whatever I do, I need to do it for the Lord.” Maybe I cannot introduce Him to my students in the way that He should be; but my day to day actions will be just as effective. I will be the student and I will lean on God to give me the wisdom to know how to be the kind of teacher that each student needs and deserves. I will survive this school year.

      For those teachers that are where I am and have "lost that loving feeling" I have some words of wisdom from a mighty force (no not Tom Cruise), words that God placed in a handy dandy guide book that I will use as MY textbook each day before my students arrive at school. I hope that these words help you find your “mojo” and the encouragement that you need to begin this school year with a clean heart and open mind; as well as a smile on your face and a skip in your step. Those children that come through your door will certainly need to see it if you want them to see Jesus living inside you. Just because I cannot teach my students about Jesus does not mean that I cannot make Him visible in my day to day attitude/interaction with my students/coworkers/bosses/parents/etc. We are in this together and our God has already given us the Staff Handbook that trumps all others.  If you and I are willing to abide by the terms, God will bless this school year beyond our imagination. 

     

     1. Strive to be the best Christian possible. God called you to be a teacher. The Hebrew word for teacher is "Rabbi." They called Jesus "Rabbi." Just the word is breathtaking and God chose me for such a task as this that I might use my talent to teach children.  It was not by chance that you and I were placed at the very spot we are in. Understand that you are where you are for a reason. 

      2.   God's words tell us that we must be missionaries and "go into the world and share the good news." Well I have great news for you...if you are a teacher, you are a missionary. In fact, you have the power to inspire, love, and build some pretty amazing children just by allowing God to transform your focus. Yes it is tiring and sometimes frustrating but think of how patient God is with us day after day. We have breaks and our school year lasts no longer than 160-180 days a year. God has us 24 hours, 7 days a week and He never leaves our side...even when we are bad.       

      3. "Keep your thoughts captive and obedient to Christ." When we become disgruntled, discouraged and discontented, we become an easy target for Satan's evil schemes. We will have great days and there will be some that we will be glad are over; but it is important to take a deep breath and maybe even a few minutes to sit in silence seeking God. Maybe you need to have lunch in your room by yourself. That is okay from time to time. Just remember that when you do, seek God and ask Him to wrap His arm around your shoulder and His hand over your mouth so that the rest of the day does not end badly. This is something I will be doing daily. :) 

4. Bring a bible and/or devotional to keep at school (if you work with me and you need one or both, come see me and I will get you what you need) to keep at school and on your desk permanently.  I don’t encourage you to do this for any other reason but so that it is visible...especially to you.  A phone app won’t work...you will be too quick to respond to a text or play a quick game of Words with Friends. Plus out of sight; out of mind. By placing your bible on your desk (your personal area) you are placing God in your classroom. It is your right and a step in faith. When you need it, if it is handy...you will read it. It will give you the answers you need when you are struggling to hold it together at school. 

5. Respect your bosses. We may not agree with them or how they handle things; but my obligation to God also means that I work hard and avoid the "work room gossip". Remember that “our earthly authorities” are ordained God. You can be assured that God will hold them accountable for their leadership efforts; so we do not need to take it upon ourselves to bash the character or speak unkind words about those that God has allowed to lead us. When we fail to respect and obey our bosses then we are walking in disobedience to God.

      6. Pray daily and all day for your bosses, coworkers, students and their parents. Yes, even the most difficult ones. Pray that God will help you develop loving and caring relationships with everyone that you come in contact with. You need their support and they need yours. You never know what storms are raging in the lives of your students and their families so try to be understanding, forgiving and accepting. Trust me, you will not teach your students to be responsible in one year. It is a life-long process, so let them mess up and let them see what love and forgiveness looks like. Who cares if they forgot their homework a few times. There is usually a bigger reason for their forgetfulness. Remember the plate you carry as a teacher and how stressed you will get...let the little things go. Forgive those children and their "normal" tendencies to be irresponsible and forgetful. Thank you Jesus that you still forgive me over and over...I still haven't learned the art of responsibility and remembering all the things I am supposed to. 

      

      7.     Last but certainly not least, “Whatever you do, do it for the Lord.” Remember that you are the student, not the teacher.

 In his own words, Thomas Jefferson summed things up perfectly on June 26, 1822 in a letter he had written. He said, “Had the doctrines of Jesus been preached always as pure as they came from his lips, the whole civilized world would now have been Christian”. Since this did not happen, we must be disciples and go into the world (aka school) and share the good news, by showing those around us the characteristics of Jesus (btw...those characteristics are adjectives-a skill we must teach our students).

Good luck and may God be with you on your journey this year.

Keep Calm and Know You Are Blessed

This post was something I tearfully wrote when we were headed to Gainesville for Peyton's ballgame on June 30th. The craziness of that weekend zapped my energy and I never got around to post it.

Lately, I've been thinking about the woman that God placed in my path that day. I like to believe it was God's divine intervention. So I decided to share my experience. I hope it speaks to your heart like it did mine.

You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives. Genesis 50:50

When hard pressed, I cried to the Lord; he brought me into a spacious place. Psalm 118:7

Sometimes I need a wake up call. Not the kind that gives you a chance to hit snooze a few times or the kind that allows you to wake up slowly and adjust your eyes, yawn, and stretch. No, I need the kind that reminds me that I need an attitude/perspective adjustment and quick. That sorry Satan loves my "insensitive, impatient and judgmental" tendencies. He must sometimes think to himself, "You are such an easy target." While Satan's aim is apparently right on target a lot, God has equipped me with the armor to show him that I'm a fighter. He may knock me down; but I will get back up. I know with God on my side, the fight isn't over. There are still plenty of rounds to go with the evil one. There will come a day however, where God will send His son to gather His children and Satan will be bound in hell for eternity. That is the final round. Satan already knows he is a loser but he's determined to take us down with him.

Paul's amazing words in Ephesians says to "be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes." This is the hope that I need on days like this that seem to rob me of my sanity.

The bible says whatever Satan intends for evil, God will always turn it into a blessing. We may never realize how many times God intervenes on our behalf; but I am a firm believer that it happens infinitely throughout our lives. Today was proof that God will never give Satan the final word. It was also a reminder that we are blessed regardless of our circumstances.


Peyton's baseball All Star tournament has been going on this week. Practicing for hours each night finally ended this past Friday and yesterday was the first game of the All Star Championships. The boys were so excited and had great hope that they would defeat the Newton County team they were scheduled to face in Gainesville. After an extremely long, hot and exhausting day...we left being defeated by an amazing team from Newton County. Wow! They were some amazing ball players.

Since we lost out first game, we were moved to the loser's bracket. This meant we played again... today...Sunday...Church Day! We decided to go ahead to church even though it meant we couldn't stay the whole time. It is very important to be in church each week, together as a family for several reasons. It gives us an opportunity to set a good example for our children that nothing takes center stage before God. Not to mention that we have an amazing freedom that allows us to freely worship God in the open (a right that so many do not have). Plus Peyton and I both have things that we have committed to doing each week and it is important that we fulfill our responsibilities.

So we all struggled to get out of bed this morning. I think I had to yell at Hunter (down the hall) to get up atleast 10 times and it came down to me having to go into his room and stomp my foot (LOL) to get him up. Peyton went ahead and put his uniform on so that we could leave straight from church and head towards Gainesville for day #2. Steve had on his "coaching" attire and I grabbed the first thing that wasn't winkled. As we got into the car...it seemed every move we made, nothing was going the way we had planned. We rushed to church while having a few ridiculous arguments on Peyton forgetting to put on deodorant and Hunter not shaving after being told several times. Let's face it...we were tired and ill as hornets.

Finally, we get to church and I immediately felt a sense of relief. I love Ray's Church and all the people that fill the pews each week. While I want to crawl up on the pew and take a nap, Peyton, Paul (church friend) and I get busy hooking up the equipment for singing. I took a deep breath and a calmness overwhelms my otherwise tired body. Not a second later, I feel a sense of dread for the long day that is ahead of us.

As the preacher begins to discuss Joseph and his coat of many colors (or should I say many coats of adversity), Peyton leans over and whispers he forgot some of his baseball uniform. Steve forgot his tennis shoes and I forgot my cell phone. Steve lets out a sigh of frustration. I notice Mrs. Connie's watch on the back of the pew in front of me...it's already 10:30. Sadly, we had to slip out as quietly as we could. Flying our the door, I immediately started thinking about all the people I didn't get to hug and say goodbye to. Hopefully they don't over analyze things like I seem to do and know that I didn't intentionally not acknowledge them as I slipped out. I can explain later if I need to.

A few more arguments headed home to retrieve the missing items needed to make it through this day, I was in a bad mood and just like that...I had convinced myself that this was not going to be a fun day and my attitude towards everyone went from bad to worse. Here I was...with a chip on my shoulder and determined to make everyone pay for my lack of sleep instead of trying to enjoy this amazing experience with Peyton.

Once on the road towards Gainesville, we decide to stop and grab a cheeseburger at McDonalds. I was less than thrilled to eat McDonalds, much less in the car because Steve said we didn't have time to go in and sit down to eat. Im my head, I was thinking some very negative things but I did keep them to myself despite my less than pleasant demeanor.

When Steve brings the food to the car, we double check it and realize Peyton's double cheeseburger is missing the cheese. Steve goes back inside to get it fixed. A few minutes later, Hunter realizes that his chicken sandwich has lettuce and mayo, which he will never eat. Angry, frustrated, tired, and just plain fed up with the world...I get his sandwich, slam the car door and march inside to to let McDonald's know that they screwed up.

Here is where my day, or should I say "our" day took an amazing turn...

Steve and the cashier, Tamara had already realized that they knew each other from high school. As I walk up, Tamara is saying that she had just recently moved back home to her mom's house (which happens to be in my in-law's neighborhood). What Tamara says next brought me back down to reality and taught me just how quickly life can sweep you off your feet and knock the breath out of you. "My 15 year old son was killed in a pellet gun accident last July 4th. After having a difficult time emotionally and financially, I felt it was best to move home so my mom could help me get on my feet".

And just like that...the air I was breathing seemed to disinigrate. Standing at the counter waiting impatiently for the right cheeseburger and chicken sandwich, I was no longer concerned about the food. Tears filled my eyes as I listened to her bravely tell us aboutthe accident that took her precious child's life too soon. Tamara's son was shooting a pellet rifle with his cousin. They had cocked it too many times and when it went off, it shot her son in the temple. The doctors had to remove part of his brain in hopes of saving his life and when all efforts were unsuccessful, he died.

His mom decided to donate her child's organs in hopes of saving someone else's life. Today a 60 year old man lives with the heart of this precious child that left this world way too soon. All I could do was cry. I told her that I would pray for her and never forget the strength it must have taken her to endure that kind of loss and then be able to share her story with others. As we all stand in silence trying to digest the sadness of what had happened nearly one year earlier, Steve says to her, "I feel like crying too, it's time to go."

As I walked out of McDonalds and all the way to Gainesville, tears continues to fall as I tried desperately to understand why things happen this way. I was comforted in the quietness of the boys in the car who no longer had a need to complain, Steve's sudden calm and soothing temperament and my uncontrollable tears as I reminded myself (only I was saying it out loud) that I am blessed and that my problems are so insignificant compared to what this mom was going through. To think that she will never hold her child or hear his voice was a pain that just brings you to your knees. It brought me to mine (hypothetically speaking).

While I may never understand why this young child (so close to the ages of my own) was taken from his mom so soon; I do understand that God WILL offers comfort for her in these times...He is forever faithful!

May we all stop and focus on our blessings instead of focusing on our problems. Life is way too short to let the little things prevent us from being the person God intended us to be. Bless you Tamara, your strength and resolve touched me and my family and we are praying for you.

Pressing On

My flesh and my heart my fail, but God is the strength of my heart 

and my portion forever. Psalm 73:26

I can do everything through Him who gives me strength. Philippians 4:13

In life, things rarely come to us without a little hard work and sacrifice. If you want to be a great ball player, you must learn the rules and practice. If you want to be a great guitar player, you must learn to read music and practice. If you want to be a great teacher, you must learn special techniques for teaching others and practice. If you want to be a great golfer, you must learn the rules and practice. Basically, in order to accomplish our goals, we practice, probably make a few mistakes and press on never quitting.

I remember my initial excitement about learning to play the piano. My third grade mind was convinced that I was going to miraculously become the next Mozart overnight.  Little did I know that it would take more than showing up at Mrs. Sylvia Beard’s house (my piano teacher) each week to become what I had envisioned. It also didn’t take long before I realized that learning to play the piano was going to take a lot of work. My parents had to practically force me to practice but with the money they had invested, they were determined to make me follow through with what I had started and not give up. I had other plans. I would bang on the keys and scream about how much I hated playing the piano. I dreaded each time I had to go to Mrs. Beard’s house. She would say, “Celane, you must sit up straight and don’t rest your palms on the piano as you play.” She was a sweet lady, trying to teach me how to do something that I had already given up on. My parents were determined to not let me quit but my determination to quit eventually won. After a few recitals where I did learn to play Fur Elise (wasn’t an easy song to play), I was allowed to quit. Sadly, one of the things I regret is that I took lessons all those years and was actually a pretty good piano player; but because I gave up, I lost all that I had worked so hard to learn. Today, I can barely play Chopsticks. I attribute this to the many nights my daddy would come down after my crying and screaming to try and soothe things over as he often did when things seemed to fall apart at the seams.  We would sit together on the piano stool and play. It was a simple song but daddy had learned just enough to get me interested. It was the only part of learning to play the piano that I actually enjoyed.

Basically anything worth having is worth working for and I wanted to be a piano player but I didn’t want to put in the hard work that it was going to take. So I gave up. Today I experienced some feelings of just wanting to give up on some things in my life that I have worked so hard to get right. As my mind turned tonight with a few negative thoughts, I think that the good Lord was working on my heart to not get discouraged. For someone that can be pretty tough, I have a very tender heart (another trait I inherited from my daddy). So tonight, as I closed my eyes, I asked God to show me the words that I needed to read that would get me back on track. Words that would help me not give up. I spent some time working on my bible study in James (I have been doing with a few friends from work) but that was not giving me the peace I was hoping for. As I picked up my bible, it opened to Philippians. I immediately smiled. Philippians has some powerful words and it certainly didn’t take long to speak to me. You know the famous, “Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice.” These might not mean anything if I didn’t know what trials Paul was going through as he wrote these words.

Paul was in a Roman prison. Not a prison that you might find in America. No, I would say America’s prisons are pure luxury compared to the conditions that Paul endured while in prison in Rome. Back in Paul’s day, there was a symbol for prison and it meant “house of darkness.” Paul’s prison was the kind that was dug underground. The prisoner and guards were lowered through a small hole. This was the only way in and out of the prison. There were no bathrooms, so you can imagine what it must have smelled like down there. The prison itself was basically 2 large rooms (separate levels) with iron shackles fixed to the walls. The lower level was dark and gloomy. The only lighting was by torches or oil lamps. I imagine it was also very cold as it is recorded that these types of cells were twelve feet underground. Guards were usually very mean and treated prisoners poorly because if a prisoner escaped, the guards were executed. If you tried to visit a prisoner, you were taking a huge risk of interrogation (guilty by association).

It was in this “house of darkness” that Paul wrote some of his most beautiful words, words that I so needed to read tonight, words that gave me encouragement and strength. Paul rejoiced. He was thankful. He put things in perspective when he must have felt scared and alone. Tonight I just need to put things into perspective. I needed to feel safe.

Paul having received a gift from the Philippian Church while in prison wrote a letter thanking them. He wanted to share his joy. Even as I type this, I am trying to understand how Paul could have had joy in the midst of his circumstance. Paul makes it clear that regardless of his circumstances, he has learned to be content. He also says that he has joy because he focused all his efforts on knowing Christ and obeying Him. “What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish that I may gain Christ and be found in him.”

I too consider everything rubbish in comparison to knowing Jesus. Nothing else in life can bring more joy. Because of Him, I can “press on” trying to be a better person in spite of circumstances that weigh heavily on my heart or cause me to stumble. Practice will never make me the perfect Christian but I can practice what Paul did and “press on towards the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” So giving up is just not an option. No, I will be content and wait for the Lord to “bring everything under His control”.

He Will Fight for You

God has fought many battles on behalf of His people which are recorded for our learning in God’s word. Romans 15:4, 1 Corinthians 10:11

These lessons should encourage us to be faithful as we all face the spiritual forces of wickedness in daily combat today. Ephesians 6:12, 1 Peter 5:8


God has promised that He will never allow us to be tempted beyond our ability to overcome and a way of escape to endure it. 1 Corinthians 10:13


Be strong in the Lord and in the strength of His might”. Ephesians 6:10


Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. Psalm 30:5

Today I am pondering the feelings of joy and pain. These emotions are certainly not easy to embrace especially when your heart is heavy. Yet today that's just what I feel. I'm pained by the struggles that a few of my family members and friends are dealing with as well as a few unspoken of my own. I pray relentlessly for each one and it seems at times that my prayers are being intercepted before reaching God. I know that is not true and that He hears every thought. He feels every pain. He experiences the tough times right along beside us. We are never alone. Satan's hope is that you and I will become so overwhelmed with our struggles that we begin to believe his lies. Let me tell you that I may have plenty of storms raging in my life; but I will never believe Satan is capable of stealing my joy.

Joy is a gift that God has given us so that we may glorify Him. Joy is the feeling of contentment or the realization that everything will work out. Joy is an act of obedience to God; especially when we are joyful during tough times. Proof of joy's gift is in David's beautiful words, "This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it". He didn't say today will suck so come back and rejoice tomorrow when things are better for you. No, he said rejoice now; because this is THE day that God created and therefore be joyful...even in the midst of a tsunami.

If you are struggling with pains in life (who isn't?) write them down; but don't stop there. Turn those pains into blessings of joy. Paul says "take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ". In other words discipline yourself to change your negative thoughts into positive ones. Here are a few examples...

I am not feeling well; but I am healthy and I will feel better soon; yet so many continue to battle earth shattering illnesses that may not get better.

I miss my daddy; but I am blessed that I had 31 years with a daddy that so many in this world do not have an opportunity to know.

My Papa has been battling cancer for the past few years and I am worried about him; but no greater man exists today in my life that knows...whether here on earth or in heaven, he's "a winner either way."

It saddens me that my children are no longer small enough to crawl into my lap so I can rock them to sleep or hear the pitter-patter of their tiny feet; but what joy I have experienced to be a mommy while so many have suffered the loss of their own children.

 I have circumstances that are too private to share that are troubling me; yet joy abounds because my God is who He says He is and He will one day restore all things with His unimaginable plan.

Yes I will experience painful circumstances throughout my short life on earth; but I am never alone. In the midst of my pain God speaks to us and I can only imagine all of heaven bowing down as He begins to heal my temporary wounds.

 Paul says that "His grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness". Pain is an opportunity to strengthen our faith because there will be "joy in the morning". Like the song we will sing this morning says, "we fall down," sometimes I find myself falling to depths that seem to swallow me entirely...but as I lay my crowns at the feet of Jesus...I feel joy. My God is able to strengthen me despite the "pains" of life.

Your circumstances are small in comparison to how mighty God is and He is already at work to restore joy where you are experiencing pain. An old 80s (teeny bop) song comes to mind that says, "joy and pain are like sunshine and rain."

Think about that for a moment...

Joy and pain...sunshine and rain. Out of pain (rain) there will be joy (sunshine) or maybe they coexist at the same time. When I think of rain and sunshine...I think of the beautiful flowers that begin to grow. Out of our trials come joyful experiences. In 1 Peter 1:6, we are reminded "In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials".

My heart is so heavy for the struggles of a dear friend. The situation is out of my friend's control; but it is not out of God's control. He is up to something so profound and astonishing that I can't wait to see the day when things will be better than they once were. Until then, I will help the best I know how by lifting prayers to heaven daily and try to encourage and remind my friend that this is not the end.

The Christian group Selah sings a beautiful song called, "He Will Hold You". The lyrics bring me joy just listening to them. I have listened to them so many times because the words speak to my circumstances and remind me that God's "got my back". The lyrics to this song say, "storms may come, storms may go, the pain may linger like melted snow". Some days I have to reach so deep inside myself to find a reason to believe that my pain (whatever it may be) will melt away. The next few lines remind me that they will get better in time. They say, "He'll hold you when the tempest rages all around. He'll hold you, plant your feet on solid ground."

Your circumstances may seem too big for you to survive but God is holding you through it all. The tempest smiles at our failures and struggles in life. He rejoices each time we doubt that things will get better. Yet, God will "hold you when the waves come crashing down" and that is joy. The tempest cannot steal our joy. It is God's gift to us and we can thank him by remembering "He will hold us through it all". So dig in your heels, stand firm and face the tempest head on; because you are not just standing on solid ground...you are standing on God's Holy Ground. He will fight for you and these storms will strengthen you for the next tsunami.

Everything is Going to Be Okay

 "Joy is the settled assurance that God is in control of ALL of the details of MY LIFE; the Quiet confidence that ULTIMATELY... everything is going to be okay and the determined CHOICE to praise GOD in ALL things" -Kay Warren

The uncertainty of things in life can create emotional and mental roadblocks. Sometimes the voice within us that we choose to ignore is God speaking in his tender voice. Whether He is trying to warn us against making a mistake that will have detrimental effects down the road or a gentle reminder that we need to change the behaviors in life that impact us negatively...He whispers nothing but sweet peace.

I find myself wanting God to just tell me what to do and how to do it; but even I know He is not a forceful or demanding God. He gives us direction; but we must be willing to accept it. God does not desire to control us but to offer peace, hope, love, security, grace and forgiveness. The bible says His ways "surpass all understanding"; yet grace will always be the cup from which I can willingly drink from...no matter my burdens. If you haven't had moments in your life that felt as if you stood at a crossroad; then you have never faced the reality that one way leads toward bondage and the other leads to freedom.

 Life is full of moments where our faith is tested. Luke 1:37 says faith doesn't make things easy but it does make it possible. If only I could possess the gift of unwavering faith without the tests...surely I could stand firm and know that God's in control even when it comes to the things I hold dear to my heart! Yet even I know the reality of this is crazy. Without the tests and trials in my life...my faith would not be THE source of reassurance on days where I think I can't stand another disappointment. We all have them...disappointments. We all struggle with some problem that seems unbearable. We all want things/people/situations to go a certain way; not to mention in a timely manner that fulfills our personal needs. Just when you think you have things figured out, you are quickly reminded that there is an evil force that can sock you right in the gut. It can suck the air out of your lungs and make you lose just enough strength to let your guard down, but only if you let it. The results can have a detrimental affect on your mind and it can become a place where negative thoughts creep in. Your negative thoughts can turn into actions that you will regret. If you are like me, pretty soon you are an utter mess and those you love dearly become the victims to your immediate reaction to difficult circumstances for which you know will work out just fine. Still you allow things to spiral downward...you shut down, don't want to talk to anyone and sometimes want to disappear, find a dark hole to crawl into...for eternity. That is Satan at work to destroy the good work that God has started within you and me. BUT God always shines His light, just enough, to remind us He is in control...far beyond our immediate situations.

 James reminds us that we should consider it pure joy when facing trials because it is a test of faith that develops perseverance. How powerful are his words regarding tests and trials. He plainly tells us that we "will" face trials in this life but to remember that we must be patient and steadfast. In Romans, Paul says to rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that the trials of life develop perseverance which leads to character. I know what you are thinking. Why would anyone want to rejoice when facing trials? Well the answer is simple because, God is sovereign and knows our needs. His word reminds us that in our weakness, He can make us strong. In our struggles, God can use them to strengthen and deepen our relationship with Him. Yes, we will feel the pain and sadness that results from the trials we face; but these are opportunities for us to grow and lean on God for strength (1 Peter 1:6,7). Letting our light shine as God shines His light on us, can help us grow to be the kind of person God wants us to be.

In the end, all that matters is that we glorify God through our actions. What better way to show our love for and glorify our Heavenly Father than to rejoice in the midst of adversity. That's what faith can do.

Forward All Issues To Him

“Many, O Lord my God, are the wonders you have done. The things you planned for us no one can recount to you; were I to speak and tell of them, they would be too many to declare.” Psalm 40:5

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This morning I rise to birds singing and peace. The stillness of the morning is a beautiful opportunity to embrace God’s love. I read about Psalm 40 in my devotional and begin to think about my struggles with patience. David, the psalmist says, “I waited patiently for the Lord; He turned to me and heard my cry”. I know that no matter my struggles, God is always here for me. He knows my fears, weaknesses, doubts, and failures. Shamefully, He knows my mean, spiteful and sometimes “holier than thou” attitude that can consume my life at times. Yet He continues to “lift me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire”. Oh, God why me? Why would you want to save a poor soul like me that does not deserve your love?

One simple word, FAITH! Faith by definition means to be loyal and believe in something for which there is no physical proof; complete trust. To have a strong conviction and to know that even though I may not understand the plan, there is one and it is going to always be what I need. It is easy to question God and wonder why things do not turn out the way you want them to; but faith in God not only shows your ability to accept that you cannot make it through this life alone; but it gives you a solid foundation to build a “what would Jesus do” mentality that can change your life as well as those around you.

The story behind a childhood song that is familiar to most, gives even the smallest child the answers about faith in God. The original words were written as a poem by Anna B. Warner in 1860 after her sister; Susan (co-author of “Say and Seal”) wanted a song for a sunday school teacher to sing to a dying boy. In 1862, William Bradbury added the chorus and tune to the song that has made it one of the most famous hymns in the world today.


Jesus loves me! This I know,
For the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong;
They are weak, but He is strong.

Chorus:
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.

Jesus loves me! This I know,                                              
As He loved so long ago,
Taking children on His knee,
Saying, “Let them come to Me.”
                                                                                               
Jesus loves me when I'm good,
When I do the things I should,
Jesus loves me when I'm bad,
Though it makes Him very sad.

Jesus loves me still today,
Walking with me on my way,
Wanting as a friend to give
Light and love to all who live.

Jesus loves me! He who died
Heaven’s gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let His little child come in.

Jesus loves me! Loves me still
Tho' I'm very weak and ill;
That I might from sin be free
Bled and died upon the tree.

Jesus loves me! He will stay
Close beside me all the way;
Thou hast bled and died for me,
I will henceforth live for Thee.


Just reading the lyrics to this song make me stop and think how lucky I am to be a child of God. He “loves me when I’m good” and He “loves me when I’m bad.”  He is willing and able to “wash away my sin” if I accept Him into my heart. Yet that does not exclude me from the consequences I may face because of my actions; if not in line with God’s will. If I want to be made new then I must continue to let His light lead my way. He promises to stay beside me all the way and even sacrificed His only son to save me. For all He has done and all that He will do, he only asks us to have faith and trust in Him.

The bible says that “faith comes from hearing the message, and the message is heard through the word about Christ.” If you do not spend time reading God’s word, how can you have the faith needed to survive the temptations of this world? I sometimes feel like I am on a roller coaster and the ups and downs of life can consume my every thought. I am my own worst enemy. When I depend on myself to change my circumstances, I fail miserably. The only way to remember that Jesus loves me and to keep doubt from seeping into my mind is to have faith. Jesus loves me because the bible tells me so.

God has provided an amazing resource that gives us the strength and reassurance that He can and will take care of you...and me! All you have to do is believe and have a little faith even when it does not make sense. Do not just listen to secondhand accounts of God. Pick up your bible and read God’s very own words for yourself. It is not only your right but your responsibility to seek God’s will for your life. 2 Timothy reminds us that ALL scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting, and equipping us for every good work. We must not forget that the purpose of God’s word is to help strengthen our faith. Hebrews 11 is often referred to as the faith chapter because it centers on faith. "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." The Greek translation for “substance” is assurance. So faith is assurance, that what we hope for is possible; even though we cannot see the “behind the scenes” work of God. We must be careful, God’s timing is not the same as ours and we can become discouraged when things do not happen the way we would like. If God isn’t giving you what you want, when you want it...then He has something more amazing in the works. That is where faith must step in and guide you through this life of sorrow, sadness, pain, misery, sickness, and death. This is just our temporary home.

Remember to pray and ask God to anoint you with the Holy Spirit as you read His beautiful words so that you will hear His voice speaking. Ask God for the wisdom to understand what you read and let God’s word be the joy of your heart and the lamp unto your feet. He will give you the strength to build your life on His word. Last but certainly not least, let it be done unto you and me according to God’s word.

May you rejoice in the blessedness of hearing God’s word and keep it always...never forgetting to Forward All Issues To Him.