Monday, April 13, 2015

Plot Twists and Knowing the Author

I spent this past weekend helping to host a ladies conference at my church.  It was a lovely time spent hearing testimony's or what we were calling  "Stories" from 4 ladies in our church, an amazing worship time and I was blessed to be able to close out Friday night and Saturday afternoon. I thought I would share with you some of what I shared on Saturday.


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There is a saving faith in Jesus, then there is faith in Jesus that He cares deeply for you and will do and complete what He started in you. That His Word is true and that you haven't been forgotten.

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Perhaps life hasn't been as kind to you or things just haven’t turned out as you would have preferred . . .and while you have faith that you’ll see Jesus in heaven someday and that he’s  powerful enough to forgive your sins, you just can’t quiet believe this is the story-the one you’re living out right now-that He’s written for you.

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I enjoy a good book, and watching movies with my hubby is one of my favorite things to do. 

And you know the key to great book or movie-a great unexpected plot twist.  If I can see what’s coming or guess the ending I’ll often stop paying attention or even  stop reading or watching all together.



Well, the author of our story is the greatest story teller imaginable--Jonah and the Big Fish-who saw that coming? Or the greatest underdog story of all time David and Goliath, or the thriller Daniel in the Lions Den . . .or how about the one about a virgin having a baby and not just any baby but one that would save the world. .. of course He would save it,  not by sitting on a throne but by dying on a cross then rising again the third day.
 Why would we think He would let us guess what’s coming next every time and that there would never be a plot twist in our own personal story?  If there was no plot twist you and I would stop paying attention.



Hubby isn't much of a TV watcher but there are two shows we never miss watching together. If we can't watch together, we will wait until we can. One of those shows is Downton Abbey. You can find us huddled together watching PBS on Sunday nights wondering what in the world is coming next for the Crawley's. And although Julian Fellowes has broken our hearts time and time again, we keep watching. Why? Because we believe that in the end everything will be made right.  If we trust a man we don't know writing a story about fictional characters, how much more can we trust the God of the Universe with our stories.



And while we may not be able to plan or guess what is coming up next in our stories, he has promised that  for every painful or unexpected twist -he has a plan, and you and I may never know this side of heaven what that reason is, but we can have confidence that there is one.

Our conference verse is  Jer 29:11 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. 

And we read that and we believe that but we forget about verses 12-14—Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. 14 I will be found by you,” declares the Lord


Those twists and turns, this painful plot twists that feel like they just might break you,  . ..You can -I can find Him right there. Don’t stop seeking after him, when your  story is getting the hardest -don’t you know that is always when the hero shows up and shows off?

Hold tight to these promises right in the middle of the darkest parts of your stories.

Phil 1: 6 being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

and  2 Tim 4:17a But the Lord stood at my side and gave me strength

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The Lord, the author of your story is right by your side lifting you up.

Don’t give up now.

My prayer for you and for me is that on every page of our stories we find grace there.

Hebrews 12:2 refers to Jesus as the Author and finisher of our faith.


If you’ve never met the author or your story, or maybe you’ve just lost sight of him in the middle of your story,  call to Him, He will answer.  He knows you and He will never forget who you are or where you are in the middle of your story.
These are some verses from Isaiah 43, I encourage you while you're reading them where you see Jacob or Israel insert your name.  
The Author of your story is here, you're not forgotten and the ending promises to be a OH, so happy one!


But now, thus says the Lord, who created you, O Jacob,
And He who formed you, O Israel:
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by your name;
You are Mine.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you.
When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned,
Nor shall the flame scorch you.
For I am the Lord your God,



Plot twists are going to come and they may even hurt, but one day soon our Hero will come riding in and save the day!

You are dearly loved,


Monday, March 30, 2015

Fear of Failure and The Fat Girl

The fear of failure is one of, if not THE, main enemy of the perfectionist.

And I am a perfectionist.

This has left me so unwilling, so scared really, to try so many things in my life.



Perfectionism is a tricky little demon because it can be innocuous and then if you are a good

Christian  Girl you can drag God right into your little idol because of course "He only wants our best"

 or "you should always give God your best" and we take that and twist it and leave grace behind.


And it becomes all about me.

 Look at all these "good things" I have done, isn't

God so pleased with me right now.

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Not only has it built up pride in my life it has also left me frozen and unable to try.

Because if you don't try, then you can't fail and if you don't fail then you are still perfect.

(BTW,  as a recovering perfectionist I never said my reasoning was logical! The thing is -it is so

much easier to spot the cray-cray in others way before it is in you)


You know what one sure fire way to help you get over your perfectionist self is? Have some kiddos

that are far less than perfect-and I am not even talking about behavior-although we certainly could-

but I'm not.

A precious, delicious, soft, sweet little bundle is placed in your arms and you love that gift more than

your own life-more than you ever thought possible, then you realize that precious gift has a host

of health problems. . . that they aren't perfect.  And there isn't one thing you can do to change it.

Parenting 3 less than perfect kids has taught me so much and has helped that idol of perfectionism

crumble down. . .except in one area.



My weight. (yep as hard as it is, I'm going to go there. GULP)


How can a so-called recovering perfectionist have a weight problem you might wonder. . .

Well, remember when I mentioned the thought process of 'if you don't try you can't fail'.

Yep that is where I've been for the last 8+ years.

Scared to even try because I was scared I'd fail.  Again. And when you fail with your weight-

everyone sees.  "Oh look Angie put back on a few pounds. Bless her heart."

There were lots of attempts in my younger days.  Starts and stops.  Then two baby boys came.

And after that second  sweet boy, I vowed that this was it- my weight would finally and forever be

gone. And in just under 10 months I lost 100 lbs.



Then I found out our precious baby girl was on our way.



Since that day until this past January, I have tried only one other time to loose the weight I had

packed  and packed so more, back on.


It was easier to pretend like it didn't bother me, remind everyone of my (very real) thyroid disease

than to face the humiliation of trying and failing.  So, I trapped myself, not just behind the weight but

behind the expectation that trying and not succeeding the first time is somehow totally and complete

failure.

Perfectionist lie to themselves.  Even recovering ones like me.



As of this morning I have lost 49.5 lbs, my goal is to have lost 50 by April 10th.

It's easy for me to look at the scale and see that I have about 80lbs to go.

Perfectionist can sometimes look at the end goal, think they are going to fail anyway, so just

give up.  But not this time for me.  My journey is not, will not, cannot ever be perfect.  I am

slowly realizing that imperfection is ok.  Who in the world are we trying to fool anyway?

Perfection in anything can never be attained.  Our best, our effort, our obedience is  in trying, I've

come to see that there is where I find Jesus most often.

 Perfect people don't need a Savior.

I need one every day. . .often multiple times.

My failure doesn't come if the weight never gets all the way gone. My failure comes from not even

trying.

I share my weight loss journey with you, not for accolades or applause, but to admit how fear has

kept me trapped.  (well fear and a french fry)

Your journey may be different than mine, but I'm wondering, if you weren't afraid you'd fail what

would you try?

I have been blessed and seen God move on my behalf in such amazing ways every time I have

obeyed and stepped WAY out of my comfort zone and didn't let the fear of appearing less than

perfect stop me.


Perfectionism is a lie.  Don't let it hold you in it's trap.  That trap can hurt and destroy.


We all fail, we all fall, the perfect part is when you stand back up, brush

yourself off and try again.

Grace -for yourself and others-wins over perfection every time.


Recovering in KC,




Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Thriving During Lent. . .and the rest of the year too.

Every January instead of making resolutions I pick a word for the year.

I haven't shared it until now because it's personal (I know that's funny for a blog writer to say)

and in some ways embarrassing too, so, besides my family and a few close friends I've kept it pretty

quiet.

Now, we are in the season of Lent and as I was thinking on Lent and how it related to me (I'm

a good little Baptist girl so the whole thing is still pretty new to me) and how it related to my

word for the year they just weren't coming together.



My word for  the year is Thrive.



I want my prayer, my goal, my aim to be to Thrive in all areas of my life: Health, Family and

Relationships, Ministry-and how this all ties into my Spiritual life.


Health- getting my weight under some sort of control, getting fit-not skinny, getting active.

Well as of today I've lost 34lbs. I've got 100 more to go, but I am making good progress and I'm

excited.  I'm working out 3x a week.  And, this may be one of the most

important components for me, I'm taking my meds regularly (I have Hashimoto's Disease and I

can be a really bad patient).** BTW, thriving, in this area has nothing to do with a number on a scale

and everything to do with control and who has it.**


Family and Relationships- investing in those I love at a deeper level than I have been.

Often I am tired and worn-like any other mom/wife/woman and the LAST thing I want to do

is invest more in people. Even the people I dearly love.  But, I want my husband, kids, family,

friends to look back at their lives and know I gave them everything I could. Not just everything

I wanted to.


Ministry- Can I be honest here? I hope so because I'm going to be and I hope it doesn't scare you. . .

ministry can be draining with a capital D.  I have two sides of ministry: I'm the women's ministry

team leader for my church and also I have the ministry (writing/speaking/listening) of Lessons From

Aisle 12.  (And I also work 16 hours a week at my youngest school-which I love, which is ministry

which I am so thankful for. . .which is draining.)  But, this year I want to Thrive in ministry.  I want to

see the ministry of Lessons From Aisle 12 to grow and blossom-not for personal glory, but the

message that God has given me to be broadcast to women  everywhere, that God sees you, He's right

there where you are at work in your life-Yes EVEN in the aisle of the grocery store.

Big dreams.  Big Big Dreams.

Thriving this year -this life-not just surviving.



So, back to Lent.  How in the world does thriving  have single thing to do with Lent?

Lent which has the connotation of giving something up, of sacrifice.

I could not stop churning this over trying to see how the two could go together.

And then it hit me.

John chapter 10. . .Jesus is talking about why He is here and what He came to do-and this is the

phrase I've got rolling around in my head that I just can't let go of :"I have come that they may 

have life, and that they may have it more abundantly."

Abundant life-Thriving. . .that's what my prayer for the year is and so that is what my prayer for this

Lenten season is as well.  

What does that mean on a practical level for me?  Well, I don't have all the answers but I know it

doesn't have anything to do with 'giving up' of something that most associate with the concept of 

Lent.  For now it is taking on the shape of service. Service where it's not expected or where there is

 no personal recognition. For me, this is how I am "Thriving" this Lenten Season.



This is a very personal post, that some will misunderstand, some will mock, but I know for others

they will be able to relate.  Mere survival is no longer an option for me.  For some, that's all you

can do right now, and I get that too.  But, for me, the time is up on survival. It's time to Thrive.

To live this abundant life fully and completely, after all the Savior came and sacrificed all He had so 

that I could.

I would love to hear your personal stories of Thriving.

Walking this road with you,



Saturday, February 14, 2015

Imperfect Hearts

Belle, our sweet 8 year old, made homemade Valentines for her classmates this year.

Which, don't get me wrong-I LOVE that about her-but you should understand that homemade

Valentines take MUCH longer to make than writing your name on a box of 23 cards.

But, that was ok, we had a plan and we were going to work our plan.

While I was at work Daddy was going to print off the saying she was going to glue to the hearts

she'd cut out, then when I got home we'd decorate the Twinkie's to look like Minions.

A little teamwork and we'd be go to go.

And we were.

Except I forgot to mention to Daddy that he might want to show her how to fold the paper in half to

cut the 'perfect' heart, instead of free handing them.


When I got home this is what I found


Adorable, right?

You know what I was having a hard time getting past? The imperfect heart.


She was so proud, they were almost done, so I didn't say anything.  

I've been thinking about those imperfect hearts though these past couple of days as the

world celebrates love and personally The Mailman and I celebrate our 23rd wedding anniversary.

Two imperfect hearts.  Yep there's probably no better way to describe us.

Two broken kids (that's what we were at 20/23-CHILDREN I SAY -who let us out of the house??) 


carrying a lot of baggage  were either handed or packed ourselves.



About has imperfect as you can get.  But in the middle of ALL the imperfections we've found

love and a whole lotta grace there.

Perfect people don't either. We need more than our share.

So, today and tomorrow we celebrate our imperfect hearts made perfect by a loving and oh so patient

God.  

All the tears, fights, misunderstandings and hurt feelings. . .all the kisses, love and three beautiful 

babies, all the hospital stays, sleepless nights and fatigue, all the adventures and misadventures, the

wild nights and the quiet ones.  The laughter that outweighs the anger.  The tenacity to stick it out and 

hold on even when it would've been easier to let go. The love that gets better and grows deeper every

year.

Every time I think of Sis and those imperfect class Valentines, I'm going to think of my own

imperfect heart and how God took two broken imperfect kids and wrote them a love story where they

could only point back and give all the credit to Him.


And, if I may be so bold to offer a word of advice. . .stop waiting for the perfect valentine. . .whether 

you're married to yours and waiting to find them.  There's no such thing.  And the beauty, love and

overwhelming grace you find in the imperfections . . .well it's just about perfect this side of Heaven.



You are deeply and dearly loved,













Friday, February 6, 2015

Peace and Quiet- and the reality of that never happening.

My blog has been hugely ignored for almost a month now.

Not out of desire but necessity.

Hubby had knee surgery and because of some complications what was supposed to be on outpatient

surgery landed him a couple of days in the hospital.

As soon as he got home, two other family members had ER visits, both of them physically and

emotionally draining.

Oh and the day of an event I was facilitating and speaking at,  I fell down the stairs and broke my toe.

And it was 5:00 in the morning-

talk about insult to injury.

All the while trying to balance work, home, family and ministry.


In the middle of all this chaos I am reminded of Galatians 5:22 where I am told "Peace" in a

Fruit of the Spirit.

My reply, "Ok Lord, bring on the peace! I'm here and waiting-make everything and EVERYONE

around me peaceful!  If these people could just get it together I WOULD BE THE MOST

PEACEFUL PERSON EVER!!"


And yet it just never seems to quite work that way.



(Maybe your family is different, maybe you've always got it together. But, that's not life here

at the Wilkinson's and I hope my honesty doesn't terrify you.)

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As I've been pondering these thoughts about peace over and over in my mind, the Lord kept brining

me back to Peter.  Boisterous, impatient, impetuous, imperfect Peter-who was loved and chosen,


 flaws and all by Jesus and who followed Him-even in the middle of the storm.

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Mathew 14:22-34 tell us the familiar account of Peter stepping out of the boat and walking on the

water to Jesus.

And, if you're around my age and grew up in church you can see the flannel graph characters clearly

in your mind.  But, we've got to remember these were real men with real fears.

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When we read or remember the story of Peter walking on the water, I think in our heart of hearts

many of us would say we want that kind of experience.  A grand faith explosion-but what happens

is instead of walking on water we're waiting for Jesus of calm the storm around us.


Listen I know we've all got storms, whether they are financial, health related, relationships or

emotional-- or maybe we've got all of them at the same time.  Storms are apart of the broken world.

Either we've just passed through one, we're in the middle of one or there's one brewing on the

horizon.

Just like storms were apart of the Faithful Fisherman's life they are apart of ours as well.

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Peter didn't wait for things to calm down before he got out of the boat, in fact if you look back over

the entirety of the chapter it is remarkable to realize what all the disciples have just gone through in

a very short amount of time.

Verses 1-12 they learn about their friend and Jesus beloved cousin, John the Baptist had just been

beheaded.  They go from grieving to the crowds pressing in to hear and see Jesus (verses 13-21)

and finding themselves needing to provide dinner for 5000+ with only two small loaves and 5 tiny

fish.  From witnessing and experiencing that amazing miracle, they find themselves being put

into a boat in verse 22 and Jesus sending them off.

And then that little boat finds itself and it's occupants being beaten about by the wind in the middle

of the night. . .

I don't know about you, but after reading how quickly those events followed one another in

succession, I need a nap.

But, when Jesus said come, Peter didn't ask  Jesus to calm the storm, he got out of the boat,

and because of that was able to experience an event like no other that has gone down in the

pages of time.

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That's where I find myself these days, and I'm guessing many of you do as well.

The storm swirling all around us and even IN us and Jesus says, "Come".

Now, don't get me wrong, He CAN calm the storm too, but we have to wrap our weary souls, bodies

and minds around the fact that He doesn't have to for us to have peace.

Our circumstances do not dictate our peace.  Our peace comes from The One in whom we put

our trust and hope.

So, whether we rise up to face the wind, or find ourselves dropping to our knees in humble prayer

let's hide these words from Isaiah 26:3-4 deep in our hearts:

You will keep in perfect peace
    those whose minds are steadfast,
    because they trust in you.
Trust in the Lord forever,
    for the Lord, the Lord himself, is the Rock eternal.

Our circumstances may never be peaceful this side of Heaven, but we fix our eyes on Jesus-because

He is our peace.

Join me in praying these words from Psalm 29:11 back to the Lord:  The Lord gives strength to his people ;the Lord blesses his people with peace.

We are promised strength and peace and we find them both in one name-Jesus.

May our minds and hearts be fixed on him in the middle of our storms.




Journeying with you,





Friday, January 9, 2015

When Mean Girls Grow Up

We've all know at least one.

Maybe we've even been one.

You know the one.

The Mean Girl.

No matter what you do, you're not cool enough, you'll never have it as together as her and you

certainly can't sit with her at the lunch table because you just aren't quite up to her caliber.

We blame it on childhood. On adolescences.

But, I've noticed a very real phenomenon of Mean Girls growing up to become Mean Women.

One of the worst aspects is that they tend to do their cutting down with a smile on their face.

And if they are a believer in Christ, chances are their knife is one hand and their Bible in the other.


Oh the Mean Girls may have grown up and now know that looking someone in the face and

making fun of them is unacceptable behavior, so now they've become passive aggressive Mean

Women.

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Recently on Facebook I watched a Great Grandmother and Grandmother-a mother/daughter team in

 their 60's and 40's respectively, out and out make fun of someone growing through a difficult season,

 'Because she brought it on herself'.

Can I just be very honest and frank here?

 *Most of the troubles and trails I've had in my life, I brought on myself.  And I thank God everyday

for friends and family that loved and supported me anyway.

* These women quote Scripture, Homeschool, talk about what Bible Study they are doing. They
should be different.

Yet, it's as if none of it matters.

In response to what I saw and some other things I've witnessed recently, I posted this on

Facebook.


"When I see grown women, mothers, grandmothers, great grandmother's being passive aggressive snarky and hateful on fb my judgmental side can raise its ugly head and make me want to smack some Jesus right into them.
And makes me as hateful as them.
Women's ministry is my passion, my calling. Watching women be plain out mean then put 'lol' like it's no big deal, makes me angry then breaks my heart into a thousand pieces. Girls we are all called for so much more than this. So much more.
If you know someone is hurting why Why WHY would you be snarky about it?? Girls who claim to know and love Jesus, can we love each other fully, deeply flaws and all? Isn't that the mark of Christ-"they will know us by our love"? Let's be grace bearers, mercy givers-until it hurts. Until we've given all we can and only Jesus can fill us up to give more.
Let's show the world that Jesus really does make a difference in our lives."


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Why is this so difficult for us as women?  Perhaps I am generalizing, but I've seen enough examples

to think that I am not generalizing by much.

And the example I despise the most? The one starring back at me the mirror.


Do not mistake my passion on this subject as perfection.

Oh no, I have a long way to go.

I am not perfect, but I am prayerful.



Prayerful that my life would be marked by love and grace and compassion.  Yes, even for those

who I believe may have invited the drama into their lives.

I pray that mercy would flow, even when it's difficult or inconvenient.  Even when I've given and 

given and been stretched and pulled and just don't think I have one more ounce to give.

Because, that's when Jesus meets us both there.  If it was easy to do these things, let's face it, we all 

would.  But, when it becomes draining and time consuming and we are vexed down to our core about

how we could possibly be called on one more time to help this wounded soul, that's when Jesus 

shows up and shows off.  That's when I am reminded that never once has He told me 'I've helped 

you enough, I have nothing left to give.'  Never have I shown up and poured my heart out to him for 

10th time and He has said 'your chances are up. I am through with you.'  I've never been to broken,

battered or flat out crazy and He's written me off and just replaced me with someone else.


I've never been to much of a mess for Jesus.

So, that's how I pray I will love.

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But, here's where it becomes tricky. When we pray those prayers,  God's going to believe  we  mean

them. He's going to give us opportunities to practice.

So, let's do it.  Let's practice together.  

Especially, if we say we know Jesus. Let's practice love. Grace. Mercy. Peace and Compassion.

All those things we say we love, that give deep meaning to our faith.

In all areas and people groups of our lives.  Not just our church friends, our Bible study girls . . .the 

'cool girls'.

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Jesus doesn't have a 'cool table'.  He has a feast.  And I can guarantee you the one He's inviting to sit

next to Him is a mess.  Oh how Jesus loves a mess of a person.  Even ones who make the messes

themselves.  (just read about a few a favorites in Scripture: Abraham, Sarah, Moses, David, Mary 

Magdalen, Peter, Paul-ALL messes at some point.  All used by God.)

It's time for us to grow up.  Put the Mean Girls to rest, leave a legacy of kindness for our daughters.

Live a life marked by extravagant, unearned love.


Ephesians 5:1 - 2 MSG
Wake Up from Your Sleep Watch what God does, and then you do it, like children who learn proper behavior from their parents. Mostly what God does is love you. Keep company with him and learn a life of love. Observe how Christ loved us. His love was not cautious but extravagant. He didn’t love in order to get something from us but to give everything of himself to us. Love like that.


Let this be the year that we cast the Mean Women inside of each of us aside.

Let this be the year we chose love over judgment and envy.

Let this be the year our Bible study and church attendance marks a visible difference in our lives.

Not so we can have any credit at all.  

But, so we can loudly proclaim "It's all because of Jesus!" !




Practicing with you and Praying for us all on this journey,


Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Waving Goodbye

We all blinked and 2014 is about to be nothing but a memory.

You hear it all your life. . .about how time fly's, but you absolutely do not understand until you are a

grown up.

2014 has over all been a good year to the Wilkinson 5.

We've laughed some, cried some, yelled some, taken leaps of faith, tripped over baby steps and

learned along the way.   Some days we loved each other more, others we weren't sure what

we were doing and why we were doing it together.  But, everyday God was there.



Jerry and I celebrated twenty-two years of marriage.  It hasn't all been sunshine and roses, romance

and candlelight, but grace has flowed and God's been patient with us - and we even survived our

first ever major house remodeling project as we gutted our hall bathroom.  We laugh more than we

cried and we loved more than we were angry. I call that a success.


This year we crossed some thresholds has parents.


Chose a new school path for our oldest-who also had the audacity to turn 16- which hasn't been easy

but has been very rewarding.  Saw that same kiddo through a major eye surgery.  And let him set

out on a grand adventure with his friends were he spent six days canoeing in the remote Boundary

Waters of Minnesota.


Our Middle is stepping his toe into the Tween/Teen years, and we are gearing up to hang on.

Watching him become a man of prayer and a loving friend and big brother has inspired me on

many difficult days.  He also pushes me and makes me think which often leaves me tired and worn

out-but I wouldn't trade it for the world.  He recently finished up playing one of the main characters

in the school Christmas program. . .something so far out of his comfort zone, but he did it and did it

well.  I want to be as brave as him when I grow up.  And if I could just siphon off some of that energy

--well, I'd be rich.



Our precious baby girl, isn't a baby anymore.  She's eight and growing into a beautiful, smart, fun

young lady.  I see the 'mean girl' thing beginning to creep into her peer group at school -and oh if

I could I would shield her from every hurt.  But that is a mother's heartbreak, we can't protect them

from everything. So we teach, and love and listen.  As I watch her discovering who she is and

watch her gifts unfold, I marvel at how I could be this fantastic person's mother.




Personally, this has been a somewhat difficult year for me.  I've struggled with some health issues that

landed me in the hospital in March and still are giving me the business.  I've taken on more hours at

my children's school, which while a blessing, has also been an adjustment. I've lost a friendship

along the way that has still left me somewhat broken.

But, each step, God has been there.

I was blessed to be apart of the launch team for Beth Moore's newest Bible study, Children of the Day

and speak at a few churches and ladies groups-which I pray I never take for granted.  Women's

Ministry, and doing it well, burns deep in my bones.  The blog is like a faithful friend, even when

neglected it's still there waiting for me and I've been blessed to have several new readers and

encouragers this year, which I do not take lightly. The fact that people would take their precious time

and read my words and then comment or share them with others is a wonder and a blessing to me

each and every time.  So, thank you Dear Readers, you are more precious to me than you know.


2015 is a blank slate.  Just waiting there for us to put our stamp upon it.

Dreams and passions to pursue.  Goals to conquer.  Laundry to fold, bathrooms to clean,  groceries to

be bought--


 and grace to find in the everyday and ordinary.

What will this year bring?  I don't know. But,  I know who goes before and I know He has a plan, for

me and for you too.

Jeremiah 29:11 I know the plans I have for you,” announces the Lord. “I want you to enjoy success. I do not plan to harm you. I will give you hope for the years to come.



Blessings to you, My Friends, in this new year to come.  As you wave goodbye to 2014 I would

love to hear some highlights and how you saw God at work there.


Grace and Peace,