It's Time To Take Your Pulse

If you could accomplish one “great” thing for the Kingdom of God, what would it be?

If you could be known for a singular yet stellar accomplishment, what would it be?

If you could leave a lasting legacy, what would it be?

The truth is this … you do, indeed, have this one-of-a-kind opportunity!

You, as a package of frail humanity, have the opportunity to do something so miraculous and so extraordinary with your life that heaven will stand to its feet and roar in approval!

You, as a mere parcel of weaknesses and doubts, of strengths and quirks, of talents and imperfections, have been given the grand probability of making a difference at your moment in recorded history.

We all have a calling upon our lives that is beyond anything we could ever dream or imagine. 

We all have been made by the Creator of the universe on purpose … with purpose … and for purpose!

You have not been left out of this remarkable plan! Your life matters … your heart matters … you time matters … your choices matter … YOU matter!

I believe that it is vitally important every so often to assess the “pulse” of our passions in life.  In assessing your pulse, let me ask you some thought-provoking questions today -

What is it that causes you to get out of bed in the morning?

What is your last thought at night as you are drifting off to sleep?

Have you determined to make your minutes matter for eternity?

There is a scripture, nestled into the pages of the Book of Acts that has totally undone me for the past few years.  I discovered this powerful verse when I was in a wretched battle with cancer. I don’t know what battle you are in today … but I have a feeling that you need to be introduced to this verse!

“For David, after he had served the purpose of God in his own generation, fell asleep and was laid among his fathers and underwent decay.” – Acts 13:36

God has a purpose for you in your own generation, just like He did for David!

God has something for you to accomplish that is not on anyone else’s “To-Do” list!

Knowing that God has a purpose for an ordinary life and knowing that our days are indeed numbered, how do we discover the purpose for which we have been created?

Do you, like me, long to live in that sweet spot of God’s purpose for life? However, often it seems that “purpose” plays a perpetual game of hide and seek with me!

This is what do I know even when “purpose” is nowhere to be found … God has a plan for my life that surpasses my wildest dreams!  Of that one thing I am sure!  Of that I am convinced!

And so – I will spend all of my days serving Him, loving Him, enjoying Him and trying to match His heart of purpose.

I won’t give in … I won’t give up … I will only give all I have for His call on my life!

You know, I have been thinking lately how I raised my children to dream big dreams and to climb high mountains.  I taught them that they were pre-wired to live an unprecedented life.  And all of that is true, isn’t it?

But what if I had taught my children how to be servants instead?  What if I had taught them, by word and by example, that in order to live a truly great life you must discover the joy of serving others?!

“Whoever wishes to become great among you shall be your servant.” – Matthew 20:26

What if, rather than challenging my children to earn degrees, to hit home runs, to write best-selling books, or to compose great pieces of music, I had simply taught them the uncommon value of humble servanthood?

You see … perhaps we have it all wrong.  Maybe those of us who live in the Western world in the first part of the 21st. Century have been hoodwinked and lied to by our culture.

Our culture places great value on entertainment, on championship rings and on political prowess.  Our culture esteems business acumen, notoriety and Ivy League degrees.

Now, there is nothing intrinsically wrong with Grammy Awards, college scholarships or running for political office.  But it is not any of those things that has the power to make a person “great” in his or her heart.

Earthly accomplishments are not the stuff of which a great life is made.

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A great life is always built upon the foundation of servanthood.  Always.

The purpose that God has for you in your own generation is to serve those who are in need … to love those who are difficult … and to be patient with those who are prickly.

The purpose that God has for you in your own generation is to call your mother or grandmother … to listen to your children’s jokes … and to say an encouraging word to your pastor.

The purpose that God has for you in your own generation is to go about doing good just like Jesus did!

“You know of Jesus of Nazareth, how God anointed Him with the Holy Spirit and with power, and how He went about doing good …” – Acts 10:38

If “doing good” was “good” enough for Jesus … then it is good enough for you and it is good enough for me!

So, today, my dear friend, don’t get lost in the quagmire of success, of accomplishment or of notoriety … simply find someone who needs a helping hand and then offer it.

You will discover your great purpose when you determine that Jesus has called you to be just like Him … and He turned His 33 years of earthly living into a grand-slam demonstration of the goodness and power of God!

Thanks for listening to my heart this week.  As you know by now, my heart is truly not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I have been given and for the people who walk with me.  And, it continues to be a heart that is relentlessly chasing after God and all that He is!

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Good, Good Father

What does the word “Father” mean to you?

For some, it brings back warm feelings of safety, provision, wisdom and laughter.

I always knew that I was supremely safe when my father was around … that no verified need of mine would ever go unmet … that I had a grand source of wisdom at my beck and call … and that when Dad was home there was always something to be happy about.

I had a rare father … a one-in-a-million Dad

He was a general of the faith, a student of the Bible, a missionary-supporter, a lover of my mom, a gardener and as steady as they come.

My dad’s name will never be in a history book for discovering the cure to some dread disease, for establishing world peace or for making millions of dollars. But in my book, there will never be anyone like him.  No one will ever come close to the man that my dad was. No one at all.

You see … a man’s name is never recorded for growing the world’s tastiest tomato, or for planning unforgettable family vacations that were filled with fun and adventure, or for teaching the Bible to the adult Sunday school class for nearly 40 years.

The world doesn’t deem it of value to know that my dad was never in debt, he only used a tender tone of voice in the home and that he supported an entire family of missionaries. 

My dad was an expert donut-maker, bicycle rider and was the consummate Jack-of-all-trades.  There was no plumbing problem that he was unable to fix … no toy that he was unable to put back together … and no vegetable that he was unable to can or freeze!

If a “Hall of Fame of Fathers” existed … my dad would deserve the number one spot.  Year after year after year.  Every year.  To infinity and beyond!

And so, when I hear the endearing word, “Father” … or “Dad” … or “Daddy” … my heart swells with a sweet pride and with a deep gratitude for the man who raised me and loved me.

He was a general … a giant … and a champion.  And he was my dad.  I was his little girl.  Even now, although he has been in heaven for 15 years, my heart expands at knowing the blessing of being raised by a truly great man.

However, for other people, the word “father” stirs up emotions of dread, displeasure and disappointment. My heart breaks for you if you don’t have the same memories of your dad that I do of mine. How I wish that I could turn back the hands of time and invite you, as a child, to join in the benefit of living under the same roof with me and my dad!  There was nothing like it.  Nothing like it at all.

Since I am unable to share my earthly dad with you … this Father’s Day … I’d like to share my heavenly Father with you!

You and I do indeed share a good, good Father.  He is compassionate beyond understanding and generous beyond measure; all of the wisdom of all of the ages begins and ends in His vast storehouse of knowledge.

Your Daddy’s heart is filled with great joy over your life and He can’t wait to spend time with you! He is never too busy for you and is never preoccupied with sports, technology or finances.  Isn’t that a rich comfort to your soul that has been desperately longing for a date with your Dad?!

Our Dad is infinitely patient and is never critical.  He believes that you are the masterpiece of His creation and loves watching your life unfold. 

He cheers for you when you are weak … sings to you when you are afraid … and believes in you when you don’t believe in yourself.

He is quite a Man, that Dad of yours!

Your Dad is slow to anger … and even when He does get angry it doesn’t last very long. It’s His favor that lasts for your entire life. 

When you feel alone, He gets your older Brother in on the family action.  Your older Brother always joins in the cheers, always is praying and always sings the songs the loudest that are meant for you and for you alone. Your older Brother’s Name is Jesus … perhaps you have heard of Him?

Your Dad loves to take long walks with you on this journey known as “life” and refuses to allow you to walk alone. He knows that there are dangers ahead, mountains to climb and dark valley’s to travel through; He holds your hand and whispers in your ear words of encouragement and hope - no matter what the topography of your life looks like.

Your Dad is quite the Man! You have that one-in-eternity kind of Father. So, this Father’s Day, rather than being filled with regret over what your childhood home was lacking, perhaps you could stir up some gratitude for the best Father of all!

Spend time with Him because He is just one prayer away. Listen to His voice because He has oceans of wisdom for you.  And please remember to just jump in His lap and enjoy His arms around you.  There’s nothing else He would rather do than to simply snuggle with you … not only on Father’s Day but also on every day of the year!

Thanks for listening to my heart this week. As you know by now, my heart is truly not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I have been given and for the people who walk with me. And, it continues to be a heart that is relentlessly chasing after God, and all that He is!

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If I Had a Do-Over (in Parenting)...

Oh! If I could only travel back in time and do it all over again! Does your heart ever feel that way?

I know that I am supposed to leave the past behind and trust God with my memories. I know that. And I try to do it … I really do.

But there are just some moments in life when the past comes roaring upon me like a fast-moving and powerful train … and there I stand watching it all fly by me.

I see all of my yesterdays – the good and bad of it all. I see the successes and the failures. The sweet and the challenging. The yummy and the distasteful.

I see precious memories of childhood and the safety of my parents’ home. Birthday parties … Christmas morning … and just the joy of an ordinary dinner around the kitchen table with the people who laid the foundation for the woman I am today.

I remember being at the altar and giving my heart to Jesus and praying for the Holy Spirit to fill me with power. Even as a child, I remember just wanting more of Jesus.

I remember as a teen-ager and being caught at the crossroads of right and wrongof sin and morality … of Jesus and the culture. Oh! How I wish I could have a do-over in that moment.

I recall like it was just yesterday leaving for a college that was over 1,000 miles away from home and family.  I was caught in the bittersweet excitement where yesterday and tomorrow meet. It was my very first plane ride and upon takeoff it took me so much further than only 1,000 miles away from home.  It took me from childhood to adulthood … it flew me from dependent to independent … it transported me from being a dreamer to becoming a doer. That plane ride on that August morning in 1973 didn’t just take me to Tulsa, Oklahoma … it landed me exactly in my God-ordained destiny.

I remember the moment when I knew that Craig McLeod was the one for me. I felt the generous favor and love of God wash over my undeserving heart.

And how I remember holding my first baby in my arms!

There is no joy like the joy of new life.  A baby … so fresh from heaven … had been entrusted to us.

We were only ordinary people and yet God, in His grand plan, had given us a miracle in the flesh to hold … to love … to raise … to train … and to let go.

And then two years later there was another adorable son to love … and then a third son who was ever so wanted … and then the gift of a sweet little girl … and then one more daughter as the grandest surprise of all!

And … if I could do parenting all over again … there are some things that I would certainly do the same while other things I would change drastically.

I think that wanting a “do-over” with parenting perhaps is the greatest emotional challenge of all, isn’t it?

Somehow, as our hearts look back over the panorama of the parenting years, we tend to linger more on the mistakes that we made rather than on the battles that were won under our watch.

I have to train my mind and my heart to remember the victories and not merely the failures.  I must call forth the wonderful memories to rise to the top of the treasure chest known as my heart.

And so in this moment – I feel compelled to share with especially the parents of the next generation – some of the things that I would do differently if I could do it all over again. 

Will you indulge me in a brief and tender lesson coming from an older mom’s heart?

I would laugh more and scold less.

I would keep the minor things minor.

I would snuggle more and let the dust bunnies multiply.

I would let go of outside interests and activities so that I was better able to focus on the best activity of all – raising a family for the unshakable Kingdom of God.

I would read to them more and put away the distraction that screens presented.

I would rock longer and kiss away the tears.

I would listen to every joke … every story … and every heartbreak with rapt and undivided attention.

There will always be dishes to do … bills to pay … and laundry to fold.  But there won’t always be little people who just want me.

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I would give them more of me.

I would keep laughter ringing in every corner of my home.

I would teach them how to sing through the hard days of life! There is nothing like a song in your heart to wash away the disappointment of life.

I would memorize the Bible with them. Every day of every week of every month of every year … I would place the Word of God in their hearts.

I would discipline … but I wouldn’t yell. I would train … but I wouldn’t send them on guilt trips.

I would try to remember that their little hearts had been loaned to me for such a very short time and so I would treat each heart as a fragile and valuable commodity.

I would let them splash in mud puddles and not worry about dirty, wet shoes.

I would read an extra story rather than declaring that it was too late.

I would stop by the side of the road and let my children giggle at the cows wandering in the field

I would let them catch fireflies on a summer’s evening … I would let them play with play dough on a rainy afternoon even though it made a mess … I would let them stay up late and wait for Daddy even when it was past their bedtime.

I would let them help me bake cookies … I would take them to Gramma’s house more often … and I would just listen to the sound of their laughter.

That’s what I would do if I could do it all over again.  So young mom … young dad … if you are listening … I hope that you will turn my wishes into your reality.

Life flies by at the speed of light so don’t miss your moment to sing … to read … to hold … to giggle … to pray.

This moment will never come again.

Thanks for listening to my heart this week.  As you know by now, my heart is truly not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I have been given and for the people who walk with me.  And, it continues to be a heart that is relentlessly chasing after God and all that He is!

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You Cannot Be...

As you all know by now, one of my lifetime goals is to live perpetually in a place of enthusiastic joy.  The choice to live in close companionship with joy is not always an easy task for a woman like me who also has a warped bent toward depression.

Often I write about the things that bring joy into my life … but lately I have been thinking about those areas in life that keep me from joy.  I have been pondering decisions, disciplines and habits that often deny me from that which I need so desperately.

I need more joy.

And so … for this week … on this day … this is what I have learned …

You cannot be selfish and joyful at the same time.

Selfishness always smothers any joy that is living in my heart. When I am more concerned about me … and my agenda … and my preferences … and my opinions than I am of the needs of others … joy always gets up and walks regretfully out the door of my heart.

Joy and selfishness are mutually exclusive. 

If I long to embrace a massive joy with reckless abandon, then I must also die to self and live for others.  I must.

Selfishness stifles joy in a way that nothing else does. Selflessness is the miracle fertilizer that causes joy to grow abundantly and causes that same joy to flourish in every season of life!

Selfishness has to go if my heart is to maintain its fervent level of joy.

Be gone, selfishness … be gone!

You cannot be ungrateful and joyful at the same time.

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When I teach on the extraordinary topic of “joy”, oftentimes people stare at me with blank faces and with absolutely no understanding at all! As I look out into a sea of confused and vacant stares, I often boil it down to this one thought:

If you don’t understand joy … then just be thankful.  Thankfulness and joy are not so very far apart.

If you choose not to be thankful for your life, your friends, your family and your daily blessings … then you will never fully experience joy.

When I feel the sludge of depression begin to inch its way into my life, I often choose to sit down and begin to write down all of the things for which I am grateful.

When life overwhelms me and people frustrate me, I being to thank God for the sweet gift of a new day … for green grass and for the gentle breeze that is quietly intruding through my open windows … for vibrant health … and for the Bible.

As I quiet my soul and stir up gratitude, joy returns home and joins in the eager conversation.

Thanks for coming back, joy.  I missed you! I am thankful for you, joy!

You cannot be fearful and joyful at the same time.

Fear is that monster that lives under the bed of quietude and threatens to come out during some unknown day in the nebulous future.

Of course … whatever you fear never comes out … it is only a creation of your imaginative fear.

Fear exists when I refuse to trust the Father and when I refuse to humbly acknowledge His care for me.

Fear creeps out of its dark hiding place when I allow worry to have the last word in a heated conversation with my soul.

When fear puts its dreaded stamp on my thought processes, joy is forced out of my heart … yet not by its own choice.

Joy wants to stay but fear tells it to go.

How do I win against fear and worry? 

That’s an easy question … I win with trust.  I win when I choose to trust the Lord who is all-powerful and all-loving and Who is intimately concerned about my life.

Trust once again opens the door and puts out the welcome mat for joy!

You cannot be jealous and joyful at the same time.

When I want someone else’s life more than my own … joy regretfully leaves.

When I compare what I have with what others have been given or have earned … joy packs its bags and lingers longingly outside the door of my heart.

There is no room for joy in a heart that is filled with envy or unbridled infatuation for the gifts that someone else possesses.

Joy maintains its steady presence in my life when I am sweetly satisfied with what I have been given by the generous hand of God...

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Joy and contentment are cherished roommates living in a compatible relationship.

Hello contentment … hello joy!

You cannot be angry and joyful at the same time.

And finally … anger will obliterate any chance of joy ever taking up residence in the heart of you.

Angry words … volatile thoughts … enraged actions … furious attitudes … all send joy flying out the door of your life!

And then annoyance slams the door while rage throws away the key.

Anger not only denies you of any hope of maintaining a sense of joy in your life … anger actually despises joy.

The flames of white, hot anger incinerates joy and only leaves the charred remains of a formerly joy-filled life.

Anger blazes with a ferocity that cremates the very last buds of joy in a person’s life.

I have never known an angry person who was joyful and I have never known a joyful person who was angry.  Have you?

Thoroughly drench your anger with the peace that passes understanding … and it is with the saturation of peace that joy will be revived.

Peace will blow new life back into the smoldering remains of joy.

Today is your day!

Today is the day for joy to be restored in your life!

Shoo selfishness, ingratitude, fear, jealousy and anger out the door and prepare to be inundated with the joy that is peculiar only to Christ-followers!

Today is your day for joy!

Thanks for listening to my heart this week.  As you know by now, my heart is truly not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I have been given and for the people who walk with me.  And, it continues to be a heart that is relentlessly chasing after God and all that He is!

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The Joy of an Ordinary Day

How I love life! 

The raw rays of sunshine that creep into my windows and gently nudge me awake are the first gift of a new day. It is a fierce sunshine that defiantly foils the ability of the window shades to prevent its cheerful entrance.

I love those early moments of a day so fresh from heaven when everything and anything is a rare possibility!

As I convince my 60-something year old body to crawl out of its warm cocoon, I wonder what God will do in me and through me that bright new day. What a delight to dream about the plans that He has created just for me!

And then … there is coffee!!  Who can start a day without a cup of dark-roasted, milk-lightened caffeine?!  “Heaven in a Cup” is what I have affectionately dubbed it!  Whew … it’s good stuff to get one’s body and soul in motion on a day that is filled with the promises of God!

Sometimes I think that I could just live off of coffee and sunshine!  It’s a winning team every day of the calendar year.

But what comes next in my early morning routine trumps all other human delights.

It is the joy of all joys and the peace that passes understanding.

The ambrosia that captivates me and calls me by my name is a delectation too delicious not to share with you! It is infinitely better than coffee or earthly sunshine!

It is the time that I willfully spend lingering in the Word of God.

How I love my Bible!

I hunker down in the early morning hours, before the rest of the world has awakened, to hear from God, the Creator of the universe.

Imagine that!  God wants to talk to me!  It’s an incredible invitation, isn’t it?! Who would ever refuse this sweet request?

“The Father requests the honor of your presence at the start of each day!”

As I open the sacred pages that have brought such wisdom and joy to me over the course of my life, I begin to weep. 

He cares for me. 

He talks to me. 

He is interested in me.

He has thoughts that He longs to share with me.

The innocent and pristine morning moments, with my Bible open at my desk, are among the most valuable moments of every day. 

I am the treasure chest and He is the pearl of great price!

I am the empty one and He is the Fulfiller.

I am the student and He is the Teacher.

I am the disciple and He is the Discipler.

It is the decision to accept the invitation into His presence that gives me the strength that I will need for all of the challenges that are lurking in the life that I love so dearly. I have been endowed with power from on high and there is nothing too difficult for the Christ that lives victoriously in me!

Greater is He that is in me than he that is in the world.

Christ in me the hope of glory!

I am more than a conqueror through Him who loves me!

He will always lead me in triumph in Christ Jesus.

How would I know those eternal truths if I didn’t open my Bible?! How would I ever be able to carry on unless I had His strength to carry me?

Life is a vacuum of shrill demands, unending stress and perpetual pain unless you have Him to deliver joy to your spiritual mailbox each day!

Delivering joy to an ordinary day is what He does best!

After reading His sweet words, I think that it is time for another cup of morning coffee so off I go to the kitchen to fix a cup of that which wakes me up.  It is a cup that overflows with patience, straight thinking and energy!

After throwing in a load of laundry, smiling at my husband and wiping the kitchen counter, I go back to His presence and begin to pray. 

I listen and He talks.

I talk and He listens.

I worship and He smiles.

I ask and He understands.

I beg and He holds me.

Prayer is the rigorous and strenuous work of my day.  Some people dig ditches, some people teach little minds, some folks deliver mail … I pray.

The effective prayer of a righteous person can accomplish much.” – James 5:15

Can you even believe it?! My fervent prayers get the job done!  The work to which I have been assigned is a mountain-moving, Red Sea-parting, storm-calming, death-raising, Satan-scaring, bread-multiplying assignment!

Wow!  And I got the job! No wonder I love this life so much!

But now the time has come! This is the moment for which I have been created!

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The morning has evolved into a glorious day filled with rare and precious possibilities.

The joy of living is found in simply taking Jesus to my world.  The eternal delight that is sandwiched between demands and stress is tasted when a common man or an ordinary woman decides to be Jesus to the world.

When others are impatient … I am called to remain patient and forgiving.

When people gossip and complain … I am challenged to smile and encourage.

When the economy crumbles and the nation is divided … I decide to trust God and to offer His presence, which is an olive branch like no other.

When people are sick … I choose to pray.

When friends are in lack … I am invited to give!

No wonder I love life so much!  Life, at its very core, is the call to be like Jesus.

Life holds the constant satisfaction of discovering the joy in an ordinary and uneventful day.

No day is ever to be wasted in discouragement or in disappointment.  There is a world out there that needs what only you can give! 

There is an entire culture that is void of purpose, of hope and of strength … the culture in which you live needs the Jesus that lives in you!

So go discover the joy!  And while you’re at it … invite a friend to coffee!! 

Thanks for listening to my heart this week.  As you know by now, my heart is truly not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I have been given and for the people who walk with me.  And, it continues to be a heart that is relentlessly chasing after God and all that He is!

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The Fertile Ground of You!

I remember the feeling of the warm, damp earth under my bare toes and the sweet thrill of companionship as I walked up and down the garden rows with my father.

The memory lives on in the picture book of my soul although the years have quickly passed.

My short and bouncy steps were always frustratingly trying to equal my Daddy’s long and steady steps.  We were quite the pair!

Every spring it was our tradition.  He planted and I watchedHe taught and I learnedHe talked and I listenedHe led and I followed.

I giggled and he smiledI stumbled and he caught me. I looked up and he looked down. I lost interest and he encouraged.

We carefully prepared the soil for the seeds that would soon be nestled in the safety and comfort of the spring earth.  My dad taught me how to remove the weeds and the small stones that could potentially harm the growth of that which was soon to be carefully and lovingly planted.

After the planting had been completed, it was then that we would retrieve those little packets that had initially held the seeds and then attach the seed envelope to a small stake.  My patient father would then pound the stake into the ground so that we would know as the days and weeks passed what we had planted in that garden row.

Radishes.

Carrots.

Onions.

Green Beans.

Tomatoes.

The weeks of sunshine and rain … weeding and watching … made my mouth and my heart water for the harvest.

I wonder what stake you have planted in the rich and expectant soil of your heart.  What do you intend to grow in that fertile ground that is known as “you”?

I determined long ago that the character stakes planted in the open ground of my life would be labeled “integrity” and “kindness”.

I long to be known as a woman of unmatched integrity. 

My word is my bond and I will be faithful to complete that which I have committed to do.  I will not lie, exaggerate or take that which is not mine. Honor has been planted in the deepest part of me and I refuse to allow the weeds of compromise, deceit or corruption to mar the harvest that integrity provides.

Do you see it?  Do you see the stake in my life labeled “Integrity”?

I know that often I have a long way to go and much to learn yet that stake serves as a reminder of what I intend to grow in the earth of my soul.

When I am at a crossroads, I look at the stake marked “Integrity”.

When I am tempted, I remember that stake with the word “Integrity” on it.

When the world crumbles around me, I whisper, “Integrity”.

When I have failed, I cry out for “Integrity”.

“O Lord, who may abide in Your tent? Who may dwell on Your holy hill? He who walks with integrity and works righteousness, and speaks truth in His heart.” – Psalm 15:1 & 2

The second stake in the garden of my character is one with the virtue of “Kindness” emboldened on it.

It is my desire and delight to be the kindest woman in my generation

I will not ignore what kindness has called me to accomplish.

I will not forget that the simple deeds sown in kindness will often reap a gargantuan harvest of blessings.

If spite is the weed … then kindness is the flower.

If impatience is the stone … then kindness is the fertilizer.

If selfish living is the problem … then kindness is the answer.

If gossip is the virus … then kindness is the cure.

“She opens her mouth in wisdom and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.” – Proverbs 31:26

Preparing. Planting. Receiving.

In a garden the gardener must prepare the ground to receive the seed; then, that same gardener skillfully and purposefully plants what he or she intends to harvest. 

And finally, the gardener is the recipient of bounty! Of an unmatched harvest! Of a multiplication that only God could have planned!

What stakes have you set immovably in your life?  Have you labeled that which you intend to grow?

I hope that today you will plant a garden with your loving Father and that you will listen to His wise words as He prepares your heart for a greatness and a harvest that only He will accomplish.

“Sow with a view to righteousness, reap in accordance with kindness; break up your fallow ground for it is time to seek the Lord until He comes to rain righteousness on your life.” – Hosea 10:12

Thanks for listening to my heart this week.  As you know by now, my heart is truly not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I have been given and for the people who walk with me.  And, it continues to be a heart that is relentlessly chasing after God and all that He is!

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A Lot of Living to Do

As I sit here writing today, my windows are open and the music of the birds is floating into my home and into my heart. There is currently a sweet springtime shower drenching the soil that used to be hardened by winter, however, earlier today I heard the welcome sound of the grass being mowed all throughout my neighborhood.

The sounds and aroma of this time of year have always been a delicious balm to my winter-weary soul.

But for some reason, this year, the delight that generally accompanies the arrival of spring, has been mixed with a quiet sadness. I, who have fought depression for so many years, am careful to keep my fingers on the pulse of my emotions.  And so, I am quick to recognize a malaise of the soul when it quietly creeps unsuspectingly into my heart.

Why am I sad?  What is it that is causing this muted pain?

Yesterday when I pulled into my driveway after a full weekend of speaking and ministering to women, the neighborhood children were out in full-force.  There was a raucous soccer game going on across the street with little legs chasing down the ball accompanied by giggles that were echoing across the lawn and up the driveway. As I exited my car and stretched my cramped legs, I waved to a group of parents who were watching the miniature soccer extravaganza.  I couldn’t help but smile.

Next door there was a group of sweaty, loud teen-age boys who were playing basketball with no reserve.  You would have thought it was the Final Four happening right there on the driveway asphalt!  The father who lives next door was serving as the single ref and you could tell by the grin on his face that he loved every minute of it! He winked at me as he tried to keep the boys from being too rough.

As I pulled my luggage from the car, I saw a young couple pushing a double-stroller that carried a talkative toddler and a crying baby.  They were obviously high-tailing it for home, so distraught was the little one, but I loved the sight of this precious family enjoying the first Sunday of spring.

For so many years, as I anticipated the blossoming days of spring and then looked forward to the long, hot days of summer, I was surrounded by a clan of children! 

How I loved the sidewalk chalk that decorated my driveway and the Popsicle sticks that littered my front porch!

There was nothing like hearing a knock or two on the front door and knowing that one of the Snapp boys had come over to play baseball in our front yard. 

I adored looking out my front window and watching the Cox girls slowly strolling up our long driveway with their dolls in their arms to spend the afternoon with Joy and Joni.

And then, as my children grew, and went away to college, summertime was the season when they still came home

Their knees were under my table at dinnertime.  Their laundry was piled high in my laundry room. Their laughter was still a part of the fabric of summertime in my life.

Now, all five McLeod children are grown and gone and have established wonderful lives in cities and states far away.  Summer no longer calls them to come home.

There are no soccer games in my front yard nor is there a masterpiece drawn in chalk on the sidewalk that leads to porch.

There are no sweaty boys in my driveway arguing over the ref’s call.

The strollers have all been given away and Popsicles are no longer a summer staple in my freezer.

Springtime no longer invites my children to come home.

Summer stretches before me with no welcome interruptions by those little people who so quickly grew up.

And that is why I am sad.

I think that all women who know the reality of the empty nest can relate to the ache of my heart.  What used to be … no longer is.

However, I refuse to be consumed with the past.  I am determined that as a woman my best days are not behind me but there is still a lot of living to do! I will always cherish the days when my nest was full and my house was messy but today I purpose to fully embrace the work that God has set in front of me.

And so while the birds are chirping their vibrant song, I will sing as well! 

While the neighborhood children are out playing and sweating and laughing, I will remind their parents to enjoy every minute of childhood!

While the grass is being mowed, I will not only savor the aroma of summer but I will breathe in the fragrance of heaven as well.

Although my home might seem empty, my heart is filled with the joy of tomorrow and all that God has called me to do in His Kingdom.

And who knows?! If a neighborhood child or two happens to wander into my yard, they might discover a friendly woman who has a Popsicle or two waiting in the freezer as a treat on a hot day! And, I might just ask the sticky urchins to wait for a minute while I find my sidewalk chalk … because, after all, every driveway needs a summertime masterpiece!

Thanks for listening to my heart this week.  As you know by now, my heart is truly not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I have been given and for the people who walk with me.  And, it continues to be a heart that is relentlessly chasing after God and all that He is!

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Seasons of Change

Seasons. 

There is nothing like the change of the seasons to stir the smoldering coals of expectation in a human heart

What season are you in today?  Now … I am actually not talking about fall … winter … summer or spring.

I am referring to a season of change … or a season of challenge … or a season of contentment … or a season of nothing but happy … or a season of hard.

I have found myself in a season of surrender … and … honestly … it has been nothing but sweet.

Sweet surrender. 

Not every season is a season of surrender, however.

There are times in life when God calls you to go after your giant with the five smooth stones that you have found in your hand.  He calls you to be relentless and bold and audacious as you come against that monstrous and mountainous thing that stands in your way.

We all have a Goliath, don’t we? 

Goliath was that behemoth of a man that taunted the armies of the living God.  He was too big for his britches and he wore some mighty big britches!  Goliath and his buddies were a blood-thirsty gang of hoodlums who were looking for a fight with the people of God.

What is your Goliath? 

What is that thing that has smack-talked to you for the past season of your life?  Your Goliath may not carry a sword or a shield but he brandishes weapons of life-killing intent in every encounter.  Your Goliath might charge at you with unemployment, infertility, sexual abuse, loneliness, depression, divorce or rebellious children.

A Goliath usually seems bigger than you are … it stalks you day and night … and never ceases its incessant chatter.

“Then David spoke to the men who were standing by him, saying, “What will be done for the man who kills this Philistine and takes away the reproach from Israel? For who is this uncircumcised Philistine, that he should taunt the armies of the living God?” – I Samuel 17:26

The more experienced and older soldiers had run away from the threats of Goliath, but not the boy David! He knew that His God was bigger and stronger than any giant would ever be!

The shepherd boy started telling the giant Goliath what his fate was going to be before one blow was even taken.

“This day the Lord will deliver you up into my hands and I will strike you down and remove your head from you.  And I will give the dead bodies of the army of the Philistines this day to the birds of the sky and the wild beasts of the earth that all the earth may know that there is a God in Israel.” – I Samuel 17:46

When was the last time that you did that?  When was the last time that you told your Goliath exactly where he was going?!

You are chopped liver, unemployment!

You are under my feet, cancer and diabetes!

My children will serve the Lord, you demon of rebellion!

The true victory was won before David even put the little stone into his boyhood slingshot.  When David began to declare the power of God over his enemy, all of the appointed heavenly host came to the shepherd boy’s aid.

“Thus David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and a stone and he struck the Philistine and killed him; but there was no sword in David’s hand.” – I Samuel 17:50

David didn’t need a sword in his hand because the sword was in his mouth!  David took down the enemy the very instant that he began talking about the Name and the power of God.

I have killed some giants in my day.  I have charged situations and challenges; I have been known to declare victory before the battle even had begun.  I have stormed the forces of hell and fought the good fight of faith with nothing but worship and the Word of God.

My middle name is “Bold”. 

When the enemy sees me coming, he has been known to say, “Here comes one relentless woman!”

But sometimes … God calls us to an Abrahamic moment.

And that’s where I am today … in a season of sweet surrender.

Do you remember the story of Abraham and Sarah?  They had no children until she was almost 90 and Abraham was knocking on the door of 100 years old.  They were mostly toothless, forgetful and that honeymoon glow had long disappeared.

And yet God gave them a little boy named Isaac.  What joy!  What incredulity! What laughter!  What a miracle!

But when Isaac was a strapping young man, filled with potential and destiny, God asked Abraham to sacrifice Isaac on the altar as a burnt offering.

What?!  Are you kidding me, God?!  You answered with a son … and then You require him of Abraham and Sarah?

One of the most breathtaking miracles of this story is that Abraham didn’t argue with God.  Abraham didn’t tell God all of the reasons why Isaac shouldn’t die.

The Bible tells us that early the next morning, after hearing the voice of God, that Abraham took Isaac up the mountain.

What an arduous climb that must have been!

Abraham loved God more than he loved his son.  Abraham had heard the voice of God and knew of no other way to live than to simply obey God.

Sweet surrender.

Abraham bound up his son, laid him on the altar and as the knife was poised in the air, ready to pierce the chest of Isaac, God intervened.

An angel of the Lord appeared on the scene and told Abraham that he had passed God’s test.

“The angel said, “Do not stretch out your hand against the land, and do nothing to him; for now I know that you fear God since you have not withheld your son, your only son, from Me.” – Genesis 22:12

What is God asking you to surrender today?  A dream … a relationship … a memory.

Maybe God is asking you to give up your vacation this year and go on a missions trip instead.

Perhaps God is requiring you to give a large sum of money to a ministry or to your church.

Maybe God is quietly whispering in your ear that it is time for you to surrender a habit, an addiction or an opinion.

I am in a season of surrender. 

God has asked me to lay down so many things during this season of change in my life that I have lost count! There have been moments when the pain has been enormous in the surrendering. However, there have been other times during my arduous climb up the mountain of surrender, when it has been so sweet that I could nearly smell the atmosphere of heaven.

Is God calling you to a David moment?  Is it time for you to charge your giant with the Word of God? If it is … do it with all of your might! You serve a mighty big God, my friend!

Or have you been called, at this season in your life, to an Abrahamic moment? Is it time for you to experience the sweetness of surrender?  If this is your calling today, I will see you there … on the mountain of surrender … inhaling the atmosphere of heaven.

Thanks for listening to my heart this week.  As you know by now, my heart is truly not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I have been given and for the people who walk with me.  And, it continues to be a heart that is relentlessly chasing after God and all that He is!

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Into the Storm

Storms.  Nobody likes them … no one would choose them … and yet still storms happen, don’t they?

Storms can be ferocious and lengthy … or they can be short and sweet. 

I can appreciate the predicted storm … the storm that I know is coming and for which I can make the necessary preparations in order to insure my safety.

There are, however, other storms that defy the forecast and come with no regard for preparation or for safety.  The storm that takes an innocent person by surprise is neither appreciated nor is it welcome.

Roofs are blown off houses … foundations at times shift … tree branches come crashing violently down in the most unwelcome places … and even leaves are all in a twitter. 

Rarely does a storm blow through a region without some type of damage being done.  Storms are often powerful and always make their presence known whether it is by rain, snow, wind, sleet or hail.

The truth is … call me crazy … but I love a good storm from time to time.  I love the preparation and the excited anticipation of what type of storm might be coming my way!  I love the hours or days when I am snug in my own home watching the tempest rage while I remain safe from the elements.  I do pity the person who is forced to be out in the storm and am always so thankful for my lot in life.

I don’t know what kind of storm you are in today but I do know that storms happen to everyone. 

One of my favorite storms happened in the Bible to a bunch of men who were just trying to obey their Master.  Jesus had just multiplied 5 little pieces of bread and 2 sardines in order to feed 5,000 ravenous men plus their wives and children.

What a miracle that was!

After these disciples saw that fantastic occurrence with their very own eyes, Jesus told them to get into the boat and to travel across to the other side.

“But the boat was already a long distance from the land, battered by the waves for the wind was contrary.” – Matthew 14:24

A contrary wind that blows into an unsuspecting life has the frightening potential to accomplish some major “battering”, doesn’t it?

What contrary gust of circumstance has battered your life?  Is it finances or health issues?  Perhaps your battering has been caused by a relationship that is stormy or by a great disappointment that has drenched your hope.

“And in the fourth watch of the night Jesus came to them, walking on the sea. When the disciples saw Him walking on the sea, they were terrified and said, “It is a ghost!” And they cried out in fear.” – Matthew 14:25 & 26

Do you know what I find interesting to me about this particular storm?  The disciples were in this storm by divine instruction.  Jesus had sent them out in the little wooden boat knowing that they were in the direct path of a monstrous monsoon.

Do you know what I find comforting about this particular storm?  The disciples were not alone!  Jesus was coming to them across the raging and wind-tossed waters.

Let’s read a portion of this same story from the Gospel of Mark … told with a bit of a different twist …

Immediately Jesus made His disciples get into the boat and go ahead of Him to the other side to Bethsaida, while He Himself was sending the crowd away.  After bidding them farewell, He left for the mountain to pray.  When it was evening, the boat was in the middle of the sea, and He was alone on the land.  Seeing them straining at the oars, for the wind was against them, at about the fourth watch of the night He came to them, walking on the sea; and He intended to pass by them.” – Mark 6:45 – 48

This terrified band of brothers was about 3.5 miles from the land in their little storm-tossed boat. They were unable to see the hand in front of their pale faces in the middle of the night and in the midst of a colossal storm. 

However, my friend, take heart because when you can’t see Him … He can still see you! 

He knows exactly where you are and precisely how strong that wind is blowing across the waters of your life.  The natural eye is unable to see 3.5 miles in the inky black of darkness but God is able to see literally where you are and what the stormy circumstances of your life are like!

My inability to see Him does not stop His ability to see me!  In the middle of my crisis, He knows exactly where I am and how to get to me!

Jesus saw that the disciples were “straining at the oars.”  These men, in spite of difficult conditions and in spite of being drenched by salty water, were working hard and continuing to do whatever it took to get out of this storm.

My friend, if you are in a storm today, keep doing the next right thing!  Keep tithing … keep loving … keep working … keep hoping! Jesus sees you and He is on His way to comfort you!

Do not become discouraged due to the horrible conditions that are raging around you but just keep on rowing.  God sees what you are doing and He is on His way.

Never allow the presence of a storm to cause you to doubt the presence of your God!

Let’s ask the question, now, that all of us are wondering … “Why would Jesus knowingly send those that He loved the most into the path of a massive storm system?”

Why, indeed?!

Perhaps He did it to reveal Himself to them in a new and comforting way.

Perhaps He did it to show off His glory!

Perhaps He did it to perform a miracle!

Perhaps He did it to use the storm as the vehicle itself over which He would intervene in the lives of His dear children.

Then He got into the boat with them, and the wind stopped; and they were utterly astonished, for they had not gained any insight from the incident of the loaves but their heart was hardened.” – Mark 6:51 & 52

Don’t miss this detail that we learn from the writings of Mark … the disciples had forgotten the last miracle that Jesus had done for them!  The storm caused amnesia of the very worst kind … they had forgotten His power!

The next time that you are in a storm … rather than taking your pulse … how about remembering the miracles that Jesus has done in the past for you?!

I can’t remember what God has done for you but I can guarantee you that you have tasted of the goodness of the Lord in your life.  Remember the taste of the loaves and fishes the next time that you encounter a storm!

When your life is being threatened by a tempest of stormy circumstances, remember your last answered prayer and praise Him for victory even when the wind is blowing and the waves are crashing!

Thanks for listening to my heart this week.  As you know by now, my heart is truly not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I have been given and for the people who walk with me.  And, it continues to be a heart that is relentlessly chasing after God and all that He is!

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Expectant in Spring

Springtime has finally arrived!  And, if you live in a climate zone similar to mine, you are probably so grateful for the advent of this long anticipated season that you could nearly shout with glee!

Honestly, I try NOT to wish my life away but it is hard during the long, dark and frigid months of winter.  Believe me … I do honestly endeavor to be “content” in whatever season I find myself in … but winter is not my favorite … if you know what I mean.

I am a girl who was born for the sunshine.  I love hot weather, an abundance of sunny days and long walks accompanied by the sound of lawn mowers and bumblebees.

I love open-toed shoes, the smell of the earth after it rains and the longer days that are ushered in with spring’s coming.

I was made for springtime flowers, baby bunny rabbits and the birth of all that is fresh and new. 

There is something about springtime that raises one’s hopes and expectations. 

Suddenly, when the first whiff of spring washes over your soul, you know that you were made for more than winter. 

When spring has at long last sprung, hope begins to break through in the deepest places of your cold, winterized heart!

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Spring is a lovely reminder of how beautiful change can truly be.

Spring ALWAYS puts a new spring in my step, a fresh and lilting song in my heart and even an untried possibility or two in my soul.

“Behold, I will do something new, now it will spring forth; will you not be aware of it? I will even make a roadway in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” – Isaiah 43:19

As my calendar turned from March to April this year … and the view out of my office window changed from snow to the first blooms of spring … I felt that perhaps the Lord was speaking to me.  And, I have an inkling that He wasn’t just speaking to me for my sake but perhaps He was speaking to me for your sake as well.

We all ache for something new and fresh, don’t we? 

Who doesn’t love a new baby … or a new opportunity … a new book … or even a new recipe?  Whose heart doesn’t race at the expectation of a new friend … a fresh coat of paint … or a new place to go? 

We all love the feeling that a vibrant and unexperienced joy ushers into the humdrum of an ordinary life.

Women, especially, understand the expectancy of giving birth to something new!  Oh, the pregnancy is certainly not much fun and the birth experience is sure to be painful and bloody, but when a new mom holds a baby, so fresh from heaven’s wonder, suddenly life becomes an unpainted palette of rich possibility.

As the mother of 5 children on earth and 5 children in heaven, and, as the grandmother of 7 delightful little ones, I certainly know what it entails to be “expecting”.

As winter turned to spring this year, God spoke to me that He was about to birth something new in me and through me.  God actually said to me, Carol … you’re pregnant!”

What?!  God … certainly You know that the possibility of giving birth ended for me at least a decade ago!

What?!  God … you know I love babies … are you going to do for me what You did for Sarah … and Hannah … and Elizabeth?!

And then I heard God speak once again to my expectant heart, “Carol, you are not going to give birth to a baby but you are going to give birth to new dreams and visions and possibilities.  Carol … it’s time for you to allow Me to plant a seed of destiny in you once again!”

What are you expecting?  Has God birthed something new in you lately?  Perhaps you and I should begin to act like expectant mothers!  We should prepare for discomfort, for the birthing process and for the joy of impacting the next generation!

I believe that this new season of God-breathed pregnancy is not just for a younger generation but that the Father is including many Sarah’s, Hannah’s and Elizabeth’s in this outpouring of new birth.

In God’s Kingdom, age has nothing to do with the ability to give birth to a move of God that will impact the generations to come!  God is willing to use the young and the old; He is looking for women with a past and for those who have lived quietly and righteously. God will give birth through women who are tired and through those girls who are filled with new passion and energy.

The Lord desires that you would live with an attitude of unmatched promise and life-changing expectation. 

When you open your Bible in the morning, open it with the confidence that God will speak to you indeed through the sacred page. It is when we open our Bibles and read the powerful Words of the Holy Spirit that a new seed of destiny is placed in each one of us.

When you enter into a personal time of prayer and worship, enter into it with the assurance that God will meet you there and that He will speak to your barren soul.  It is when we commune with God on a daily basis that the transfer of a new dream happens. 

My prayer is that you can declare, with Mary, with Hannah, with Sarah, with Elizabeth, and with me, "I'm pregnant!"

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It's All That Matters!

The cheering, worshipping crowd.A farewell dinner.

What kind of man betrays a friend?!

Prayers.  Desperate prayers.  Earth-shaking prayers.  Blood dripping prayers.

An trial rigged by the father of all lies.

A ruler in confusion.  He should have listened to his wife.

What kind of friend denies a friend?!

Beating.  Scourging. Bleeding. Whipping.

Did He scream?

A painful crown meant to ridicule not define.

A cruel walk up a triumphant hill. One. Agonizing. Step. At. A. Time.

The jeering crowd.

What kind of friends run and hide?  Were they only in it for the miracles?

Inhumane soldiers gambling for a piece of His clothing while He hung nearly naked.

Course jesting. Raucous laughter.

A mother’s broken heart. Heaving.  Remembering His little boy ways.

A desperate thief who believed at last. He breathed out earth and breathed in heaven.

A Centurion understands and believes.  Truly.

Darkness at noon.  The roar of the earth.  The ripping of history.

It is finished!  Complete!

A borrowed tomb.  After all, He wouldn’t need it for long.

A brilliant morning.  The day breaks and all shadows flee.

Nothing ... nothing ... absolutely nothing ... would ever be the same again.

An angel’s announcement, “He is not here ... but HE IS RISEN!”

Women who were told, “Go Tell!”

Some call it “Easter”.  That works, I suppose.  Easter, for me, conjures up a black and white picture of a blonde little girl sandwiched between 2 siblings.  This little girl, now her in her late-50’s, was decked out in white, ruffled socks, a pink polyester coat with a matching pink straw hat and lacy gloves.  Everyone in the days of black and white wore gloves on Easter Sunday morning.  It was requisite!

That particular little, blonde girl remembers those black and white Easter Sunday mornings as if they were yesterday.

We were always up long before dawn for the Easter Morning Sunrise Service.  It was the only day of the year I was out of bed before daylight began to slither its jeweled fingers across the inky sky.

The church smelled like pancakes, maple syrup and sausage when our sleepy family of 5 walked into the front doors.  My mom scurried to the organ and my dad got us settled somewhere near the front, left hand side.

Our Methodist congregation burst forth the news as the sun broke through, “Up from the grave He arose!  With a mighty triumph o’er His foes.”  I can still hear it.  I can still hear the voices of Duane Grehlinger and Shirley Green.  Bob Dix and Reverend Tauscher.  Although their voices broke on the high notes and struggled for pitch on the low notes, they believed what they sang.  That’s what counts about Easter...that you believe.

After breakfast in the cold church basement, warmed by the steaming pots of coffee and laughter of friends who had truly become family, we traipsed home across the yards of our neighbors for an hour or so before Sunday School and the 10:00 service.  During that sweet hour, we would find our Easter baskets, have our hair re-fixed and listen to the Easter story read by my general of a father.

Dad loved the Bible, he loved my mom, he loved the garden and he loved us.  He was quite a man.  Dad believed in Easter.  He taught me to believe as well.  Did I mention that he was quite a man?

“For I delivered to you as of first importance what I also received, that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, and that He was buried, and that He was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, and that He appeared to Cephas, then to the twelve.  After that He appeared to more than five hundred brethren at one time, most of whom remain until now, but some have fallen asleep; and He appeared to James, then to all the apostles; and last of all, as to one untimely born, He appeared to me also.” - I Corinthians 15:3-8

Paul, the one who was untimely born, calls Easter the event “of first importance” in anything that he has ever known or written about.  These are some pretty impressive words coming from one of the most learned men of the day.

Paul’s words echo through the ages, Nothing compares to the message of the Risen Savior.

When it comes down to it, there is nothing more important in your life than Easter. 

When you get to the end of your life all that will matter is Easter. 

There is nothing that deserves your earthly attention so much as Easter.

Oh ... I remember the days of white ruffly socks, little pink purses and lacy gloves.  I remember the thrill of finding the Easter basket and looking forward to the sumptuous dinner that was to follow.  I remember singing, “We serve a risen Savior, He’s in the world today!  I know that He is living whatever men may say!”

What I didn’t know in those innocent days of celebrating a spring holiday was that someday ... I would believe, too.  And at the very moment that I believed, Easter changed from being a mere 24 hours in the early spring to a lifestyle of hope and joy.  I no longer refer to it, either mentally or verbally as “Easter Sunday”.  For me, it is “Resurrection Day!”  And, trust me, it is incomplete without that exclamation mark!

Jesus really was born in a manger ... He really did live among us ... He was put to death on the old rugged cross ... and He was buried.

But what happened next was the true miracle ... He rose from the dead!  He conquered death triumphantly! 

Jesus had the first Word ... the middle Word ... and the last Word!  Because death could not hold Him ... it cannot hold you either.

Will you stay in your world of black and white presumptions?  Or will you join the chorus of all the ages and sing with gusto, “Because He lives ... I can face tomorrow ... Because He lives ... all fear is gone!”

Because when you get to the end of your life ... the resurrection will be all that matters.  It was all that mattered to Duane Grehlinger ... to Shirley Green ... to Bob Dix ... and to Reverend Tauscher.  It was all that mattered to Paul and it was all that mattered to my dad.  He was quite a man.

And ... it’s all that matters to me.  It is my message of first importance.  Resurrection Day!

Please make sure that you don’t forget the exclamation mark ... while you’re at it ...let’s make it two!  It is, after all, the message of first importance.

Resurrection Day!!

This post was originally published on March 27, 2013.

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What Has He Entrusted You With?

We are approaching Holy Week

“Holy Week” is that sacred space between the roar of the crowd on Palm Sunday and the ugly mass of humanity who cried, “Crucify Him,” on Friday.

Holy Week encompasses the days that the Christian church sets aside to mourn the death of Jesus and to celebrate His resurrection! 

It is a week of wretched betrayal, of loud hosanna’s, of good-bye meals and of desperate prayer.

This is a week that never fails to sober me and annually causes me to evaluate my faith. 

During this week every year, I walk up Calvary’s mountain with Jesus and carry my cross beside Him.  Easter has a way of forcing me to examine the woman that I am and the course that He has for me.

Oh … don’t worry about me.  I will celebrate on Sunday!  I will shout with the crowds in triumphant procession but for today… as I contemplate the holiest week of all measured time … allow me to evaluate who I am and who I am called to be in the story of Christ.

Jesus took only three disciples with Him to the Garden of Gethsemane who had also been with Him on the Mount of Transfiguration.

Peter, James and John were the three that Jesus fiercely desired to stand with Him in prayer.  These were the three, Peter, James and John, who were closest to Him as brothers, friends and co-workers. 

This trio had heard Jesus laugh over the antics of children and had seen him cry at the tomb of Lazarus. 

They had celebrated glorious miracles with this Man Who went about only doing good. 

They called Him their Teacher, their Friend and the Son of God.  They knew Who He was … make no mistake about that.

“And Jesus said to them, “But who do you say that I am?” And Peter answered and said, “You are the Christ, the Son of God.” – Luke 9:20

But on this night, the lonely night spent in the Garden of Gethsemane … while Jesus prayed ... Peter, James and John slept. 

While Jesus sweat great drops of blood ... the great triumvirate snored.

While Jesus cried in agony ... the three friends, whom He trusted, slumbered and rested.

Peter, James and John all knew that Jesus was about to die the violent death of a criminal and yet they dozed and drooled.  Where were their hearts of compassion?  Were these men the faithful friends that Jesus hoped for or were they mere acquaintances prone to forget matters of eternal significance?

“Then He said to them, “My soul is deeply grieved, to the point of death; remain here and keep watch with Me.” – Matthew 26:38

Three times Jesus came to the disciples ... and three times they were sleeping. 

They were unable to wipe the sand from their eyes and thus nodded into sweet dreams while Jesus fought in agony over His destiny and over His purpose on earth.

“And He went a little beyond them, and fell on His face and prayed, saying, “My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; yet not as I will, but as You will.” – Matthew 26:39

Jesus was about to be brutally murdered so that Peter, James and John would be able to live forever with Him.  And yet these men of faith and valor couldn’t stay up past their bedtime for Jesus.  What kind of friendship is that?!

These men who had been appointed to carry on in Jesus’ stead, couldn’t even miss one night of sleep to pray Him through the coming ferocious days?

You know, as 21st. Century Christians, we become outraged at the seemingly careless actions of Peter, James and John, and yet, how often have I been caught giving into the twilight of lackadaisical behavior when Jesus calls my name?

        “Carol … could you spend time with Me?”

        I watch television when there are prayers to be prayed.

        “Carol … could you read my Word this day?”

        I read novels when there is wisdom to be attained.

        “Carol … could you feed My sheep?”

        I piddle around in wasteful behavior while people are going to hell.

        “Carol … would you worship Me?”

        I snore while my culture crumbles.

Just as the Savior needed Peter, James and John ... your Savior needs you and He needs me. 

My Savior needs me.  Your Savior needs YOU!

He has entrusted us with the power of prayer.  He has entrusted us with the Great Commission.  He has entrusted us with the life-changing Gospel message.

In this Garden, on this never-to-be-forgotten night, Jesus prayed, “Not as I will ... but as You will.”

Have you ever tried praying that powerful yet humble prayer when your life was crumbling?  Have you ever prayed, “Father, Your will be done”, when faced with cruel circumstances?

If we learn nothing else from this particular event in the life of Jesus, we should learn to pray while others sleep. We should also learn to desire the will of the Father above all else.

When Jesus finally roused his three buddies from their self-serving slumber, they had a view in the moonlight of a mob coming up the western slope of Mt. Olive. After the mob, led by Judas, had seized Jesus, Peter stayed in the courtyard of the high priest.  It was there that Peter denied Jesus three times.

“I don’t know Him.”

“I don’t know Him!”

“I DON’T KNOW HIM!”

And with each betrayal, Peter became more defiant and angrier. 

In the morning light, when Peter realized what he had done, he wept. 

Peter, a grown man, cried from the deepest part of his soul.

The opinionated Peter, a rugged and burly fisherman, couldn’t stop the sobs. 

Peter, a man’s man and a leader of leaders, was ashamed of himself.  He had betrayed His Savior and His friend.  What would his life look like now? 

You know, I have often wondered if Peter would have actually denied Jesus if he had prayed rather than slept.  I wonder if rather than snoring and slumbering, what would have happened if Peter had stayed on his knees in earnest prayer through the longest night of Jesus earthly life.

I wonder …

Do you know what else I wonder?

I wonder how different my life would be if I would pray ... rather than sleep.  I wonder if I would have more power to stand for Jesus If I would read the Word rather than read the twaddle of the day.

I wonder if I would humbly decree, “Not my will … but Your will be done, Father,” what glorious miracles would take place in my life.

I wonder.

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It's A Free-for-All Out There Y'all!

It’s a free for all out there, y’all! 

Social Media has become one of the most angry, opinionated, divisive types of communication there has ever been.  What happened to those proper and accepted “social” rules of etiquette or of quiet respect for one another?

What happened to listening more than speaking?

What happened to keeping the minor things minor?

What happened to using wisdom and consideration before lowering oneself to accusation and indictment?

It’s a free for all out there, y’all!

Listening to the news networks or tuning into talk radio has become akin to subjecting yourself to the worst kind of verbal skirmish known to humanity.  The words fly like bullets across a lethal battlefield of airwaves and the blood bath is real and nondiscriminating.

“He said ….”

“She said …”

“It has been reported that …”

“The facts seem to point to …”

Reporters, TV hosts, radio personalities and network bigwigs use profanity and name-calling in order to build their personal case and their preferred agenda.

And for me, the saddest part of all, is that Christians have been suckered in to participating in the verbal vomit and sewage spewing of the day. 

Just because you feel it doesn’t mean that you should say it and just because you have an opinion doesn’t mean that you should use it as a weapon.

Do you really think that you can change anyone’s opinion with strong, outrageous and often cruel words on Social Media?  The way that we can change people is by loving them, by forgiving them and by introducing them to Wisdom Himself!

There is certainly a way to enter into a peaceful conversation of differing opinions but in general, that is not going to happen on Social Media.  It is vitally important for voices of righteousness to be heard in the land but that will never happen when it is accompanied by divisive verbiage and outright slander.

When engaging in a discussion that involves contrasting points of view, it is best when it happens face to face rather than Facebook page to Facebook page.

I have enjoyed the treasured reconnection with old friends, far-flung family members and new acquaintances that Social Media has ushered into my life.  But I determined early in my use of Social Media that I would not use it as a bully pulpit or as a place to editorialize on temporary matters.

People are subject to far too much opinion, anger and political polarization from watching the network news and from listening to incessant media types. I long for my purpose in life to be one of kind words, thoughtful wisdom and humble friendship.

If you ask for my opinion on a given political topic or cultural division, I may or may not give you my two cents based on the context of relationship and purpose.  I do have opinions … I have strong opinions; however my opinions on politics or on the great cultural divide are not what define me as a human being.

What defines me is my faith as a believer in Jesus Christ.

Who I am, as a modern day woman, is a zealous pilgrim who lives to make hell smaller and heaven bigger. 

It’s a free for all out there, y’all!

Although I don’t have a daily TV show and no one has asked me to be their guest on Fox News, CBS or ABC lately, I will use the small platform that I have been given to be a voice of encouragement and a source of hope.

You know what?  The truth is this … I really don’t care who you voted for in this last presidential election.  What I care about is that you know Jesus as your Lord and Savior and that you are doing your personal best every day to simply love Him, know Him and serve Him.

Now I do believe that Christians are called to serve in the political arena and in the world of media.  I actually believe that there should be more Christians in both of those fields.  I believe that for many believers in Jesus Christ there is a calling to participate in leading a nation, a network or a political organization.  However, I also believe, that for those who are called specifically to those arenas, it is even more important to use their words as tools of truth and unity rather than of anger and divisiveness.

It is true, that sometimes truth can be divisive.  It is true that oftentimes even wise opinions are polarizing but it is in the way that a person expresses himself or herself that becomes the paramount issue.

Since most of us are not congressman or senators and since the great majority of those who read this weekly blog do not have high profile positions in the media, perhaps what we need to realize is that the way to change the blood bath is by simply changing our daily conversations.

“Like apples of gold in settings of silver is a word spoken in right circumstances.” – Proverbs 25:11

The next time that you post on Social Media, don’t be negative but choose words of simple power and positive blessings.

The next time that you are tempted to enter into a heated conversation on Facebook, pray for those involved instead.

The next time the President disappoints you, Congress votes against your personal opinion, or someone from another generation causes your blood pressure to rise, perhaps you could post the lyrics to a worship song … or a word of encouragement … or a beloved Scripture verse.

It’s a free for all out there, y’all, so freely post what is good and positive and pure! 

There is a world out there that is desperate for one small tidbit of encouragement today.  There is an angry, critical mob on Facebook who might listen to words of reason rather than words of polarizing opinion.

Freely use your platform as one that builds people up rather than tears them down.

And perhaps we should begin every day by praying the prayer that David prayed so long ago,

“Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, Oh Lord.” – Psalm 19:14

Thanks for listening to my heart this week.  As you know by now, my heart is truly not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I have been given and for the people who walk with me.  And, it continues to be a heart that is relentlessly chasing after God and all that He is!

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3 Truths That Will Change Your Perspective on Life

There are a few things that you must know for your life’s journey. There are truly only a few eternal truths that you must wrap your mind and heart around in order to create an abundant life and in order to embrace a life that is truly worth living. 

You must … you simply must acknowledge these three immutable truths.

You must know Who God is.  This is what the great theologian A. W. Tozer declared,

“What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us.”

Yes … think about it … if you don’t get God right … you won’t get anything else right!

If you don’t have a proper perception of who God is, then you won’t know what to think about healing or concerning prayer or about His promises.

If you don’t have a healthy and verifiable view of God then you won’t parent well … or do marriage well … or work well … or process life circumstances well.

What you know about God will determine who you are today and who you will become tomorrow.  Your opinion of God actually determines your purpose, your destiny and even shapes the very way that you think.

Your biggest paradigm shift in life will come when you change your idea of who God is and when you embrace His heart for other people in your world.

Let me say it again … You must know Who God is.

Then, there is the second truth that you must embrace as your very own.

You must understand that heaven thinks you are valuable!

You are an undeniable and vital component of the plan of God at your moment in history. 

In the opinion of God the Father, Jesus the Son, and that powerful Holy Spirit, you are the stuff of which eternity is made!

There has never been another you … there will never be another you … and Jesus would have died if there had only been you!

You are the pearl of great price that Jesus talked about when He was on planet earth!

“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant seeking fine pearls, and upon finding one pearl of great value, he went and sold all that he had an bought it.” – Matthew 13:45 & 46.

Jesus was the merchant that came from a kingdom far, far away.  He was intent on one purpose and one purpose alone … discovering a pearl of unsurpassed value! And when He found that precious, priceless pearl, He laid down his very life in order to redeem it.

You are the pearl of enormous value and Jesus paid everything that He had in order to take you back to heaven with Him!

You are worthy … you are genuine … you are honorable … you are useful … and you are priceless, indeed!

That’s right YOU … I am talking about YOU!

The enemy will try to tell you that your life stinks like yesterday’s garbage … that you aren’t worth anything to anybody, anytime, anyplace or anywhere.  That old deceiver will also try to convince you that your past has devalued you.

Listen, my friend, the only One who has the power to declare your value is the One Who created you!  He is the One who has set the price of your life and then He was more than willing to pay the price with His very life.

There is nothing that He wouldn’t pay for you!  He paid in cold, red blood because He believed that you are worth it!

Heaven says that you are valuable so you better believe it!!

And the third truth that you must know is this …

Inside of you lies the answer to the world’s problems today.

The deposit of God in your life holds a rich and rare value for which all of our culture is desperately seeking.  Your passion is of indescribable worth, your praise is a rare and costly treasure and even your pain has purpose beyond the ugly experience.

Your outer shell is simply an ordinary treasure chest but what is inside of you determines your actual value and worth.  The prized jewels inside of you are your passion, your praise and even your pain.

Let me ask you three questions that might help you realize just how intensely beneficial your life is to the Kingdom and to the world.

1 - What is your passion?

2 - Are you singing loudly for the world to hear you in spite of difficult days, adverse circumstances and fractious people?

3 - Have you allowed the greatest pain of your life to create a sacrifice of pure gold to the Father?

You must know Who God is!

You must understand that heaven thinks you are valuable!

You must acknowledge the fact that inside of you lies the power to change the world today!  Your passion, your praise and your pain are of inestimable value!

You are priceless, my friend, and God wants to use you today!

Thanks for listening to my heart this week.  As you know by now, my heart is truly not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I have been given and for the people who walk with me.  And, it continues to be a heart that is relentlessly chasing after God and all that He is!

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7 Rules to Live By When You Disagree With Someone

I absolutely loathe “sticky” situations, do you?

I am extremely uncomfortable with confrontation, with discord and often even with strong differences of opinion.

I have been known to wilt like yesterday’s lettuce when others have forceful points of view that don’t match up with mine.  Often, rather than speak up for what I believe in, I change the subject to safer ground that contains no invisible mine fields!

When just the hint of disparity arises on the horizon of friendship, I quickly smile with glossed-over eyes, swallow hard and then move the conversation into safer, less troubled waters.

I just want everyone to be sweet … all the time … every day … to infinity and beyond!

Why can’t we all just agree to agree?!

I have dear friends who are able to calmly state opinion, preference and contrast without the least bit of animosity.  They are able to smoothly bring understanding as to why they adhere to a certain point of view other than the majority opinion.

I know other people who stir up trouble everywhere they go, rarely listen to someone with an opposing thought and use passive-aggressive techniques to intimidate the listener.  Oh! How I don’t want to be that person!

However, at 60-something years young, the lessons that I have learned during 6 decades of living may have qualified me to offer wisdom to difficult conversations. 

I do have some acquired wisdom in the important arenas of motherhood, of marriage, of friendship, of Biblical application, of setting priorities, of service and even … of … gulp … politics!

What actually needs to evolve is a maturing in my thought process and in the way I deal with potentially divisive conversations. It is necessary that I am the one who internally grows up enough to realize that my opinions matter and that as long as I share them in a compassionate and non-volatile manner, people actually might listen to what I have to say!

Imagine that!

And if they don’t listen, that’s O.K., too.

One of the most vital aspects of pursuing communication that deals with uncomfortable topics is to first of all determine, “Is it worth it?!”

“Is it worth it to bring up this sticky subject?”

“Is it worth it to make this one issue into a potential deal-breaker?”

“Is it worth it to possibly wound our relationship with this difficult encounter?”

“Is this a minor issue or a major issue?  Is it worth it?”

I have developed a few “Rules to Live By” when it comes to dealing with fractious conversations and differences of opinion.  Perhaps my guidelines will enable you to bring peace to your challenging conversations and unity to your valuable relationships.

1 – Listen more than you speak.  Spouting, ventilating, and talking incessantly never brings unity.  Listen with your heart and not just your ears.

2 – Repeat back what you have just heard spoken“So, what I hear you say is that the reason you believe this is because ….”  Take the time to clarify the other person’s point of view as well as their motivation.

3 – In a gentle tone of voice, with absolutely no animosity involved, it is now your turn to state your opinion.  Try to keep emotional inclination out of your voice and out of the words that you choose as much as possible.  Don’t “over talk” but choose a few meaningful words that explain who you are and why you have chosen to believe this particular philosophy.

"A gentle answer turns away wrath but a harsh word stirs up anger.” – Proverbs 15:1

4 – Always encourage the one with whom you are having the crucial conversation.  Tell them what you appreciate about them and how thankful you are for your relationship.

“You are one of the best moms that I know!”

“I so appreciate your wisdom and insight.”

“I love being your friend and I know that even though our opinions might differ, our hearts are in unity!”

“Thank you for being so open and candid with your point of view.”

5 – If the conversation is with a brother or sister in Christ, always close the conversation with prayer.  Ask God to bless your relationship, to bring wisdom to the issues discussed and unity in the days to come.

6 – If the difficult exchange has been with someone outside of the household of faith, tell them that you will be praying for them and that you value their input. 

“Thank you for taking the time to talk to me today.  As you know, I am a believer in Jesus Christ and so I pray about everything in my life.  I will be praying that God gives us clarity to understand one another and that our friendship remains intact and warm regardless of contrasting points of view.”

7 – Follow-up the painful exchange with tangible evidence of friendship. Send the person a kind e-mail, take them out for coffee, bless them with a bouquet of flowers or speak kindly about them in front of others.  It is so true that actions really do speak louder than words so allow the actions of your life to bring blessing to those who differ from you in judgment and in viewpoint.

Thanks for listening to my heart this week.  As you know by now, my heart is truly not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I have been given and for the people who walk with me.  And, it continues to be a heart that is relentlessly chasing after God and all that He is!

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How Are You Spending Your Time?

Last Friday evening, I had the privilege of enjoying an unforgettable time with a few of my favorite people in the entire world.  This dear group included my daughter, Joy, who was recovering from serious back surgery; Joy’s kind and loving engineer of a husband, Chris; and my youngest daughter, Joni, who has just returned home from spending the better part of a year in India following her graduation from college.

We had devoured a delicious dinner that was reminiscent of how I used to cook for my children when they all lived at home.  We all laughed when Joni stated, “Mom … I feel like I am in 5th grade again!”

What a sweet moment, indeed!

Joy had been in pain all day due to the residual effects of the surgery and you can understand that the desire of all of our hearts was to simply minister to Joy.  All she wanted this particular evening was for all of us to be in the same room that she was in, to sit beside her and to keep a lively conversation going although she was unable to participate.

Rather than turn on the TV after the memorable meal, Joy announced that Chris, the handsome and thoughtful husband, was going to read out loud to us.

What?!  Who is this man and he is too good to be true?!

Joy and Chris had recently been to a used book fair and had purchased a book that had impacted both of them as children.

“The Book of Virtues” compiled by William J. Bennett was a staple in the homes of many Christian families in the 1990’s.  Joy and Chris were overjoyed to know that they shared this bit of childhood literature although one had been raised in the deep south of North Carolina and the other in far-flung Idaho!

We were able to get Joy settled on the small bed in their extra bedroom surrounded by pillows and by lots and lots of love. Chris, the doting groom, of course had to sit beside his recovering young wife.  Joni and I sat beside each other on a small but cozy couch in the peaceful and dimly lit room.

As Chris began to turn the pages of this well-read book, we each began to make requests of the pieces of literature that we remembered in this beloved book.

I started out by requesting a poem or two by Edgar Guest who was a prolific writer in the early part of the 20th century.  Most of Mr. Guest’s poems focused on family, home and the delight of the simple things in life; he was known as “the poet of the people”. 

Here are the words of Edgar Guest that brought us so much comfort that quiet Friday evening:

It Couldn’t Be Done

By Edgar Guest

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done

     But he with a chuckle replied

That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one

     who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.

So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin

      On his face. If he worried he hid it.

He started to sing as he tackled the thing

      That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;

      At least no one ever has done it;”

But he took off his coat and he took off his hat

      And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.

With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,

      Without any doubting or quiddit,

He started to sing as he tackled the thing

      That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

 There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,

      There are thousands to prophesy failure,

There are thousands to point out to you one by one,

      The dangers that wait to assail you.

But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,

      Just take off your coat and go to it;

Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing

      That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

What a powerful poem … what a magnificent reminder!

After the simple wisdom of Mr. Guest, we then moved on to the striking and thoughtful beauty of Emily Dickinson.

If I can Stop One Heart From Breaking

 By Emily Dickinson

 If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain ;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

And finally, I asked for a poem that my father had memorized when he was a young man during the years of the Depression. While Chris read this classic poem to us, I thought of my father. My sweet dad, who now lives in heaven, often quoted this particular piece of poetry to us as we sat around the kitchen table at night.  I can still hear the timbre of his voice and the message of his heart as he would repeat the words that have stood the test of time.

If

By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

 Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

  But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

  Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

  And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

  If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

  And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

  Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

  And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make a heap of all your winnings

  And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

  And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

  To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

  Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

  Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

  If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

  With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

  And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

So … let me ask you a question today, my friend.  How are you spending your Friday evenings?  Are you enjoying the company of the people who you know the best and love you the most? 

Are you basking in the shared delight of companionship, of family and of lifetime memories?

Are you relishing the words and the classic messages of those who have gone before us?

Are you comforting those in pain?

I hope that this week, when Thursday turns to Friday, that you will make an unforgettable plan that focuses on family, dear friends, powerful words and sweet fellowship.  There is nothing like it!

Thanks for listening to my heart this week.  It is truly not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I have been given.  And, it continues to be a heart that is relentlessly chasing after God and all that He is!

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You ARE Going to Make it After All!

Let me tell you what I believe today

I believe that you really are going to make it after all!

The reason that I believe this unbelievable philosophy is not because of the catchy lyrics to a TV sitcom theme song … but I believe it simply because of the God whom you serve.

I don’t believe it because someone has smugly informed you that they are sending positive thoughts your way … but I believe it because I believe in the power of prayer to a Father who cares!

I actually don’t believe it because of any extraordinary gifts or talents that you might possess but I believe it because I know that you serve the greater God!  Nothing is too difficult for our God so you are going to make it after all!

The power of God that is vibrantly and actively alive inside of you is by far greater than any problem that you face … than any circumstance that comes your way … or than any unkind person who torments you.

Friend … you actually are going to make it after all!

The older I become and the more I understand about life this side of heaven, the more convinced I am that living in a place of hope and joy is the most powerful choice that I can make on any day of my life. I firmly believe that actions follow attitudes and so I must make sure that my attitudes are in obedience to the power that works within me.

If I determine to be the most joyful and the most hopeful person alive at my moment in history, then the words that I speak and the actions that I exhibit will follow my chosen heart attitudes.

As I speak the language of hope and as I exhibit the stirring song of joy, it is in that powerful and life-changing choice that suddenly … that is who I become!  I become a woman whose very DNA has absorbed the hope and joy of my belief system!

I don’t know what has you bent all out of shape today but I can tell you this … you ARE going to make it after all so embrace hope and exhibit joy!

I am not privy to your personal offenses, your lifetime disappointments or your unanswered prayer requests but let me tell you the way out of your emotional pain is to wisely and strategically guide your life with the compass of hope and joy!

When the world crashes in around you … take a deep breath … set your eyes on the Father … and begin to sing!  Never allow the pain of temporary circumstances to rob you of your ability to sing.

Serenade your pain with the triumphant song of hope!

Escort disappointment out the door with a melodious stanza of joy!

What did Paul and Silas do when they had been beaten and locked up in a Roman prison cell?  These two uncommon men did what any man or woman should choose to do at the very worst moment of life … they sang a song of worship to their mighty God! The chains that held their arms in place did not have the power to inhibit them from raising their voices to heaven!

As Paul and Silas sang in the inky darkness and in the destitute cold of their circumstances, a miracle happened! Their chains fell off, the prison doors flew wide open and their prison guard invited them to his house.  That very night, an entire family was saved because Paul and Silas chose to sing the song of hope and joy.

Paul and Silas could have made a different choice, you know.  They could have chosen to magnify their circumstances rather than magnifying the lyrics of the song that was richly growing in their hearts.  They could have decided to whine, complain and to throw in that infamous towel!  None of us would have blamed these two bleeding and cold prisoners if that had been their understandable choice … they certainly “deserved” to allow their emotions to rage and their pain to be expressed.

But what you deserve to do and what you should do are two different things, indeed!

The song that you have been given to sing is not merely a catchy tune but it is a powerful cantata of hope and peace!

You were made to sing at the midnight hour … you were made to sing in the constraints of prison … and you were even made to sing when life has unfairly beaten you up.

You were made to sing!

You were made to sing a song of joy and hope that the world is waiting to hear.

Let me cut to the chase here … are you ready to be convicted?!  There is a world in pain because the Body of Christ would rather whine than sing the song we were created to sing.

There is an entire generation going to hell because you and I have decided that we deserve to wear our painful and disappointing emotions on the sleeve of our hearts rather than victoriously sing a song of hope and joy!

You were made to sing, my friend!  So dust off your vocal chords, retrieve that old choir robe that has been hidden on the closet floor of discouragement and open the hymnbook of your heart to that familiar page that declares,

“Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness!

Morning by morning new mercies I see.

All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;

Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!”

And while you are singing that great hymn of faith, just for fun, you also might want to add a chorus or two of “You’re going to make it after all!”

As always, thanks for listening to my heart.  As you know by now, it is not a perfect heart but it is a heart that sings a song of joy and a melody of hope.  It is also a heart that is enthusiastically chasing after God and all that He is!

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What is your "Just One Thing"?!

What is your “just one thing”?  What is the one thing that you would want to accomplish for the Kingdom of God if time, money, education or age were not a factor?

If you could accomplish simply one memorable exploit for the unshakable Kingdom during your tenure on planet earth, what would it be?

Do you want to win an entire continent for the Lord?  Or perhaps you long for unexplainable miracles and heart-stirring healings to break forth under your ministry.

Is there one singular and significant way in which you long to impact history?  Do you want to write the worship songs that empower a generation?  Or do you deeply desire to write a book that will impact millions for Christ?

Is there a particular contribution that you would like to be known for long after you are gone?  Do you want the Lord to enable you to discover the cure for cancer? You may feel the deep calling to be a voice for righteousness in the political arena.

Perhaps you feel called to salvage the family unit … one precious family at a time.  Does your heart beat with the passion to save marriages that are in trouble or to help parents raise their children with godly principles?

Or perhaps you simply want to serve the Lord without recognition or applause.  Maybe your heart’s desire is to love orphans, to visit those in jail or to fight against sexual slavery.

It could be that your call to greatness will be found in the family that you are nurturing within the walls of your own home. You might dream about raising the next Billy Graham, an up and coming Kari Jobe or a future Ronald Reagan.

Perhaps your dream is to be a man or a woman of integrity in the deceit of the business world or in the corruption of the entertainment industry.

What is your “just one thing”?!

We all have a dream in our hearts that keeps our blood pumping, our lungs expanding and that delivers purpose and drive for every ordinary day.  Each one of us owns a passion that relentlessly leads us into the will and plan of God for our lives.  I can guarantee you that there will be humanly insurmountable and aggressive obstacles to conquer as you pursue your God-given call but there will be no mountain that He is unable to move on your behalf.

There might be impossible and outrageously rapid rivers to ford in your journey of life but you serve a God who can make a way where there seems to be no way.  It’s actually what He does best!

Did you know that your passion to accomplish just one great thing for the Kingdom is eternally and infinitely valuable to God?  God delights in discovering an ordinary man or a humble woman who uncommonly declares, “I am all in!  I will just do it! My life is Yours, Father!”

So … let me ask you again … “What is your last thought at night and your first desire in the morning?”

What is it that drives your heart, your daily choices, your dreams and your prayers?  What is it?  What is your one thing?

I believe that I have been given a word from God for you today … may I share it with you?

NOW!  Today!  Begin!  Don’t delay!

Whatever the dream that God has placed in your human heart, take that intangible and impossible dream off the back burner of distant possibility and give it substance and drive today!

Make a plan.  Come up with a workable, strategic and doable plan.  Don’t stay in a place of frustration over unmet goals and intangible action points but get to work today!

Put feet on your dream

Begin small but dream large.

Stay faithful daily but expect extraordinary results.

It is no small thing to be faithful in the little things of life

Faithfulness is the petri dish of miracles!

There will always be interruptions, distractions and frustrations but do not allow those ridiculous and momentary disturbances to alter the course of your life.  Your dream should be bigger than any distraction … your calling should be stronger than any circumstances … and your goal in life should trump every mere diversion.

NOW! Today! Begin! Don’t delay!

Perhaps the words of a man by the name of Paul will move you to action today:

“But none of these things move me; nor do I count my life dear to myself, so that I may finish my race with joy, and the ministry which I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God.” – Acts 20:24

Thank you for listening to my heart this week.  I am so far from perfect but my relentless pursuit of the call and plan for my ordinary life is what consumes me every hour of every day. I am praying for you as you chase after Him!

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7 Principles of Change

In my humble opinion, there is only one thing that never changes in life and that is the certainty that something is about to change!

I love stability in life … I love the sweet assurance that today holds expected delights, common moments and enduring and uninterrupted pleasures.  However, when I see the winds of change about to blow my solid life off of its safe and stable foundation, I am tempted to hide myself in a safe spot until the flux of turmoil passes by.

Does anyone else dread change the same way that I do?!

Children grow up … friends move away … the economy goes up and down … health and strength weaken … jobs come and go …  babies are born …  and life changes without a warning.

Change. 

One thing that you can be certain of in your life is that something is about to change!

God appeared to Abram one day and said, “It’s time for a change, Abram!”  God informed Abram that He wasn’t going to tell Abram where he was going but that Abram needed to pack up his possessions, his servants, his nephew and his wife and start moving toward the future that God had for him.

“Go forth from your country, and from your relatives and from your father’s house, to the land which I will show you.” – Genesis 12:1

Why would God do this to Abram?!  Why would God do this to ANYONE?! 
 

“And I will make you a great nation, and I will bless you, and make your name great and so you shall be a blessing; And I will bless those who bless you, and the one who curses you I will curse. And in you all the families of the earth will be blessed.” – Genesis 12:2-4

God actually initiated the change in Abram’s circumstances because God knew that it was for Abram’s best interest!  God wanted to make Abram greater than he could ever be by just hanging out in the comfortable familiarity of his stable yet boring past.

Father really does know best …

When God initiates the unexpected change of circumstances, it always contains a priceless blessing for His dear children who have been called to participate in the adjustment.  God-instigated change is the best possible gift in the life of a human being.

However, let’s just admit it … not all change is God-inspired.  Some changes in life simply stink.  And then, some of the unexpected changes in life can just rip the heart right out of your chest and rob you of that precious spring in your step.

How should a person respond when the change is unwanted and unnecessary?  How should a believer respond when the transition seems unfair and difficult?

How one travels the rapids of transition may just determine how the traveler comes through on the other side of the surprising metamorphosis. I want to share with you 7 Principles of Change and how you can come through your uncharted waters of change with hope in your back pocket and with strength in your heart!

1 – Look for the opportunity in the change.  With every change comes the opportunity to grow and to experience something unknown and invigorating.  Don’t be so stuck in the past that you miss the delight of new opportunities!

2 – Embrace unchangeable principles in the middle of uncertain circumstances.  Don’t allow the difficult change in life to alter your core values.  Continue to be a person of honor, of faith, of integrity and of hope even when the world is crashing in around you.

3 – Don’t focus on what you are losing but focus on what you are gaining.  Learn from the past … be thankful for the blessings of yesterday … but hopefully celebrate the possibilities of tomorrow!

4 – Understand that every change, even those that have been made wisely and thoughtfully for the better, always come with drawbacks and disappointments.  When you face the drawbacks and disappointments of a wise adjustment, know that you have counted the cost and that it is worth it to move ahead with change.

5 – As you face the change that you have perhaps dreaded, remind yourself what your highest priorities are say a sweet but firm, “No,” to those things that are mere distractions.  Separating priorities from distractions is one of the most powerful choices a person can ever make whether the winds of change choose to revolutionize your life or not.

6 – Shake off fear and embrace courage.  When your only choice is brave, choose brave!  Faith is simply a former fear that refuses to be paralyzed by circumstances.  Faith is that unshakable substance that has broken away from the surly bonds of timidity and has determined to live without regret!

7 - Rather than panic when the waters of change erupt around you, learn how to surf!  That’s right … I dare you!  Enjoy the change!  Learn how to splash in the waters of transformation and dive into the unstable transition with enthusiasm.  Who knows?  The change that you are facing just might be the very best thing that has ever happened to you … just ask Abram!

If you can make it through an unexpected and perhaps unwanted adjustment in life with steady principles, with courage and with unprecedented enthusiasm, you will become a wiser and more principled person because of the change.

As always, thanks for listening to my heart.  As you know by now, it is not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is enthusiastically chasing after God and all that He is!

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Give Them Hope

I’ve thought long and hard about it. 

I have spent hours on my knees asking the Father, “God, what is it that people need the very most?  Father, I ask You to give me focus and purpose as I minister to the lives of those with whom I have been entrusted.  Show me, Jesus, what I have the capability of depositing into their empty, hurting hearts.”

And the answer comes quietly but certainly.

Hope.  You can give them hope.

It is an uncomplicated, but extraordinary 4-letter word.

Hope. The entire world lives in a vacuum of hopelessness.

Hope has the power to renew vision … to strengthen a weary soul … and to restore a broken heart.

I hear it again, “Give them hope.”

Hope provides a tenacity of purpose … an excitement for tomorrow … and a view of God that is incomparable.

Hope. What the world needs now is a solid and resilient dose of hope.

Hope … sweet, sweet hope.

Your calling, as a follower of Jesus Christ, is to instill hope into the hardest of hearts and into the weakened souls that God has placed within your reach.

Therefore, having such a hope, we use great boldness in speech.” – II Corinthians 3:12

Moms are hungry for hope … businessmen are ravenous for hope … politicians are desperate for hope.

College students are thirsty for hope … widows and widowers are grasping for hope … teen-agers need a breath of fresh hope.

Divorced people yearn for hope … parents ache for hope … and the media is clawing for a single word of hope.

When life beats up an innocent person … tosses that ravaged person to and fro … and then violently robs the mauled piece of humanity of all of their deepest dreams and highest goals … all that this bruised shell of personhood actually wishes for is to be able to hope again. 

What this devastated life yearns for is to breathe out despair and to breathe in hope.

The simple desire of a broken person is to smell a slice of hope again. Even the unforgettable aroma of hope is life-changing, isn’t it?

And what does hope smell like?  Where is it found?

Hope is conceived in thanksgiving … it grows in the petri dish of a simple song … and it blossoms in the warmth of relationship.

Hope strengthens when regret diminishes.  Hope emboldens itself when the embers of disappointment are allowed to die out.

“And our hope for you is firmly grounded, knowing that as you are sharers of our sufferings, so also are you sharers of our comfort.” – II Corinthians 1:7

What is hope?  Is it possible to describe hope in its rawest and most simple of forms?

Hope is simply choosing to believe that the goodness of God will intervene in your circumstances.

Hope is the full and unshakable knowledge that God will always be Victor.  He is Victor, indeed!

Hope is the enthusiastic and celebrated anticipation that God’s loving kindness and grace will determine the outcome of your life.

Hope is the firm assurance that we, His beloved children, are so much more than conquerors through Him Who loves us.

“But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us!” – Romans 8:37

Hope is the sweet commitment that nothing … absolutely nothing … is able to separate anyone of us from the love of God.

For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor any other created things will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”  - Romans 8:38 & 39

And hope is discovered in an overwhelming peace knowing that joy can surely be found in His presence.

In His presence is fullness of joy; at His right hand are pleasures forevermore.” – Psalm 16:11

Hope doesn’t come from money … from health … from houses … from stuff … from vacations … from pedicures … from promotions … from education … from cars … from exercise … from entertainment … or from politics.

Hope comes from Him.  All the hope that you will ever need to get your life back on track again comes from Him.

Jesus.  He is enough.  He is more than enough to deliver hope.

“ … He on Whom we have set our hope.  And He will yet deliver us.” – II Corinthians 1:10b.

Hope.

Barren women need hope.

Unemployed men need hope.

Rejected women need hope.

Stressed out men need hope.

Disappointed women need hope.

Bullied teen-agers need hope.

Lonely women need hope.

Brides need hope and grooms need hope.

Anxious college students need hope.

Pompous politicians need hope.

Grieving women need hope.

And you are just the person to give it to them!

If you know Jesus … you know hope.  If you have Jesus … you have hope.

If you have hope … you can share it.  You can give it.  You can spread it.

I have determined that under my watch, every person with whom I connect will be pointed toward hope. 

I believe that it is vital to steer people away from an emotional avalanche of despair and a flood of negativity.  The power in personal relationship is found when people, young and old, are gently but firmly led toward the God of all hope.

Hope is all I have to offer.  The healing, protective, life-giving hope of Jesus Christ is at the heart and center of all true ministry and at the core of all sincere relationships.  Absolutely nothing else will ever do.

“Now may the God of hope fill you all joy and peace in believing, so that you will abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” – Romans 15:13

As always, thanks for listening to my heart. It’s not a perfect heart … but it is a heart that is enthusiastically chasing after God and all that He is!

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