She Is...A Warrior!

A mom is a warrior who fights for her children on her knees.  From the day that your child was conceived until the day that you, the mother, go to heaven, no one holds the power in prayer that you have been given.

Destinies are developed on your knees … battles are won on your knees … wise strategy is given on your knees … strongholds are ripped apart on your knees … unhealthy relationships are ended on your knees … heaven moves and hell shakes when a mother fights for her children on her knees.

Are you spending time in prayer every day for the children that you have been given?  All other activities should cease or diminish in the light of the power that is yours as a solitary woman on your knees.  I believe that the power that has been given to a mother in prayer is greater than the power of the atomic bomb, the cure for cancer or world peace.

When you hold your newborn baby in your arms, pray that he or she would accept Jesus into their heart at an early age.  Pray that the fruits of the Spirit will grow in abundance in this young life.  Pray that this little life will grow into a great man or woman of God and that he or she will walk in their destiny every day of their life.  Thank God that nestled inside this life is the strategy to change the world at this moment in history!

When your children are small, start every day with prayer.  Pray as they are brushing their teeth that they would be obedient and that the Lord would protect them that day.  Pray at every meal and teach them to be grateful not only to God but also for the hands that prepared and provided the food.

Pray with your children if they have an altercation with a sibling, if they are facing a difficult test at school or if they are suffering from rejection or a broken heart.  Prayer is not only powerful but it is also a healing agent as well.

Pray with your children every night at bedtime whether they are newborn babies or just days away from college.  Make this a family tradition that is treasured and anticipated.  When you pray for them at bedtime, go over the events of the day and pray about their concerns.  This is the prayer that I prayed over my children every night that they were under my care and my roof,

"Jesus, thank You for Matthew.  Give him happy dreams and happy sleep.  Keep him safe and healthy and strong so that he will grow into a man of God who will serve and love You all the days of his life.  And always let him know how much his mom and dad love him.  Amen.”

Then, when the lights are out and your family is peacefully asleep, your prayer assignment has just begun!

If your children are grown, always remember that our adult children can run from our words but never escape the power of our prayers.  So, our strategy as our children grow up and leave the family home, is to talk less and pray more!  Quit talking and start praying!

As a mother, your most powerful and victorious position is on your knees!  Pray to be a better mom … a stronger mom … a kinder mom … a more patient mom … a more creative mom.  Pray for God to fill the empty places in you so that you can be the mom that God has called you to be for the children that He has given to you.

A mom … is a prayer warrior like no other!

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She Is...A Wardrobe Stylist!

You are in charge of what heart habits and attitudes your children choose to wear every day.  You must make sure that your children are dressed not only for success but also for service.  You must make sure that every emotion that decorates your child’s life is an accessory to life that is lovely and not distracting.

Loving difficult people never goes out of style so make sure that your children are well-equipped to love the fractious, ornery people that may come across their pathway today.  Your child will be the most beautiful version of him or herself not when they are dressed in designer clothes but when they are dressed in humility and in unconditional love.

Choosing to wear the attractive attribute of kindness and gentleness is a piece of spiritual and emotional clothing that is gender exclusive!  It comes in both pink and blue!

Making sure that your children are adorned with patience and self-control may take some extra effort on your part … but it will be worth it in the long haul of life!  You might need to iron out the wrinkles of selfishness and frustration but the difference that it will make will be nothing short of stunning.

When your children leave your home for school, to visit the home of a friend or to attend extracurricular activities, their lives become a fashion show of what you have allowed them to wear inside the home.  What they are wearing on the inside of their heart is often more impactful than what they are wearing on the outside of their body.

Every time one of my children walked out the front door, my parting words were, “Use wisdom!”  I wanted to make sure that “wisdom” was the most visible aspect of their emotional wardrobe. 

Pay attention to the details of their emotional and spiritual wardrobe!  Sometimes it is the little things that make the biggest difference.  We must not allow our children to falsely believe that rolling their eyes, sighing loudly or muttering under their breath is a stylish way to dress.  Respect and a thankful heart attitude are actually at the height of fashion sense in every generation!

She is … a savvy wardrobe stylist!


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She Is...A Travel Agent!

A mom is a travel agent because she spends the greatest part of her life preparing her children for their journey into adulthood.  A mother must do research and then educate her children for the world that waits outside the family home.  She then must send them on their way to foreign fields and experiences.

Travel agents always warn their clients about potential and deadly diseases that they may face in the foreign climates.  We must warn our children that unforgiveness may cripple, that bitterness will paralyze, that profanity will cause halitosis and that disrespect will stunt one’s growth.

Travel agents also prepare their assigned travelers for the social customs that will be encountered in the culture to which they are traveling.  Mothers must train miniature pilgrims to look adults in the eye, to always smile at children and to be on time for all appointments in life.  We must remind our excursionists the importance of spending money wisely, of listening respectfully to people when they speak and of being faithful in all commitments.  We must teach the voyagers that they must leave a place better than they found it and to do all things with excellence.

A travel agent helps the young explorer plan the trip but then waves good-bye.  As a travel agent, be prepared to say “good-bye” to your children someday.  You won’t be going to college with your children or living in their homes after they are married.  So prepare them for a life of not only survival but also for success!

As I was preparing one of my sons for his first year in college, my heart was broken and oh!  How I wanted him to be 6 years old again!  As I sat in my chair the night before he left, I heard the rhythm of his feet bounce out his own personal beat on the stairs of our home.  I was weeping with a pile of tissues in my lap when God spoke to my tender heart. He told me to read the words of the prophet Isaiah in chapter 33, verse 6, “The Lord will be the stability of your times …” 

I knew in that sweet moment of waving good-bye that my children were not my stability but it was the Lord who would never change. I was able to send this son out into his destiny knowing that he would go with the Lord in all of his travels.

She is … a well-prepared travel agent!

These are examples of the prayers that I prayed over my children during their time at home and away from home.  Feel free to insert your children's names as you pray these prayers over your children.

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She Is...A Coach!

Get out that whistle, mama, and start designing winning plays on the whiteboard of your heart because you have a game to win!  The day that you became a mother is the day that you were given the heavenly responsibility of coaching your child for victory in every game in life.

The presence of a great coach must dominate all of the practice sessions before the big game.  If you want your child to walk in victory and to be a champion, then you must be present and be the loudest voice at daily practices.  The players don’t come up with winning plays … the coach does.

Rehearse with your pre-schoolers what is going to happen when you drop them off at the church nursery, “Mama and Daddy are going to go into the adult service and you are going to play with some of your friends in the classroom.  You are going to learn about Jesus and sing songs and make a craft and even have a snack!  Mama and Daddy always come for you … always.”  And then, like a good coach always does, act out the play and make sure that your child is playing his or her position well.

When your children are school-age and need some extra reinforcement about how to behave with siblings or with friends, “O.K. … let’s practice.  Let’s pretend that Nathan won’t share with you and you have your feelings hurt.  How should you act?”  And then, act it out.  Put them through the drills so that when they are in the game of life, they remember what their position is on the playing field.

When your children are entering the tee-age years, rehearse scenarios with them that might involve profanity, drugs, alcohol or how to act with the opposite sex.  Teams that win games have the most thorough and demanding practices. 

Your coaching philosophy is vital if you long for your children to stay the course and have champion-like attitudes.  You are their coach not their friend.  You are their teacher not their teammate.  There must be swift and serious discipline for not staying with the game plan set by Coach Mom.

She is … a winning coach!

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She Is...A Cheerleader!

A mom is a cheerleader.  As a mother, you must believe in your children wholeheartedly and verbally.  You have to cheer for the ones under your care whether they are winning or losing in all situations in life.  You must applaud loudly when everyone else has given up and gone home.

A mother should be the one person who only says kind words to a child and about a child.  Don’t ever say things like,

“You drive me crazy!”

“I love you but I don’t like you very much!”

“I wish that I had never had you!”

Children constantly need instruction but even words of correction should be birthed in kindness and wisdom.  Words of training that inspire change in a child’s life should never be spoken out of ugly emotion or anger.  The words that you speak over your child’s life should come from a positive point of view and serve to point them in a positive and healthy direction in life.

Even when your child is in a situation in life where they seem to be losing, you should still be the one standing on your feet and cheering vibrantly.

One of the most delightful jobs of a mother is to help each one of their children discover their gifts, talents and abilities.  If you have a child who loves to draw, put their pictures proudly on your refrigerator and send these amazing masterpieces to grandparents and cousins.  If you have a child who loves trains, take this child on a train ride and buy books about trains.  If you have a child who loves music, acquaint this one to different composers and various styles of music.

Expose your children to events and opportunities that will cultivate their gifts.

When your child has a game, a concert or a recital, you should be there regardless of what else is going on in your life.  There is no corporate meeting, business trip or personal interest that should eclipse the value of what your child is involved in.  No one can take your place because you are the head cheerleader!

Look for something good in your child every single day that you are given the delight of nurturing them.  Do not lay your head on your pillow at night if you have not said, “I love you!” at least one time to the little lives that are looking to you for encouragement and unconditional love.

She is … an enthusiastic cheerleader!

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She Is...A Mailman

Every important piece of information that your child receives should come from you.  Keep an open atmosphere in your home so that your children are able to ask you anything at all.  In our home, we made it very clear that there was no such thing as a “stupid” question.  Every question that came from the heart and mouth of one of our children was valuable and therefore worthy of our wisest and most insightful answer.

Don’t judge your children for the questions that they ask you but answer them kindly and let them know that if you currently don’t know the correct answer that you will do some research and find out the answer.  Build an atmosphere in your home where there is a constant flow of information between the generations.  Include grandparents, neighbors, missionaries, teachers and others into the family conversation who can contribute to your children’s worldview.

A mom is a mailperson and every significant piece of knowledge and data should be delivered from your mouth and from your heart into the repository of your child’s life.  Your children should learn from you how to budget their money … what sex is all about … why you don’t watch certain programs  … and why we are kind to all types of people.

Neither rain nor sleet nor snow keeps the mail person from doing his or her job and so it is with you and the children who share your address.  Don’t allow adolescence, the teachable 2’s, lack of income, the absence of an education or being a single mom prevent you from being open with your kids.  As mothers, we must turn every situation that we encounter into a teaching opportunity.

“What do you think about how that girl is dressed on TV?”

“Is Thomas the Train being kind?  Who has been kind to you?”

“Do you think that is necessary to use profanity?  Why do people use profanity?  Let’s see if the Bible says anything about swearing or cursing.”

Every piece of information that you deliver to your child’s heart and mind should come special delivery from you!

She is … a dependable mailperson!  

We asked three moms their advice on - raising teenagers, becoming a stepmom, and raising children as a single parent...watch these short clips for some wonderful insight!

Thank you Alane Gorman!

Thank you N'Jeri Mottley!

Thank you Jessica Stewart!

Thank you to our model mail-woman, Donna F.!

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She Is...A Comedienne

Thank you Debbie for "clowning around" with us!

Thank you Debbie for "clowning around" with us!

A mom is a comedienne because she is the primary source of happiness in a child’s life.  The resounding call of your days is to stir up joyful moments and then to splash liberally in those experiences with your children.  Teach children of every age that it really is more fun to serve the Lord rather than to be in bondage to the lies of the culture!

Celebrate every day that you have with your children as a rare and precious gift that is worth more than corporate promotions, stocks and bonuses and career prestige. 

Sing silly and sweet songs with your children because you can never have too much music in your home!

Tell jokes to your children … why not treat them to “The Joke of the Day!” at the dinner table every evening?!  Teach your children that life is more abundant when there is something to be happy and laugh about!

You know … school is hard and kids are mean … life isn’t always fair … but moms can always deliver the rich gift of genuine joy!

Make cookies with your children on an ordinary afternoon … play with play dough and don’t get frustrated because they have made a mess … let your children use glitter often!

Play dress-up with your children and travel to far-away and make believe places together.  Make green mashed potatoes on St. Patrick’s Day and serve hamburgers for breakfast and pancakes for supper on April Fool’s Day.

Teach your children to celebrate … to laugh … and to sing!  Make sure that they believe that their home is the best place in the entire world simply because you are the mom at their house.

One of my goals as a mother was to ensure that my home was the happiest home on the street.  I definitely wasn’t the coolest mom … or the youngest mom … or the skinniest mom … or the richest mom … but my home was a place of unreserved joy, laughter and music!

I can tell you right now … I don’t wish that I had spanked more … but I do wish that we had laughed more!

She is … a joy-filled comedienne!

Proverbs 17:22 - A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.

Proverbs 17:22 - A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.

A few of our readers sent in their funny "Caught in the Act" moments!  Take a look at these pictures...and remember that life is too short to take it too seriously!

2 year old Logan decided to finger paint the bathroom with toothpaste!

2 year old Logan decided to finger paint the bathroom with toothpaste!

2 year old Johnny and his sister had just come from a festival where they saw children having their faces painted.  Johnny's sister decided to join in on the fun...and "painted" her brother's face with permanent marker.

2 year old Johnny and his sister had just come from a festival where they saw children having their faces painted.  Johnny's sister decided to join in on the fun...and "painted" her brother's face with permanent marker.

Brynn "enjoying" her first trip to see the Easter bunny...

Brynn "enjoying" her first trip to see the Easter bunny...

3 year old Jaiden decided to take matters into her own hands when it came to a new hairstyle.

3 year old Jaiden decided to take matters into her own hands when it came to a new hairstyle.


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She Is...A Chauffeur

Thank you Donna, Joy, Adriel, Aleesia, and Gena for being our models.  :)

Thank you Donna, Joy, Adriel, Aleesia, and Gena for being our models.  :)

In case you haven’t noticed it yet … if you still have children under the age of 16 living at your address … one of your most irritating and yet vitally necessary job descriptions is that you are a chauffeur!  Now truthfully, I am not referring to the endless days of taking kids and their friends to soccer practice, youth group, the orthodontist and piano lessons.

Perhaps you will be grateful to know that I don’t have a clue how many French fries are under the back seat of your car, how many thousands of miles are on your soccer mom van or that last week you used $5 worth of nickels to put gas in the family vehicle.

But … a mom is a chauffeur!

You must make sure that the children under your watchful care reach their destinations in life.  Every important destination that a child arrives at is simply because he or she had a mom who took the job of chauffeuring seriously.

From sleeping all night … to giving up their pacifiers … to learning how to write their names … to making their beds … to personal hygiene … to graduation day … you are the mom and you lead them in the right direction in order to reach these important goals in life.

You must not merely point them in the right direction but by the example of your life you must take them there.

You cannot merely tell your children how to succeed, how to tie their shoes, how to serve God or how to be kind.  Telling is not enough when it comes to mothering.  You must model it by your daily life choices.

Your child will be no kinder than you are … they will not be happier than you are … and they certainly won’t read the Bible if you don’t.

You must be an example of moral excellence, of choosing wisdom, of speaking gently and of daily discipline.

Children really do learn what they live and as you chauffeur them through life, it is your input and impact that will take them through low valleys and to mountain top vistas … across bumpy, dirt roads and away from dead ends.  But the fact that you are in the driver’s seat will assure their safety and eventual arrival at a healthy place in life.

You are a chauffeur … make sure that you are taking your child in the right direction.  In order to do that, you must make sure that YOU, the mom, are going in the right direction.  Be mindful of only following the trustworthy directions found in the GPS of God’s Word and not the confusing and contradicting cultural roadmap that will lend only to dead ends in life.

She is … a diligent chauffeur!

Proverbs 22:6 - Train up a child in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not depart from it.

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Legacy of Generosity

One of the greatest legacies that a person can leave to his or her family is the endowment of generosity. Some people might mistakenly believe that it costs too much to be generous but what is actual truth is that no one can afford to be selfish. When I choose to be greedy and am continuously hoarding what I have been given, the price that is exacted from my life and from the lives of those around me, is too expensive to pay.

I come from a long line of givers and it is the most valuable birthright that I possess. The giving and the lavish generosity that has flourished in both strains of my family heritage are legendary and world changing. My mother still supports a missionary family that my late father’s family started to support in the early days of the 20th Century.  We have supported this family of missionary pilots for 4 generations. How I love this legacy and call!

However, the story that stirs all of us is the story of my maternal grandfather, Nelson Boyce. His was a heart so filled with the desire to show charity and human kindness that his name is still uttered with awe among the Seneca Nation in Western New York.  Nelson Boyce started a family business with his father and brother when the 20th Century was still in its infancy. They sold biscuits, crackers, and bread out of three wagons in New York, Rhode Island, and in parts of southern Canada. One of the most successful products they made was a cookie that consisted of two chocolate wafers with vanilla cream in the center. They dubbed their small family business, “The National Biscuit Company”.

Nelson lost his first wife in childbirth and had raised his two sons alone. When his sons were nearly grown, Nelson met a beautiful young woman, twenty years his junior, who was an orphan raised by the nuns on Prince Edward Island. They married after a whirlwind courtship and began their family in the mid-1920s in western New York. Because of the success of Nelson’s business, his young wife and daughter enjoyed a life of comfort and luxury among the upper crust of Buffalo, NY.  He employed a fulltime maid as well as a nanny to help his young wife make the adjustment to married life. Mary, Nelson’s wife, was known for her fashion flair and was always dressed in the latest style. She had her hair bobbed, wore cashmere coats with mink collars and celebrated life with genuine zest and gusto.

However, the Boyce family, which was respected for their business acumen and astute economic sense, saw the Depression looming on the economic forefront of America and rather than lose their business, they sold it while they could still make money from the sale.

Nelson, with his part of the profits of the sale of the biscuit company, bought a general store and a simple family home in a small town in western New York. The Depression hit this small town with devastating effects and the little general store struggled to stay afloat in the worst economic days America had ever experienced.

By the mid 1930s, Nelson had three young children, Marianne, Joan and Donald, to support as well as his wife. This family who had been accustomed to designer clothes and maids now wore patched clothing and lived like most other families did during these days of economic woe, with never enough to eat. But Nelson made sure that his family knew the joy of faith, giving to others, and togetherness. He was determined that what he was unable to offer in material goods he could more than make up for with his undivided attention and unconditional love.

Nelson continued to tithe to the Alabama United Methodist Church and made sure that the pastor’s family always had food on their table. He invited dirty, vagabond people to celebrate the holidays with his family who had no means of celebration or even daily existence. Human kindness and daring generosity were as much a part of Nelson’s personhood as were his balding head, his large nose and his contagious laughter.

The days of the Great Depression dragged on and on for nearly a decade and Nelson was desperately trying to make ends meet while keeping the doors of his country store open. Then there were the fierce days of winter to deal with as well. How would he keep his family warm with no money to buy coal?

Nelson poured over the accounting books of his struggling store in his dark, cold office and asked God to make a way where there seemed to be no way. He kept his Bible open on the desk and often read the Word of God to fight off the fear of poverty, of starvation, and the cold.

Nelson’s general store was right on the edge of an Indian reservation and one day when Nelson was in his office praying over the books, a family of Indians walked into the store and asked to see Mr. Boyce. The humble father of the family told Nelson his children were starving to death and wondered if they could buy food on credit.

Not hesitating a minute, Nelson loaded up their ancient truck with groceries and had them sign their name with an “X” because neither the mother or father knew how to read or write. He assured them they could pay him when they had the money.

The next day, two more families came from the reservation and by the end of the week, Nelson had given groceries to nearly a dozen Indian families. The conversation was always the same, “Sign your name with an ‘X.’ You can pay when you have the money.”

Although this made no sense in the natural, the economy of God has never made sense in the kingdoms of this world. In the middle of a devastating depression, when other businesses were closing and declaring bankruptcy, the Alabama General Store began to show a profit on their books. The store became famous for its fresh produce and excellent meat selection. People began coming from a radius of over fifty miles to shop at this obscure, family-owned market. They traveled from Lockport, Rochester, Buffalo and Southern Ontario to buy the grade A meat and outstanding fruits and vegetables that were only found in the tiny town of Alabama, NY.

Nelson continued to give the groceries to the Indian population that they needed to survive, always asking them to sign their names with an “X.” He kept a special account book just for those who lived on the reservation and as the Depression marched on, the pages were filled with thousands of dollars of indebtedness.

When World War II broke out, the Indians no longer came to the Alabama General Store as often because times had changed and they were now able to make a living. Many of their sons, the little boys whom Nelson had fed, now fought and died in service to their country. At the end of World War II, Nelson was diagnosed with diabetes and he knew his work on Earth was nearly done. One evening, he had his wife, Mary, call the Indian chief to their small home. Nelson held the ledger book in his wrinkled hands that detailed the accounts of the thousands and thousands of dollars owed to him by the Indian nation. 

Nelson asked the Indian chief to follow him to their backyard where Nelson’s son, Don, had prepared a roaring fire. Nelson, his wife Mary, their three children, and the Indian chief watched the ledger book and the thousands of dollars of indebtedness disappear and burn into oblivion. Nelson had his miracle. It began the first day he gave what he could not afford to give. The miracle of abundant life is what God always provides for givers.

The world says that earning exorbitant salaries, the accumulation of material goods and then hoarding everything that one possesses are the benchmarks of a truly successful life. The Bible says that God provides for givers. There is a special place in the heart of God for people who are bold enough to give with genuine joy and who show cheerful generosity in times of scarcity. My heart’s prayer is that I will be bold enough to pass down what has been given to me. I pray that the legacy that I will endow to my 5 children and to all of the McLeod’s yet to come is simply that God takes care of givers. 

There is no richer legacy than that of generosity.

“We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give.”- Winston Churchill

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Storing Up Treasures

What is it about me and money?!  Why have I mistakenly believed for my entire adult life that in order to live a life of abundance I must earn a 6-figure income and have enough in the retirement fund to support me, my spouse and all of our progeny for decades of extravagant living?!

The Bible, which is our primary source of wisdom on every subject known to mankind and womankind, challenges my very Western, “gimme-gimme” type of thinking.  If, like me, you have falsely bought into the notion that an extraordinary life is tied to extraordinary wealth, I’d like to invite you to join me in a treasure hunt into God’s Word.  Let’s see what the Bible has to say about it!

Instruct those who are rich in this present world not to be conceited or to fix their hope on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly supplies us with all things to enjoy.  Instruct them to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, storing up for themselves the treasure of a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is life indeed.   (1 Timothy 6:17-19)

These verses erase the option of riches being a prerequisite to the possibility of living a life of abundance and meaning.  We mistakenly presume that it is impossible to live a full and meaningful life without the benefit of gargantuan portions of money.  Money is definitely a benefit and most of us certainly wish we had more, but never base your potential for living an abundant life on something as transient as your checking account.  Never use your monetary lack as an excuse for living an inferior life.

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One issue Paul clearly addresses in these verses is that the rich are not automatically experts at that which constitutes a life of abundance.  Some of the most fulfilled people alive today don’t have a penny to their names and yet they live a life full of Heaven’s extraordinary abundance.

Paul reminds all of us that riches are uncertain.  Paul is instructing that riches are absolutely unstable and that money can disappear as quickly as it can appear.  There is no guaranteed way to invest one’s earthly goods and riches in a worldly system of finance.  Many people, at every historical juncture, woke up with great wealth but went to bed as mere paupers.

The only thing riches seem to guarantee is there will always be something to worry about.  Paul is addressing how important it is to separate who you are from what you own.  As believers, we do not fix our hope on the uncertainty of riches but on God, the Giver of all good gifts.  Whether one is hugely rich or devastatingly poor, we are all to fix our hope on God who is the rich One and who gives richly, extravagantly, and abundantly to those who are His own. 

Life Indeed!

“ . . . storing up for themselves the treasure of a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is life indeed”  (1 Timothy 6:19, emphasis added).

There is a guaranteed way for every believer to amass a fortune because there is a secure place, designated by God, where all investments are safe and are unable to be stolen or even diminished by time.

The greatest use of your time spent on Earth is to spend it for something that will outlast your own life.  The wisest and most generous use of your resources is to invest them in the unshakable Kingdom of God.

When you choose to be generous, regardless of your finances, you have tapped into one of the greatest secrets of living life indeed.  Selfish men and women, although financially secure and smugly in charge, have no idea what true living is all about.  It is not riches that guarantee abundance, but it is a lifestyle of generous giving and reaching out to others. 

Have you discerned what is truly important in life?  It is to place all of your hope on the God who blesses His children enormously.  It is not your ability to acquire riches and accumulate possessions that is the guarantee of a wealthy lifestyle.  Life at its core is lived best by someone who generously and consistently gives of their gifts, their resources, and their time.  Intentional givers know the joyful truth that we are not here to amass an earthly kingdom, but to build a heavenly fortune!

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Let’s Talk, Darling

    Are you a mom?  What is going on in your life?  Do you need encouragement … support … advice?  Do you need HELP?!

    If you are a mom and are not too proud to admit that you don’t have it all together, I’d like to simply and sincerely encourage you to take advantage of a new way for moms everywhere to connect about issues that touch our lives.

    “Let’s Talk, Darling” is a webinar sponsored by MOPS International but it is for moms of every age with children of every age.  This webinar will focus on relevant tops that we all know you are already thinking about, questioning and wishing that you could talk about with someone who has gone before you.

    The next webinar will air live on April 17 at noon ET.  This event will be titled, “Let’s Talk, Darling, About Marriage”.  Kathi Lipp will be leading the discussion that will help every mother discover truth concerning these issues:

  • New ways to put fun and flirting back into your relationship
  • Three ways to put some extra spice into your marriage (even with kids in the house)
  • Two things that every husband needs to hear from his wife on a regular basis
  • And lots of fun ideas from other moms!

             To join this valuable discussion, just go to www.mops.org/lets-talk-darling and join in!

    And … one more thing … if you make a comment on this blog post today your name will be entered in a drawing to receive Kathi Lipp’s new book “The Husband Project”.  Just simply write a comment below along with your e-mail address and we will private message the winner.

    So moms … let’s gather around the computer today and figure it out together!  Let’s discover not only how to mother well but also how to be loving wives.  You know what … we can do it!  With a little support … with a little help from our friends … and with a lot of wisdom from above we can do this!

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A Story of Mobs, Snoring & Betrayal

It is holy week … the week that the Christian church recognizes to mourn the death of Jesus and to celebrate His resurrection!  It is a week of unbelievable betrayal, of loud hosanna’s, of good-bye meals and of desperate prayer.

This is a week that always sobers 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.  I want Easter to force 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…allow me to evaluate who I am and who I am becoming in the story of Christ.

Jesus took the three disciples with Him to the Garden of Gethsemane who had 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. 

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

They had celebrated 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.

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

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

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

Peter, James and John 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 they faithful friends or forgetful acquaintances?

Three times Jesus came to the disciples ... and three times they were sleeping.  They couldn’t wipe the sand from their eyes and thus nodded into sweet dreams while Jesus fought in agony over His destiny. 

Jesus was about to be brutally murdered in order that Peter, James and John could live forever with Him.  And yet they couldn’t stay up past their bedtime for Jesus.  What kind of friendship is that?!

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 to you?”

I read novels when there are people to be loved.

“Carol … would you worship Me?”

I snore while my culture crumbles.

Just as the Savior needed Peter, James and John ... your Savior needs you.  My Savior needs me.  He has entrusted us with the power of prayer.  He has entrusted us with the Great Commission.  He has entrusted us with the Gospel.

In this Garden, Jesus prayed, “ Not as I will ... but as You will.”

Have you ever tried praying that 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 and to desire the will of the Father above all else.

When Jesus finally roused the three from their 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, seized Jesus, Peter stayed in the courtyard of the high priest.  It was there that Peter denied Jesus three times.

I wonder if Peter would have denied Jesus if he had prayed rather than slept.  I wonder how different my life would be if I would pray ... rather than sleep.

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Hope and Facts

Hope.

Just 4 letters. 

H. O. P. E.

Where does it come from?  Can it be bought or sold?  How can just 4 letters make such a profound difference?

Can you smell hope?  Does it bloom only in the spring?  Is there a store that sells hope … a radio station that plays it? 

What does hope sound like?  Does it have taste?

Hope.

I have discovered that hope may be the most valuable intangible that I embrace.  If I refuse to hope … I am refusing to believe.  I am ignoring an umbrella of faith.

I think that you can have hope without faith … but you can’t have faith without hope.

Life is hard, you know?  Money runs out … bodies betray … people are difficult … things need fixing.

Hope.

Is “hope” a Pollyanna-like attitude that ignores facts?  I have never been very good at ignoring what I see or what I know.  Perhaps I need to get over that.

I have found it much, much more difficult to live without hope than I have found it challenging to ignore facts.  I will choose hope over facts any day.  Every day, choosing hope seems like the best possible choice.

Can hope and facts co-exist?  Are they compatible or mutually exclusive? 

This is what I do know … my facts don’t tell the end of my story.  What I see with my natural eye may actually be the pretense. What I am unable to see with my eyes may be the solid stuff of life.

And so I hope.  I believe.  I refuse discouragement and shake off despair.  When my circumstances whine and scream and demand … I choose the quiet whisper of hope.

When the facts of my life thunder and quake and pontificate … I choose the sweet smile of hope.

We all choose.  We choose hope or despair.  Hope or discouragement.  Hope or anything.

I don’t know what circumstances are shrieking at you today but I can tell you that if you can choose to hope you are choosing strength.  And joy.  And purpose.

Perhaps the facts that we face are actually only the fog that surrounds and therefore clouds our view from the truth of hope.  Maybe when the cloudiness of our human existence lifts, what we will realize is that hope was not ignorance but it was substance and held more truth that the fog.  Perhaps what we will know then, that we don’t know now, is that facts mask what is true, real and genuine.

And maybe, just maybe, what I need to remind myself every day is that hope is the foundation of the life that was meant for me.

And so I embrace a friendship with hope.  I will wrap my mind around all that hope declares and promises.  I will speak in hope and think about hope.  I will use hope as the anchor of my very fragile soul.

“Be strong and let your heart take courage, all you who hope in the Lord.” – Psalm 31:24

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Best Selling Author!

I don’t know whether to cry … to faint … or to shout!! However … considering the great news that I have to share with you this morning … I just think that I will SHOUT!!!!

My new book, “No More Ordinary!” just hit #2 on Amazon’s Hot New Sellers’ List!! Are you kidding me?!!

“No More Ordinary!” is also #3 on the overall Hottest Sellers of the Day list on Amazon!!  God … You are so good!!

It is also #7 overall on Amazon’s Christian Spiritual Growth List!! Is this really happening?! Would one of you pinch me?!

Ever since I was a little girl in the second grade … my heart’s desire has been to write books. I knew that books could take you places you had never been and could teach lessons that were otherwise unattainable.

I knew that the power of the written word was extraordinary and truly life changing. I knew, at 8 years old, that within my ordinary soul were hundreds of books yet to be written.

“No More Ordinary!” is a rich and challenging look at what abundant life is at in its core. Jesus came not only to forgive your sins and take you to heaven … but He came to bring heaven to earth! He came to get heaven into you while you are living in the warzone of planet earth.

The life that Jesus came to give is a life so magnificent and unparalleled that even the angels gasp in wonder at the life that we have been given. If you want to live this kind of life … you need to read “No More ordinary!”

If you have already bought your copy, thank you, from the bottom of my 

heart! Now – would you consider buying one for a friend?

If you haven’t yet bought your copy – would you do me the honor of buying one today?

Now excuse me … I need to go shout some more!!


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"She Is..." Devotional

Introducing a brand new devotional...

"SHE IS..."  

Your mom story is different from anyone else’s because you ... your life ... and your children are unique. 

You were created to mother the children that you have been given by the grandest Father of all! 

Join us from May 1 - 10th, and discover that everything  that He is ... you can be also as you travel the exciting, often times tempestuous, yet always fulfilling experience of motherhood!  

 

  • Whether you are a mom of 1 or 19...this is for you!  

  • Whether you are a mom of babies, preschoolers, teens or adult children...this is for you!

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  • Whether you are waving the white flag or living the pinterest dream...this is for you!

 CLICK HERE  to sign up for the 10 daily devotionals (beginning May 1st and ending May 10th) to be delivered to your inbox.  We'll share funny stories, yummy recipes, specific prayers, tips from seasoned moms, and so much more!  If you've ever needed encouragement for the journey...this devotional is for you!

She Is a Warrior.  She is Tender. She is MOM!

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Today is a Treasure

Humbled.  Honored.  Excited. 

Unbelievable!  A dream come true! 

A racing heart … a dry mouth … a mind that pauses in wonder.

This week has held a red-letter day for me … but this week, the first week of April 2014, is not really where it all began. 

It started on September 7, 1960 … the day that my beautiful mother walked my sister and me halfway to the one room schoolhouse in the tiny village of Alabama, NY. 

Mom held my hand from the safety of our family home to the Methodist Church, which was halfway to school.  She kissed my expectant cheeks and then waved good-bye as I walked the rest of the way without her gentle voice and her guiding touch.

I was about to start school … the grandest adventure of my life!  Waiting at the one room schoolhouse for me was my teacher … a young Australian war bride by the name of Margaret Dombrowski.  I fell in love that early autumn day.

I fell in love with Mrs. Dombrowski and with school.

Mrs. Dombrowski didn’t merely teach me to read and write … she taught me to LOVE reading and writing.  Her impact on my young life was profound as she was my teacher for the first three years of school.

On the third day of the second grade, in September of 1962, Mrs. Dombrowski placed a book in my hands.  It was “Little House in the Big Woods”  by Laura Ingalls Wilder.

I was in love with again … with Pa and Ma, Laura and Mary, Baby Carrie … and their good old bulldog, Jack!

I finished “Little House in the Big Woods” in 3 days and had read through the entire Little House series by the end of second grade.  I was not a child genius by any stretch of the imagination … I just simply loved to read.

While long division and figuring out the order of the planets gave me a headache … I would read anything that Mrs. Dombrowski placed in my anxious hands.

While I never was chosen first for the kickball team or learned how to do a cartwheel … I knew the delight of rolling words around in the caverns of my brain.

Can you really know your calling in the second grade?  I certainly did.  I wanted to write books just like Laura … and Louisa May Alcott … and Carol Ryrie Brink … and Maud Hart Lovelace.

I knew that my love for communication and the written word would never be a passing fancy but it might be the reason for which I had been born.

I knew that I knew that I knew that someday I would be an author … that someday I would write a book.

I grew up … went to college … fell in love … married the boy of my dreams … and began having babies.  5 of them.

And I fell in love again.  I fell in love with motherhood.

Hence, the childhood dreams of yesterday faded into the very real existence of wiping noses, changing diapers, dying Easter Eggs, hanging Christmas stockings and praying bedtime prayers.

But every January 1, when the McLeod family sat down to talk about New Year’s resolutions and goals … mine was always the same … to write a book.

While my children were dreaming of hitting home runs … buying a new bike … convincing their Dad to get a puppy … saving their pennies to buy an American Girl Doll … or being the president of their class … my dream never changed.

I wanted to write a book.

What I didn’t realize then … but I do now … is that during those years of Little League and tea parties … of piano lessons and roller blades … of puppies and American Girl dolls … is that I was indeed writing a masterpiece.

Actually … I was writing 5 masterpieces by the titles of Matthew, Christopher, Jordan, Joy and Joni Becca.

Every year, from the time I was 12 years old to the year that I turned 51, writing a book was my primary New Year’s resolution.  In case you have trouble with math like I do … that was 39 l-o-n-g years.

Oh … I had written hundreds of books in my mind and heart over the decades but never did I have the convergence of time, self-discipline and desire until the spring of my 51st. year.  Then … I wrote my first book and had the audacity to self-publish it.

What’s not to love about a book named, “The Rooms of a Woman’s Heart?!

Since writing the first book nearly 10 years ago, God has opened doors in the publishing industry for 3 other books.


Defiant Joy!” is the story of my battle with depression after losing 5 babies and the power that I found to battle that wicked emotion with the principles found in the Word of God.

“Holy Estrogen!” is a humorous, hopeful look into the world of emotions gone wild.  Who knew that the Bible talks about stress, anger, worry, difficult people and even broken hearts?!

 

 

 

 

This week, my fourth book, No More Ordinary!” was published by Bridge-Logos.

"No More Ordinary" is my attempt to challenge believers to tap into the life of God’s dreams.  Every day is a miracle!  There is no such thing as an “ordinary” day or a “blah” day when God is involved.

Life is a rare and priceless treasure!  Do not waste one more hour or even one more minute in the dregs of worry, discouragement or grayness.

What is your dream?  Perhaps today is your day to get off the couch of mediocrity and remember your childhood passion.

Why were you born?  If you are still breathing, there is still time to discover the purpose for which you were created.  Do it today!

What do you love to do the very most?!  That is where the dream begins that God placed in your heart!  Trust me … I know.

God has a life of “No More Ordinary!” for you.

Humbled.  Honored.  Excited.

Unbelievable!  A dream come true!

A racing heart … a dry mouth … a mind that pauses in absolute wonder.

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3 Lessons I've Learned From a Girl Named Cady

I am 59 years young … teetering on the brink of celebrating 6 decades of living!  You would think that I would know everything there is to know by now, wouldn’t you?! 

You would think that I would know why winter is so long and why children grow up and leave home and why bad things happen to good people.  But I don’t know the “why” of any of that.  I simply don’t know why.  I just know that it happens.

I have learned 3 new lessons this week the hard way.  I now have in my heart the understanding of 3 life truths that have been completely excruciating to learn.  I have learned them from a young woman by the name of Cady Morgan Lewis who married the man of her dreams only 9 months ago.

When Cady and Jordan were married on June 29, 2013, Cady knew exactly what she was getting into.  Jordan had just been told that the cancer he had fought 2 years earlier had come back with a vengeance.  Cady heard everything that the doctors had to say and married Jordan anyway.

She married him because of faith.

She married him because of hope.

She married him because of love.

"But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.” – I Corinthians 13:13

Jordan walked into heaven on March 20, 2014 … just 9 days short of their 9 month wedding anniversary.  Jordan’s healing is complete and he now lives and breathes in the presence of Jesus!  Imagine that!!

As I have watched this couple valiantly stand in faith, hope and love over the past 9 months, this is what I have learned from 2 young people, who although decades younger than I am, possess a wisdom and strength far deeper than anything I have ever tapped into.

  1.  – I have learned what true love looks like.  I have learned that true love is not found in Valentine gifts, honeymoons and diamond rings.  True love is found in the ICU, in choosing to sing rather than cry and in listening to what the doctors have to say but in believing for life anyway.  Cady’s commitment to Jordan’s life and to his healing are what true love looks like.  Cady loved her man deeply, passionately and thoroughly.  She had the resolve and strength to love when others would have given up.  I want to love like Cady Lewis has loved.  True love will always look exactly like Jordan and Cady Lewis to me.

"The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” – Psalm 34:18

2. I have learned how to stand in faith.  Cady and Jordan possessed a gargantuan faith that was never threatened by worst case scenarios, the grim diagnosis of medical experts or the severe symptoms that Jordan endured.  They continued to believe for a miracle healing until Jordan took his last breath this side of heaven and then Cady believed some more.  Cady’s belief in Jordan’s total healing never wavered.  Jordan’s belief that he would “live and not die and declare the works of the Lord” never wavered.  Jordan had more faith in his little finger than most of us stir up over a lifetime.  Whenever I need to stand in faith for a miracle again, I will remember the faith of Cady and Jordan Lewis.

 3 – I have learned how to continue to trust in God’s goodness when my prayers don’t receive the answer I so desperately desired.  My faith is absolutely not shaken in a God Who is always good even though Jordan now dances in the presence of Jesus and not on earth with his young and beautiful wife.  I love God more today than I did on June 29, 2013 and on March 20, 2014.  I love Him even when His answer does not line up with my deepest desires.  You see, I don’t believe that God said “No” to our fervent prayers for Jordan’s healing … I believe that God said, “I will heal him forever and ever!”

Whenever I read the story of Lazarus, I always wonder, “Jesus, why did You cry?”

Why did you cry when you were confronted with the earthly death of your dearest friend?  Was it because you missed him?  Was it because the people were saying, “Why weren’t you here?”

There is a stirring in my heart today that the reason that Jesus cried was because he knew how wonderful heaven was … and he was about to bring Lazarus back from that place where 23 year old young men are forever healed and whole and laughing and dancing.  Jesus cried because He was about to bring Lazarus back to the war zone of planet earth when heaven is actually the ultimate goal of every life regardless of age.  I believe that Jesus cried because we, his children on earth, focus on the temporary while He focuses on eternity.

So now what do we do?  We pray for this spectacular bride and for all of the todays and tomorrows yet to come for her this side of eternity.  We pray that Jesus, the God of all comfort, would comfort her broken heart.  We pray that His dear presence would envelope Cady’s heart and give her the strength to carry on.  And, we rejoice in the short life of Jordan Alexander Lewis.  We rejoice that he lived … that he loved … that he hoped … and that he was a man of extraordinary faith.

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction so that we will be able to comfort those whoa re in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God, for just as the sufferings of Christ are ours in abundance, so also our comfort is abundant through Christ.” – II Corinthians 1:3-5

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The Wonder of Now

I have been known to be guilty of longingly believing, like Scarlett O’Hara, that tomorrow will be better.  I am often convictable of gazing yearningly into the glory of the future unknown and then mistakenly dream about fictional days that will most certainly be exponentially more wonderful than any real today could ever be.

I am sure that I will make more money next year …

I am certain that I will lose at least 30 pounds in some magical month in my perfect and self-disciplined future yet to be lived …

My marriage will be better tomorrow … my house will stay cleaner next week … I will solve all of my problems in 2015 … and I will get to live at the beach very, very soon.

"Do not boast about tomorrow for you do not know what a day may bring forth.” – Proverbs 27:1

But the simple truth is this … today is the very best day of my life.  There is no richer or fuller gift than the undeserved endowment of the present.  Today is the moment of miracles … the present holds the certainty of great wealth and the assuredness of an existence that is quite simply, too good to be true!

What is without fiction or exaggeration is that I am able to choose how much splendor I will wring out of today.  Will I slog through uncommon moments and look dull-eyed at all that I have been given?  Or will I embrace the ordinary miracles that rear their lovely heads in every waking moment?           

If my focus is fixed on the remote possibilities of tomorrow, I will never be captivated by the wonder of now!

" … And tomorrow will be like today, only more so …” – Isaiah 56:12b

If you are a mom, don’t wish your child’s life away by saying things like:

 “I can’t wait till my baby sleeps through the night … or is potty-trained … or learns to talk … or goes to pre-school.”

Indulge in the amazement of parenting that belongs to you today.  When you are up with a colicky baby, pray that this little heart will stay soft toward the Lord and that he or she will walk in their God-directed destiny in life!  Don’t waste time mourning over lost sleep but celebrate the quiet moments of prayer that are so vital to the person that this little life will become.

Treasure every season, every day and every unscripted opportunity to pour love, time and training into the child who will become the legacy that you leave behind.

"In the day of prosperity be happy, but in the day of adversity consider – God has made the one as well as the other so that man will not discover anything that will be after him.” – Ecclesiastes 7:14

It’s not only mothers who deal with the propensity of believing the fantasy that tomorrow holds the treasure that today lacks.  It’s all of us in every season of life who agree with the falsehood that Scarlet so aptly stated,  “Home … I’ll go home!  And I will think of a way to get Rhett back.  After all … tomorrow is another day!”

What Scarlett was ignoring, and what you and I ignore as well, is that the choices we make today determine the joy and love we will experience tomorrow.  The investment of whole-hearted engagement in the present will assuredly bring a wealth of resources tomorrow.  However, the focus must be on living well today.

"My mouth is filled with Your praise and with Your glory all day long!” – Psalm 71:8

Perhaps you would like to spend just a few minutes of today making some declarations with me that have the power to unlock the beauty and glory of all of the “now” moments of your life:

Today I will splendidly and extravagantly spend time listening to others and not merely thinking about me.

Today I will celebrate my current season of life and not foolishly long for different days, experiences and activities than the ones that have been delivered to my doorstep on this day.

Today I will not worry about what I do not have but will gratefully share all that I do have with the people I meet along the way.

Today I will use my fine china for no reason at all!

Today I will sing without regret and say “thank you!” loudly and often!

Today I will smile at children … give words of encouragement to strangers … and respond to the love I have been given.

Today I will wrap myself in the glory of creation … whether it is in the sparkling and quiet white of a winter afternoon or in the firefly and watermelon moments of summer.  I will deeply inhale the luscious days of new birth that only spring delivers and thoroughly appreciate the color and harvest of an autumn afternoon.  Whatever season I am in … that season will be my favorite!

Today I will be the very best “me” I can be and I will cease creating the fantasy “me” of the future.

I will make myself at home in the pleasure of today and find the fingerprint of God in every moment.  I will listen for His heartbeat and for the song of life that comes only from heaven.

I will tie myself to the present … and be captivated by the gift of today!

“And my tongue shall declare Your righteousness and Your praise all day long.” – Psalm 35:28

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How to Be at Peace in the Busy-ness

My focus must remain on Him Who gives me peace in the storm

Whew!  Life can be busy and bothersome at times, can’t it?!

Schedules, calendars, appointments, errands, meals, laundry, relationships, budgets, career, family, housework, pets, parents, children ….

And the list goes on … and on … and on …

How does a believer survive in the midst of the crushing demands?  How can one remain a person of excellence while living in a world of mediocrity?

How can one person assure that life is consumed with the right stuff and not mere distractions?

On any given day of any calendar week of the year, the resolve that it takes to accomplish my “to-do” list is exhausting.  And you know what?!  I love every single minute of it!

Why do I love the busy-ness and thrive in the consuming schedule?  It’s simply because of one familiar Bible story that changed my life nearly 40 years ago.

"Now as they were traveling along, He entered a village; and a woman named Martha welcomed Him into her home.  She had a sister called Mary, who was seated at the Lord’s feet, listening to His Word.  But Martha was distracted with all her preparations; and she came up to Him and said, “Lord, do You not care that my sister has left me to do all the serving alone?  Then tell her to help me.”    But the Lord answered and said to her, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and bothered about so many things …

 But only one thing is necessary, for Mary has chosen the good part, which shall not be taken away from her.” – Luke 10:38-42

It’s all about what we choose to be the main part and not the minor part of our ordinary lives.  I have discovered in my extremely swamped life of deadlines, expectations, reminders, goals, dreams and commitments … that One Thing comes first.  One thing always comes first.

My focus must remain on Him and not on the stuff.  I must give to Him the first part … and therefore the best part … of my day.

It’s Christianity 101.

If you find yourself sinking under the relentless call of an overloaded schedule, you might want to take some advice from the life of Mary and her frustrated sister, Martha.

Choose the good part of life.  It is really all that is necessary.

Choose to spend time early in the day with the One Who goes to the heart of your issues.  Welcome Him into your life and set yourself strategically at His nail-scarred feet.  Listen to His Word with delight and submission.

Don’t be distracted with the voices that call the loudest.  His loving voice may actually be the softest but it is also the most important voice you will ever hear.  He wants you to choose to listen to Him and not to the cacophony that the tornado of the urgent creates.

We all have preparations that seem imperative at the moment.  Like Mary, and like Martha, we all must make a choice of value and priority in those intense moments of life.

Will you choose the things that worry and bother you?  Or will you sit at His feet and be captivated by His presence?

I choose to be in awe and wonder that He has chosen to dine with me in the hovel of humanity that I have built.

He chose to come to me … to my life.  And now, I must give to Him the best part of who I am.  Everything else is just stuff.

He is my One Thing that is truly necessary.

Deadlines come and go … demands change their tone of voice … the page of the calendar month will turn.  But He never changes.  He is the Constant in an unstable and urgent life.

Every one of us must choose.  We all have the opportunity to be frustrated or to be faithful.  We have the power to select those things that consume the best part of every day of every month of every year.

My choice is clear and certain … like Mary … I love being at His feet.  I love marinating in the Words that He speaks.  I love Him.

The miracle that happens when you and I choose the good part is that the rest of the day is ordered and productive.  I am able to move mountains of details and accomplish endless lists of tasks with ease and in a timely fashion. 

When I give Him my best...He gives me His perspective

And even when something remains unfinished … or someone is disappointed with my effort … or there are phone calls that have not yet been returned … or a deadline that looms still … my heart is at peace.  When I give Him my best … He gives me His perspective.

And so today I choose.  I choose the good part which shall never be taken away from me.  I choose a position of submission.  I choose not to embrace frustration, worry or bother but to celebrate His presence in my ordinary life!  

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Help Women Live No More Ordinary!

Beloved Bible teacher and author, Carol McLeod, is on a quest to help women leave behind the grayness of a black and white existence to tap into the glory and grandeur of friendship with God - and would love YOUR help!

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We’re inviting you to become part of Carol’s social media launch team to help women live “No More Ordinary”!, (Carol McLeod’s new book project releasing April 1, 2014.)

Here’s how it works:

  • As part of the social media launch team, we’re inviting you to help get the word out about Carol’s new book, No More Ordinary!, through the social media channels you currently use - Pinterest, Facebook, Twitter, blogs, etc - throughout the month of April.
  • Anyone interested in participating will simply fill out the form (below) and submit it to Just Joy Ministries. 
  • If selected, Just Joy Ministries will give you access to the “posts” for you to share on your social media. You don’t have to create the posts; we supply them for you!  It’s EASY!
  • Participants will then post three to four times each week - whenever convenient for you - from April 1 - April 30, 2014. 
  • As a thank you for being part of the launch team, we’d like to give you four gifts: a digital copy of "No More Ordinary", a 25 Day Companion Devotional to "No More Ordinary”; an Insider’s Guide:  10 Daily Choices to Living an Extraordinary Life; and an Exclusive Audio Teaching "No More Ordinary” by Carol. 
  • As much as we would love to, we cannot accommodate everyone. Therefore, the launch team will be limited to those who have an active social media presence. For more information, please email Just Joy Ministries.

To become part of the launch team, please click the link below and fill out the form.  

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