Why Worry?

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Matthew 6:25-27(NIV)

Whining Like a Child

Boy is this child theme playing its way out in my week. I'm learning I act like a toddler when I do not get my way. I kick and scream inside. I say "but, but, but." It's not a pretty picture.

Let me paint one for you. I recently cancelled my commitment to go to a writers conference next month. Last week the money showed up on our credit card. A nice amount, just in time for car repairs. Don't you love how that happens? In it comes, out it goes.

In the meantime, I got an email from the Captivating conference saying there are a few openings for their retreat next weekend. My guess is the economy affected their numbers. You'd have to know how much I want to go to this to know what this email did to me. I couldn't believe it. I didn't get picked for the lottery last fall, but I prayed that God would move mountains so I could go. This was a sign. This is what I asked for for my 40th birthday but didn't get. Lottery closed. I eventually accepted the "no." But deep down I held on to my desire like a pitbull, stubborn and lock jawed.

Now for the brat in me.

Remember I just got back from a women's retreat in January. This retreat was tons cheaper and with the women from my church. It was a real gift. I used a freelance check to pay for this. No pressure on the family budget. Perfect.

So what am I doing now arguing with my husband as to why I should be able to go? I just went on a retreat. Hello! Why can't I see that we've made a family commitment to be debt free? Derek's point about our finances is valid. Especially this year with all the changes. I need to back down, but no. I whine. Why do I insist on saying that the credit card credit and the retreat fee are almost the exact amount? Why do I pull his annual hunting trip into the picture? To manipulate my way!

But isn't this God's way of providing and moving mountains? Not necessarily, the credit is for our car.

Bottom line is I whine like a child sometimes. I see only what I want and I throw a fit like a toddler in a grocery cart who wants candy.

What freedom it is to realize how much I NEED God to live through me every moment of my day!! Without Him, I am something I don't want to be. Childish. Focused on me, me, and me!

I've come to terms another "no." I don't understand. I'm not sure why this is coming up right now. Obviously to show me what needs to go in my heart. I am at rest with God and in agreement with my husband. Now if it rains dollars, I'll let you know.

A close friend offered me this wisdom after I vented: "Tiffany, you don't have to go to this retreat to meet with God."

AMEN..

He is my everything. I don't need anything extra! His presence is more than enough!!

So you see, there's a child in me. And from time to time she decides to throw a tantrum. I've done my time in my time out chair. Now back to acting like a big girl. :)

Carried Like a Child

Some times, as God's children, we cannot walk alongside Him. (see previous post) I think of toddlers. They get tired. They need rest. Naps. In those moments, the best medicine for the weary child is to be held. Carried. Bags and all.

That was me last night. I could no longer walk, grab a hand or carry my load. I was wounded and exhausted.


I'm learning to no longer run to man for my rescue. I cannot. When I am hurting and in need of comfort, I must go to my Perfect Love, my Father God. When I do, He willingly tends to my needs. Just me and Him. In His arms, I am freed to rest, whine, cry, drink, sleep, just be still, listen to his songs, whatever. Cuddling in His lap calms my heart. I receive His truth, love and grace. After time and attention and some rest, I can crawl out and walk again. Renewed. Restored.

Last night I had a past wound reopened again. I felt raw. This caught me by surprise. Who knew I had been carrying hidden baggage? My God did. And he had an answer for me. I cried as I journaled, listening to my MP3. Then I noticed something.

Three things. All saying the same thing.

God came near and wanted to carry me.



(Hannah added this picture on my phone a few days ago. She added the tagline just the night before!!! God's love amazes me.)

Wow, I needed this reminder that it's okay to quit walking and rest in His arms.

This moment lead me to look up in my Bible the word "carry" and found this definition: To lift and move a burden; to transport. I read every verse that referenced this word from my concordance. Here's one of the many verses that touched my heart.

The LORD your God, who is going before you, will fight for you, as he did for you in Egypt, before your very eyes, and in the desert. There you saw how the LORD your God carried you, as a father carries his son, all the way you went until you reached this place," Deuteronomy 1:30-31(NIV).

Thank You, Lord, for the tender and personal ways You speak to my heart and wounds. Thank you for carrying me to this place of restoration with You. I feel like I can walk again. But maybe a little slower today!

Coming to God Like a Child

Please excuse the behind view of this photo. I wish I had a way to cover her rear with a graphic, but I don't know how. Here I am again taking pictures. Pray for me to drive safely. I was almost stopped thank goodness! I'm compelled to capture moments that speak to my heart. I love my camera.

I live with an ever-increasing hunger to know and share the depths of God's love. I've asked Him to give me eyes to see; He is faithful to answer. I see God in this precious picture of a mom and her two little ones.

This is a perfect example of us coming to God as a child. I love the fact that she is able to hold more than one child's hand. In her right hand of all hands. I love that she carried both of her children's bags for them. They probably got too tired of the extra weight. They are weak and small, she is strong and willing.

I could continue to share more about what is speaks to me but I will let God speak to your heart as you look. There are SO many verses I could use to back up this idea, but I will let you dive deeper should your choose. Keys words like child, right hand, burden, Father, come to my mind.

Please know YOU are loved by your Heavenly Father/Papa. He wants to lead You with His righteous right hand--and carry your bags.

Are you willing to give those things that weigh you down to your Abba Father to carry?

How 'bout your hand, are you willing to grab His, trusting He knows where He is going and what is best?

Just Call Me Video Crazy!

I cannot not share this video. It speaks deep to my longing. My relationship with God is the greatest gift I know. I want to take the love He fills me with each day and pour out. I don't want to get through the motions.



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This song is titled The Motions by Matthew West.

I jump and dance over the lyrics. It's my heartbeat!!

Got 15 Minutes for Another Video?

This short film "Validation" is a perfect example of the power of encouragement and smiles. I got teary eyed towards the end. And of course, I found myself smiling--a lot!

**the last 1 and 1/2 minutes are the credits.**

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A Battle Zone Rest

I'm worn out and weak today. Battling in prayer all week for the unborn and fighting with words on my blog is tiring. This is war you know. This is where battles are won. Intercessory prayer is a battleground. I feel it. I knew this before I started posting about abortion this week. I didn't care. I had to go forward and attack the enemy. I stepped willingly into war.

Today I accept my physical weakness as part of the fight. But I will not shut up or stop pleading for mercy and healing and change. I cannot. I will not. After all, soldiers have a duty to fulfill. They are committed to the cause of freedom. They train for moments like these. I know I've been called to fight and so I will each time God tells me to. As long as I have breath, I will face the bloody battle head on. Because I know who's on my side. GOD, the Most High. I will put on my armor and enter the fields prepared for whatever comes my way.

I've fought hard all week. However today is not a day for battle. Today a rest is needed. All soldiers must refuel and prepare again for the next attack. I've done my part this week. I sense I can take a day off. These are my orders. Commander's orders.

So this morning I'm in a secret place, comforted by my Prince of Peace. Knowing He is near. Listening to His whispers of love. Tending to my physical need of restoration. Trusting He heard my cry for LIFE. Believing God has a redemptive plan in all of this. I am content. At peace. Thankful.

This week God spoke to me with these words, "I stand guard over you. No weapon formed against you will prosper."

Thank you, Father God!

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Thank you for reading my posts about abortion all week. I know it's not easy stuff. It's ugly. Your support and prayers are much appreciated. ************************************************

Lord willing, I will add an amazing story on my blog soon. Maybe even today should the urge come. I have to call and interview this gal first. Her story of her son is worth sharing over and over. I pray I can get in touch with her soon and introduce you to her precious boy. A boy God created to shout out for life! He's a miracle!

What a Video!

Someone sent this to me after they read my abortion post.


Proof that even lives that start out at risk can thrive living.

And no, I didn't vote for him.

Let's Be Real about Abortion

I've been stewing all morning. Fearful. Stuck. Angry. Frustrated and feeling small. Wondering what else I can say about life and abortion this week to really make a difference.

Who even cares anyway? Aren't people tired of hearing about this?

I almost didn't post, but I sensed God saying shout out again. So here I am.

This morning I went to Planned Parenthood's website again was appalled at the lack of honesty about abortion. They promote it as most women feel a sense of "relief" afterwards. Sure, you are relieved in a warped way--to a point. But this is not the whole truth. You feel like a murderer. You know what you've done is just plain sick and wrong. You hide this experience from those closest to you. You hate the physical evidence of your "choice." Cramps. Blood. Pads. Your body and mind respond accordingly. You either shut down or sob rivers.

I shut down. Act normal, like nothing happened. Lie. Say you had a miscarriage.

Another annoying fact about Planned Parenthood's website. There's nothing about post-abortion syndrome. What? I'm heartbroken to know women wonder what's wrong with them a decade later. Or near the anniversary date. Anxiety. Thoughts of death. Depression and more. They even use the words, "abortion is very common" so readers will feel like it's no big deal.

The worst part is they have the nerve to share that late-term abortions may be more complicated than abortions done earlier, but they are "still safer than labor and childbirth." Who ever thought of that? Talk about insane.

About crisis pregnancy centers, they call them "fake clinics." They steer women away from these places because they are known to scare women about abortion and give them false information. Like having a baby is something terrible. I just don't get any of this. Who wrote these pages? Hitler?

Here's my problem. I have small faith and big fear. I see a giant force to contend with. I struggle knowing how much money Planned Parenthood has and how powerful they are. I feel like a peanut trying to topple Mount Everest. What can a peanut actually do?

This morning I reread David and Goliath to grasp more about fighting the "giants." Believe me, Planned Parenthood is one HUGE giant to me.

David's faith filled words from 1 Samuel 17 encouraged me this morning. May they help you face your giants, whatever yours may be today.

"32David said to Saul, "Let no one lose heart on account of this Philistine; your servant will go and fight him."

33 Saul replied, "You are not able to go out against this Philistine and fight him; you are only a boy, and he has been a fighting man from his youth."

34 But David said to Saul, "Your servant has been keeping his father's sheep. When a lion or a bear came and carried off a sheep from the flock, 35 I went after it, struck it and rescued the sheep from its mouth. When it turned on me, I seized it by its hair, struck it and killed it. 36 Your servant has killed both the lion and the bear; this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, because he has defied the armies of the living God. 37 The LORD who delivered me from the paw of the lion and the paw of the bear will deliver me from the hand of this Philistine."

Saul said to David, "Go, and the LORD be with you."

My "Go" command is writing this blog entry. This is my sling and my stone!

I believe God is on my side and against abortion. After all, He is the giver of all life. Unborn lives. My life. Yours.

So on this beautiful January day, I praise Him here for all the world to read! I celebrate my life with joyful songs. I pray God for victory for those in the valley of decision, the precious pregnant ones. May they choose life. I plead for the leadership and hearts of Planned Parenthood to soften and change. I shout out that my God is bigger than any manmade giant organization. I worship Him because He is God, the lover of my soul. The Giver of Life everlasting!

Life Matters, A Prayer for our President and nation

As promised I'm posting again in honor of Sanctity of Life week. As we all know today is an important day in history. President Obama takes his position in the highest seat in America. Wow! I have mixed emotions.

A part of me is overwhelmed with joyful tears for the victory that African Americans have waited years and years for. I cannot believe blacks were once slaves and treated worst than dogs. This change is our culture is so God's heart. This change is good. I'm thankful to see racial barriers crumble. I continue to teach my kids: "We are one race: the human race."

And then there's another side of my heart that is moved today. I'm sad to know that President Obama plans to support agendas that I strongly disagree with like abortion rights. My desperate prayer is that he will hold off on making decisions that will affect more human lives. I hope he will submit himself in prayer and follow God's answer. So I pray:


Heavenly Father, I lift up the future of our nation to You. I pray favor upon President Obama's term of service. Grant him wisdom to make wise choices for the American people. Give him strength and courage and a deep love for all people. Help him make choices that line up with your Word. I pray that Mr. President will rethink his position about being pro-choice.

Lord, you know the depth of pain that millions of women feel for making the "choice." I've been there myself. For many, the pain is too great for words. Tapping into this place makes some women feel like they might never recover. They think mental hospital. Often for these women, it takes decades to be emotionally ready to deal with the reality of that horrific decision.

For others, a numbing of the heart took place in the doctor's office during the procedure. To this day, these precious moms remain hardened to the reality of abortion being the death of their own child. For them, I grieve. Life is not meant to be lived comfortably numb. Being able to feel, love and heal are gifts from Your hand. Only You God can soften their hearts and make them whole again. I ask that you begin that process in these moms' hearts. Prepare them to receive healing and freedom from the shame of this choice. You are our Healer!

Going forward for the next four years, I ask for your hand of protection over the future unborn. Help pregnant women choose life over death. Bring people around them to support them as they walk through times of uncertainty and doubt about their and their baby's future. Give them a reason to carry to term. Give them hope when life is hard. Put adoption on the minds of people who can offer a home and love to these children. Do not allow these precious sons and daughters live their lives without parents or love. Work out all the details for those women that choose life. Even in the worst case scenerios, help moms choose life over death.

Better yet, Lord, help us live our lives out with sexual integrity so pregnancy is no longer a huge burden. May we become a people who chooses to honor our bodies and others until a marriage commitment is made. That seems like an impossible dream, but God with You all things are possible. Dr. Martin Luther had a dream many years ago, so do I.

I dream of a day when unborn life matters more than choice.

My prayer is that President Obama will one day soon believe with deep conviction that all life matters, including unborn lives in the womb!

Life begins at conception Your Word tells us so. In Jesus name I pray, Amen

In Honor of Sanctity of Life Week

In honor of Sanctity of Life week, I will be posting new entries about my past abortion and also sharing thoughts and interviews about the value of human life.

Today I am opening up my life again with you about my abortion. This is a letter titled Hello and Goodbye I read at the memorial service last May to a small group of people, including my husband and children.

The post-abortion Bible study required we give honor to the lives lost due to abortion by having a celebration of human life service. This step was extremely personal and painful, but it gave beauty and closure to our ugly experiences. I highly recommend every woman who has had an abortion to go through this step of naming and honoring her aborted child/ren. I found greater healing and freedom by doing this.

May God use my letter to touch and heal wounded hearts!

Hello and Goodbye

How is it possible to deny a life for 18 years and then get to embrace it for a short couple of weeks only to release it back to God? It hurts. Deep like a sword piercing my heart. That’s my story.

This letter is a hello and a goodbye. A day to acknowledge life. A day to mourn death.

Sadness fills the hollows of my soul and yet love covered my pain with such rare beauty.

Forever, I will remember my aborted child, Grace. Her life was a precious gift to me from my Heavenly Father. Not an accident like I thought. Not a blob of tissue.

She was a new life. A life in my womb handcrafted by God. For His purposes. When I think of her life serving as a reminder of God’s forgiveness and grace, I am broken. Torn to shreds as I admit I’ve let a precious life go. Intentionally. I thought of myself and my circumstances above her life and all of its possibilities. I can’t believe she had to die in order for me to find greater love and freedom in Christ. But today I see that is the case. Her life served a purpose. A healing and freeing one. And for that alone I am thankful and rejoice today.

Grace was a tiny life without a voice. Her spirit resides in the loving presence of the Lord. I imagine her sweet face and her beautiful voice singing praises. Someday I will get the privilege of holding her close, kissing her cheeks, and telling her that I’ve always loved her. Today her life remains as a joyful song in my heart to God.

“I will praise you forever for what you have done;
in your name I will hope, for your name is good.
I will praise you in the presence of your saints.”
Psalm 52:9

I Was Hungry

I Was Hungry...

I was hungry and you formed a humanities group to discuss my hunger.

I was imprisoned and you crept off quietly to your chapel and prayed for my release.

I was naked and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance.

I was sick and you knelt and thanked God for your health.

I was homeless and you preached to me the spiritual love of God.

I was lonely and you left me alone to pray for me.

You seem so holy, so close to God,

But I am still very hungry --and lonely --and cold.

~ found at the Oak Street House Exhibit at a missions and ministry conference in San Diego.

Video Speaks Volumes on Friendship

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No words needed...

Thankful for the Deepest Form of Worship

(I posted today on Laced with Grace. I thought I'd add this to my Thankful Thursday because I am truly thankful for the deepest form of worship. This post in about 640 words, sorry for the length. Couldn't make it any shorter. I tried.)

(yes, my reflection is in this picture.)

I just spent the weekend away with 150 ladies from my church. A women’s retreat after Christmas, what a way to kick off the New Year!

Linda Dillow was our speaker. She did an amazing job talking about worshipping God daily. I loved her heart and felt her messages deeply but I couldn’t cry. What happened to me? Did God heal me of all my pain? Strange, I carry my tears around like I do my purse.

As I soaked up the wisdom Linda brought from the Word, I felt myself entering deeper worship. By Sunday morning, I was exhausted and catching a cold, but I made myself get up early to watch the sun rise. Spectacular. I felt like God’s hands were touching my face as the warmth of the morning sun beamed through the window. Captured by scene before me, I felt loved.

After breakfast and performing in the last of four skits, I took a seat in the front row. I let down. Just one more session, then I can go home.

Linda told the story of Abraham and Isaac, but this time I heard it in a fresh way. The way Linda told their father/son journey made me think of my own children. I wanted desperately to stay calm and leave on an up note, but instead my tears poured out one after another. I held back the sounds of sorrow I felt bubbling inside. Others didn't. Their weeping broke my heart. So much pain in the room. Life is hard, isn't it?

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Daddy and Daughter Love

I took this picture yesterday on the way back from the women's retreat. For some reason, Hannah was in the front passenger's seat when Derek pulled up to the retreat center to pick me up. Odd, I thought. No problem. I hopped in the back with my teenage son Justin. We had fun.

Well you know me, next thing I know I'm taking pictures of everything. Mountains, ranches with horses, boulders, clouds, Justin texting on his prized cell phone, the back of my husband's head(lol, I deleted it), and Hannah.

In this picture, Hannah and her dad were talking but I couldn't hear them. I was praising God, thanks to Hillsong and my MP3 player. All I knew was they were having a good time. I captured Hannah's various expressions. Laughter, smiles, frowns, looks of curiosity, quiet contentment.

This picture says it all.

Hannah's eyes sparkle with love for her dad. Her smile says she feels safe and free enough to be herself. Choosing the front seat says she wanted and enjoys being close to him. She showed no fear even though he was driving. Ha, not me. She trusts her dad will get her home safely. This picture says she is comfortable around her daddy. Hannah knows she is loved.

This picture melts my mommy heart. Let me just say I have a good man. Derek is a good father. He's a good provider. He's fun to be around and he's funny. He is trustworthy and safe and loving.

This makes me think about our relationship with our Father God and the beautiful exchange He longs for between us. Oh, how Abba Father longs for us to understand His love. Like the face of my Hannah. He longs for us to trust Him and experience joy in relationship. Closeness. To feel safe enough to sit next to Him and look into the eyes of His heart. To listen to Him speak. He wants us to trust Him with the wheel of our lives. Our fear isn't necessary.

How comfortable are you with your Father God?

Do you let ever Him see your face? Do you look towards Him? Do you offer Him your smile? Your frown? Are you free to express yourself or are you afraid? Are you content to sit next to Him in silence?

Do you prefer the front passenger's seat, back seat, or the wheel in relationship with your Heavenly Father?

Do you trust Him to get you home safely?

Hmm. I'll be thinking about this one for awhile. What a way to end a GOD SIZED weekend! Lord, You truly amaze me!

Thank you, Derek, for loving our daughter well. You make me smile. My love for you grew yesterday.

To the Mountains I Go

Off to a women's retreat weekend. Ready for God to show up! :)

Heavenly Father, I thank You in advance for the weekend. I thank You for each woman that will be there. I thank you for our speaker and the message You've given her to share. I thank You for all the events of the weekend in advance. The laughs, the tears, food and friendships, worship time, comedy night, the leadership, our bunk bed rooms, hopefully hot water for showers, sleep(Lord willing), and for the four goofy skits I'm in. I'm trusting You've ordained this weekend for a reason. Your timing is perfect. Right after the Christmas season. Ahh, refreshment and renewal. Use this time as a springboard to start our new year. Let us all look for ways to serve one another. Please give all of us traveling mercies as it is supposed to be snowing today. Perfect I think for staying in a cozy lodge atmosphere. Please heal one of our leaders who's really sick right now. Restore her to good health. Lord, we are Yours. Do Your thing with us this weekend. We're ready and willing. Well, at least I am. :) Open our hearts, eyes, ears, and minds to receive You. Speak into our circumstances with Your truth that transforms. Be huge and move among us with Your love and goodness. We love You. We praise You. You are worthy of all our praise, all the time! In Jesus name, Amen

Identity Crisis

Here I am. Holding nothing, standing before my God begging for His presence. I've entered into a battle zone. An identity crisis of sorts.

Who I am?

I don't really know anymore.

This year has started off with a change in direction for me. I've had to have some difficult conversations. I've had to pull out of a good thing I've been a part of for years. It's strange to think God gave me a dream and then one day just took it away. But I believe He did just that.

The past couple days I've had to surrender that dream I once held dear. The dream no longer feels like my dream. It's for someone else. I'm at peace with that. The hard part is not knowing what my future holds. I see nothing ahead. I am empty handed and in many ways brokenhearted. I've hurt people. And I hate to hurt people.

But in a weird way, I am okay. Sad, yes, but okay because I believe God has something else in store for my 2009. Something even better. Sure, I don't know my way. I feel blind. My identity no longer carries a label. I am just me. Nothing more.

Who I am?

I am HIS and HE is mine.

This is right where I am supposed to be today. Without a doubt, I am resting and cradled in the center of His hand.

Hold me close, Lord. Wipe my tears. Carry my burdens. You are all I need. I live for You and You alone.

My Word for 2009--Freedom

Thought I'd update you on my word for this year. As I've prayed and asked for a new word for this new year(instead of a resolution), I've landed on freedom.

Freedom is one of my favorite words. I love singing the worship song, "I am free to run. I am free to dance. I am free to live for you. I am free!" Like a kite soaring above me, my heart flies closer to God when offer up these words.

You'd have to know my life story to really understand what the word freedom means to me. I've been so bound by shame, my body image, my negative thoughts, other people's opinions, my past choices, and so much more. I've lived much of my life in an invisible cage, thinking that's my lonely place in the world. Maybe that's what made me want to minister to teenage girls behind bars. I've lived it--in my mind.

Over the past 8 years especially, I've been rattling the steel bars I sense in front of me. One by one the bars are slowly falling away. Because of this, I now see life through a new lens. A clearer lens. I'm optimistic and hopeful. I dream for His greater love to be known on earth. I believe God desires to heal any sized wound. I'm learning to feel comfortable before a Holy God with my uglies exposed. Naked at heart. I can trust Him because with all of me because He cares for me with perfect love.

So as I start 2009 with freedom in mind, I'm learning I cannot enter mental jails anymore and be content. They no longer feel like home. Sure, I step in willing from time to time, but I no longer prefer a small view, darkness or stench. God's home for my heart is spacious, bright and smells sweet!

Here's what I know to be true: God's Word leads to freedom. His Word reminds me I can live free. I can explore His Word and presence at any time, any way.

When I think of freedom, I think of our American military men and women that fight for our freedom every day. The cost for freedom is great, sometimes lives are lost. Jesus paid that price for you and me. His life for ours. This truth makes me love Him more.

This year, my mission is to find a deeper sense of His amazing freedom and offer it freely to others. I'm also on guard of the bars that are set before me. I'm determined with God's help to get rid of them. They lead to slavery.

The truth is I AM ALREADY FREE! And, so are you!

It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. Galatians 5:1(NIV)

You, my brothers(sisters), were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather, serve one another in love. Galatians 5:13(NIV)(Added word and emphasis mine).

Wordless and Learning

Somehow I've slipped into a wordless zone on my blog over Christmas break and even into the new year. It's a strange place but I trust God has His reasons.

As I enter into 2009, I sense something new. However I cannot see past the end of my nose today, so therefore I'm not sure where I'm going. Crazy, maybe? I want more than anything to follow God. No matter what the cost. So for now, I continue to wait for His green light.

What am I learning lately?

* God is who I want to live for. I've spent too many years living to please everyone I meet.

* Healing is worth every tear.

* Waiting on God is harder and more tiring than I thought.

* I'm often busier thinking than doing.

* I'm a dreamer. I want to rescue the world! I want everyone to know that Jesus is able to fill every place of pain with His love.

* Communication is the gateway to intimacy even if the gate is narrow.

* I like change. Routine bores me. I enjoy taking risks, meeting new people and visiting new places.

* Creativity comes in many forms.

* Exercising is not like it was when I was in my teens and twenties. What happened? It's no longer fun, it's hard work.

* Cooking meals is my biggest struggle.

* The greatest things in life are small and often free.

* Turning 40 was a good thing. A wake up call. I'm more determined to life the second half with purpose. No more pity parties. I want to be a difference maker for Christ.

* A person's tone speaks more than what they say.


How's that for something to blog about? It's something anyway. It's an updated post. My first one of 2009. Yeah!

How 'bout you, what are you learning?