Sunday Strength

OGod, do not remain silent;
   do not turn a deaf ear,
   do not stand aloof, O God.
See how your enemies growl,
   how your foes rear their heads.
With cunning they conspire against your people;
   they plot against those you cherish.
“Come,” they say, “let us destroy them as a nation,
   so that Israel’s name is remembered no more.”

~Psalm 83:1-4

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Made to Crave

Thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of women have picked up Lysa TerKeurst's new book, "Made to Crave."  I know I am one of them.  Along with several women from my church I'm involved in an email Bible study on the book.

The first two chapters about wiped me out.  I'll be writing more as I go but I'm not sure how much I'll actually be able to verbalize.  I mean...several things Lysa tosses out in the first two chapters had me wanting to run for my bed and curl up in the fetal position.  Not a good indicator...

One thing I can say right now is I covet your prayers.  My brain is already doing that "throw up a wall & refuse to deal with it" thing that I am oh so incredibly savvy at doing.  I don't want to do that.  Pray God helps me push down the walls & deal with this issue.  There is nothing I want more in my life than to make sure God stands at the forefront of everything.  Abolish every idol and if I didn't think of it that way before, I surely know now - food is an idol of mine. 

Are you reading it?  If not, are you considering it?  What have you heard about it so far?  Very little excites me while frightening me at the same time.  This book does that.  So far...


An Anti-Valentine's Day Note

Sorry, folks... for those of you who absolutely "love" Valentine's Day, I won't be making you happy with this post.

My huband and I tell each other and show each other we love each other every single day.  He brings me flowers "just cause."  I know - we're rare, he's rare and I am very fortunate.

My anti-Valentine's Day rant?  It's for all of those people out there who do NOT have a Valentine for today.  I know the heartbreak, the loneliness, the sadness, humiliation...  I don't miss it and I don't wish it on anyone.

Truth is, today is about commercialism.  Buy your romance.  Buy flowers, cards, chocolates... 

What if we made today about service?  Know of an elderly person nearby?  Know a single adult?  What if we...invited them to lunch or dinner, took them a card? 

What if we dedicated the day to showing our love for He who IS love instead of spending money on chocolates we'll only sing the "hip attachment lament" for later or a card that ends up packed away somewhere? 

For the last two years, God has honored me by allowing me to put together a dinner for two of the singles' groups in my church.  This year was not meant to be but I had already started working on their gift.  I was going to frame this print I'd created and give it out to each person:

After all - for romance?  Who can provide more?


Becoming a Woman

This morning's question of the day on my radio station was "How do you know when you have "become" a man (or a woman?)?"

It's a very interesting question to me.  I've been thinking about it for a good part of they day.  When I was two months shy of graduating from high school, I was engaged to a man I knew I didn't really want to marry.  I only said yes because I "knew" no one else would ever want to marry me.  That was uber-foolish and incredibly insensitive to the man I married.  I didn't care, though.  To add to my foolish thinking, I ended up pregnant two months before I graduated from high school, married that October and separated 20 months after that.  From Miss to Mrs. to Mommy to Ms. in just under two years time. 

My son, though.  Oh my handsome, glorious, bright, funny and wonderful son.  He made every moment of my folly worth it.  The trouble I've had for years, though, is struggling with the idea that I did him a horrible disservice in raising him.  I did not raise him with the fear of the Lord, he doesn't even know who God is.  He thinks he knows who I "believe" God to be but my son doesn't have any kind of relationship with Him whatsoever.  Breaks my heart and for those of you who have children, you can completely understand why.

When the radio station asked that question this morning, it really got me to thinking.  I believed I became a woman the day I gave birth to my son and suddenly a world of responsibility I never actually fathomed was wrapped in the tiniest of blankets and laying in my arms. 

I was wrong.  That brought me closer but it was the finish.  I could say looking back that I believe it might have been when I turned 30.  I would have been wrong there, too.  I was acting very grown-up but I was not yet a woman.

Truth?  The truth is I am still growing into womanhood.  My goal, my prayer is to attain this:

Wives, in the same way submit yourselves to your own husbands so that, if any of them do not believe the word, they may be won over without words by the behavior of their wives, when they see the purity and reverence of your lives.  Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes.  Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.  For this is the way the holy women of the past who put their hope in God used to adorn themselves. They submitted themselves to their own husbands,  like Sarah, who obeyed Abraham and called him her lord. You are her daughters if you do what is right and do not give way to fear.  ~1 Peter 3:1-6If and when I become THAT woman?  I will know I am finally, truly a woman.  In the meantime, I remain a child of God, following Him and working toward that beautiful picture of a true woman of God.  My prayer is God allows me the privilege of realizing that goal and attaining it before He calls me home.  That is, however, entirely up to Him because in the end, no matter what I hope for, wish for or dream for - it's not about me, it's about Him and His glory alone. 

Next?  Becoming a man of God (my opinion and hence the background at the beginning of this post...).


Sunday Strength


tell you, my friends, do not be afraid of those who kill the body and after that can do no more. But I will show you whom you should fear: Fear him who, after your body has been killed, has authority to throw you into hell. Yes, I tell you, fear him.

~Luke 12:4-5

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