Pray for Your Chum

Lynette had another great idea(one of the best ideas, actually!)...praying for one another. I'll make this brief because I'm tired and it's almost time to tuck James in and say prayers. I don't have the time and energy to take a picture, so forgive me for cheating and just putting up my profile pic which you've seen a thousand times! (You'll recognize my big ole chipmunk cheek framed smile without a sign, though!) Tired or not, I really do wish to participate and I could use your prayers.

So...Please pray for your chum, Kelly! (Chum's not really my kind of word, but I love you, Lynette...so I'll use it for you!)



1. Please pray for the Lord's provision for Sufficient Grace Ministries...for continued unity, wisdom, and the Lord's leading for upcoming fundraisers that we are planning. For willing hearts to give and support us. For choosing dates for the golf outing and ice cream social. And possibly reaching out for fundraiser projects in blog world.
2. For balance for me as I juggle family, work, and ministry...for adequate rest and strength.
3. For right priorities and a right attitude.
4. That I would bring glory to God and show the love of Jesus in my relationships and through all of our ministry outreach opportunities.
5. That God would continue to guide, bless, and grow our efforts in this ministry and to reach out to even more... offering comfort and hope to families who grieve.

Thank you so much for your prayers...Love to all...

Why I Love Golf...And Some Random Spring Pics

O.K. you caught me...this post was originally written "in the beginning" of my blog days. But, I feel confident most of you have not read it: a. because no one was reading my blog back then and b. because most of you probably are not drawn to a post entitled "Why I Love Golf...". So I think it's safe to re-post as a Wednesday's Walk! If you are among those who do not love golf, I encourage you to read anyway. There may still be something for you! To share your sweet memories, please visit Lynette by clicking below:





The love affair began with the first ping....the beautiful sound of the club connecting with the sweet spot of the round dimpled ball. And it happened...the glorious white sphere flew up into the air and soared against the blue sky just like it was meant to do. Never mind that it took so many agonizing chunks and duffs and whiffs that resulted in the ball rolling a few feet in front of me before it happened. Never mind that I had only made the beautiful connection once out of fifty swings. Never mind that sweat was dripping down the side of my face and my arms were aching. It was too late...I was forever bound with this exhilarating, exasperating, humbling, enticing, equalizing game they call golf. That night, I stayed at the ladies' golf clinic (the one Tim had encouraged me to attend) long after everyone else left...long after blisters formed on my hands and they started bleeding. I asked for a band-aid and kept swinging.

I know what you girly-girls are thinking...ewww sweat....ewww blood! Let me tell you something...I am the queen of girly-girls. I was the girl in gym class that made the athletic boys groan with impatience when it was my turn at bat in wiffle ball. I am not one who regularly works out. I am not very coordinated and no one would ever mistake me for being athletic. The thing is, most of my life, I have avoided making attempts at sports or anything that I knew I wouldn't be particularly good at. And here's the reason...I can't stand to not master something. It's fine for me to say I wouldn't be very good at something I've never tried before...but it's another thing altogether for me to try and fail. It drives me crazy to not "be good" at something once I've tried it. I'm not competitive with others so much as myself...I want to do my best.

I know...prideful and petty though it may seem...God is using this pathetic trait of mine for good in my life. And learning to step out and try things that are not in my comfort zone is part of His plan for me. After all, our determination and perseverance comes from having high standards of excellence. And, while the Lord is often allowing me to be humbled and reminded of my imperfections and incompetencies despite my strong bent toward perfectionism...I press on.

Like so many who have fallen into the captivating clutches of the seductive game of golf, I decided to work at this game so that I could get better (or at least not completely embarrass my family on the course). And in the process, I have become utterly and completely smitten with golf.

Our entire family golfs. Tim...who incidentally is good at everything he does... a natural athlete with high standards of his own. The difference is that he is almost always able to achieve the standards with his grace and quiet, strong confidence. Timothy...who shares many of his father's athletic traits (except that he golfs and plays baseball left-handed)...he eats, sleeps and breathes golf...his attention to detail and mental focus ...his swing is beautiful, smooth and graceful and he has learned so many lessons that are applicable to life as he grows on his journey toward manhood. James...who at age seven hits the ball about the same distance as his mama...he has a natural swing, and a sweet serious, focused look in his eyes as he approaches the ball. He has learned so much on the course about patience, selflessness, waiting your turn, respecting others, self-control and being quiet (which doesn't happen anywhere else in his life...the quiet part, I mean!)



And me...sometimes I can really hit it, and most times I really CAN'T! When I can't, I'll be in the back yard until after dark trying to do it right. Does that mean I do it well? No...but I won't give up. The other important note: all of my clubs, bag, hat and accessories are pink, cute and girly...even my golf balls. Girl-style is encouraged in golf. The best part of my golf swing is my follow-through. Whatever happens in the beginning and the middle, it all seems to fall together in the end. I guess that's kind of indicative of our walk with the Lord...lots of stuff happens in between the beginning of our lives and the end. He uses all of it...the good, the bad, and the ugly...he shapes and molds, comforts and heals, forgives and cleanses, grows and strengthens us...gently making us into a new creation in Him. And because of Jesus, when the Father sees us ...we look just like we were created to be...and everything just falls into place. We are beauty from ashes to Him...we were the joy set before Jesus...His reason for enduring the cross, despite the shame. And because of Him...for those of us who have placed our trust in Jesus, our follow through...our ending is perfect and secure.

More reasons why I love golf...

1. The golf course is like land-scaping art work. It's a display of God's creation that truly, majestically honors the Creator. The different shades of green contrasting against the blue skies. The trees gently blowing in the breeze. The fluffy clouds...the rolling hills. It's breath-taking. It fills me with peace.

2.Because it's something my family loves. We can enjoy being together...learning patience, humility, integrity, and grace at the hands of this marvelous sport.

3. Golf is revealing. If you golf with someone, you can peek into the windows of that person's heart and soul. What kind of personality do they have? Do they have a temper? Are they honest? How honest? Are they thoughtful? Detail oriented? Focused or easily distracted?

4. Golf is humbling...even those who are very good at it can have a bad shot, a bad round. Behind every joyous, victorious success there are several moments of discouragement and defeat.

5. Golf is a test of will, mental strength, and perseverance. How much are you willing to endure? Can you shake off the bad shots? Can you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and try again?

6. Just when you are about to give up...just when you think your love for this game could turn to hate...it happens...that perfect ping and soaring ball. And your hope and determination are renewed. And you vow to press on in your quest, not to master but to relish the game.

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And now...some springtime fun, including a light saber battle. And James taking pictures of mommy standing beside our tree which bloomed in full this weekend.






Happy Wednesday Walking and Happy Spring!

Loving Our Husbands

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O.K., before I even begin this post, I must warn you that it is going to be much more than a little nugget. In fact, it is insanely long. I hope you will stay with me anyway, and I pray that you will be encouraged. This is sort of a combined Tuesdays Together and a post-I've-been-thinking-of-writing-for-awhile-to-encourage-wives-in-their-marriages. We are going to be talking about submission. Don't leave...it may surprise you. O.K., let's dig in...

Wives, likewise, be submissive to your own husbands, that even if some do not obey the word, they without a word, may be won by the conduct of their wives, when they observe your chaste conduct accompanied by fear. Do not let your adornment be merely outward- arranging the hair, wearing gold, or putting on fine apparel - rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is precious in the sight of God. For in this manner, in former times, the holy women who trusted in God also adorned themselves, being submissive to their own husbands, as Sarah obeyed Abraham, calling him lord, whose daughters you are if you do good and are not afraid with any terror.
I Peter 3:1-6

These verses are some of the greatest nuggets of wisdom for a wife. So many times women hear the word submission and recoil. I have heard pastors teach on submission, reminding couples that it is an easy and beautiful thing to submit to a husband who is doing his part by "loving His wife as Christ loved the church". Yes, that is true. (I have experienced it, and it is glorious.) But my personal advice to wives would be to not even read the parts of scripture that are meant for the husband. Don't even worry about how he should be loving you or behaving toward you. Focus on the words that are meant for you. Thinking about what your husband should do just tempts you to have a wrong attitude, feeds ungratefulness, division, envy, leads to unnecessary expectations, and other things that are really none of your business. How your husband should behave is between Him and the Lord. Focus on what is for you and stay away from the rest.

So, back to what is meant for us as wives. Be submissive. Submitting takes trust and humility. And it begins with trusting the Lord. Recently, a few of you have written that your husbands are not quite walking with the Lord. Some have wondered if submitting applies to you. The answer is "Yes". Years ago, when my husband did not attend church with me, someone made the comment that it was easier for me because she had to submit to her husband (because he was walking with the Lord). I told her that she was mistaken. I was to submit to my husband as well. God's word still applied to me, and if you are in that situation, it still applies to you.

And...as an aside, let me also encourage you on this: you are just as married as an "equally yoked" couple. I am not condoning being unequally yoked. If you are in that position, you know there are consequences. You are living them. However, your marriage can be fruitful and you can enjoy beautiful blessings with God's grace, as you continue to pray for and show love to your husband. You need not live your life on hold, thinking it will suddenly begin when your spouse comes to know the Lord. (Although, that day will be cause for great celebration!) There is hope, and there is joy for you...right where you are. You do not have to wait for perfect conditions. God is able to work in your marriage and to work in your life and your spouse's life, just as you are today.

How do I know this? The Bible tells me so.For the unbelieving husband is sanctified by the wife, and the unbelieving wife is sanctified by the husband; otherwise your children would be unclean, but now they are holy. ~ I Corinthians 7:14 Now, please understand, this verse does not guarantee salvation for the unbelieving spouse. But sanctification means set apart. Your prayers for your spouse matter. God hears every prayer you pray for your husband. And, because you love the Lord, God will take care of you and your family. And, He can even speak to and through your husband as you obey the Lord by submitting in your marriage. He will bless your willing heart.

If you still don't believe me that you are to submit to your husband whatever his spiritual state, just read the next part of I Peter 3, "that even if some do not obey the word, they without a word, may be won by the conduct of their wives, when they observe your conduct accompanied by fear...". Ladies, your husbands, whether walking with the Lord or not are looking to you. How will you show him the love of Jesus? How much better than to honor and respect him with your conduct? How better than to submit (as long as he is not asking you to go against God's Word) to your husbands in all things. If it brings honor to your husband to care for your home, care for your home. It brings honor to him to conduct yourself in a pure way. It brings honor to him to train your children up in the fear and admonition of the Lord. In whatever way you are able, submit. Serve him with love, honor and respect him...whether you feel he is deserving or not. As a matter of fact, don't even look at his flaws. Ask God to love him through you...to help you see your husband as God created him to be. His flaws are none of your business. Focus instead on the good qualities God has placed in your husband. You may be surprised to find his heart may melt toward you. It does wonders for a man's confidence to have his wife's honor and respect. Your husband needs that from you like you need to feel loved and secure. He needs the respect of his wife.

The next part talks about not just basing your beauty on outward appearance. That is not an excuse to "let yourself go". Part of showing love to our husbands is to care for our bodies and look nice. But, we are instructed to let our true beauty be what is inside..."the hidden person of the heart". We are to have the "incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit". Refer back to the first verse...remember "without a word". Our husbands do not need all of our words. We can be gentle and win them without a word. We do not need to nag or preach to our husbands, but should show them our love in the way we treat them and by our conduct. I'm not saying we cannot voice our feelings or our needs. But, we do so in gentleness, with love and respect. Pray first. Then speak. Let your words be filtered in love. (If you want to know about the love I speak of, see I Corinth. 13...You should be able to insert your name in where it says the word love. That's the love we need to ask God to give us for our husbands.)

Submission need not be a dreaded word. I would like to go so far as to say that God has shown it to be a great blessing in my life. Submitting to the authority of my husband places me under a blanket of protection. God gives him a wisdom, confidence, and authority that I often lack. I can rest in the comfort of knowing that he will lead, and because I trust the Lord to guide him, I can follow. This is a loving gift to a wife. It brings a peace and rest that striving to do things in our own power would never bring to us.

God designed marriage with a purpose to reveal more of Himself to us. Our marriage should be a picture of our relationship with Jesus. Although we are both walking with the Lord today, we are far from perfect Christians who always operate in our marriage roles exactly as God intended. We get frustrated and full of fleshly selfishness just like the next person. But, God is still working on us...still gently teaching us. And, when we have glimpsed the gifts He has for us in the moments when our marriage operates as He intended, the blessings abound. It is a glorious gift God has given us in marriage. A gift we can enjoy and treasure if we're willing to trust Him.

I welcome your questions and comments on this subject (that we could probably write pages on, if any of us had the time!). I am certainly not a bible scholar, but God has given me a heart to encourage women, and to pray for others. If you wish to talk more privately, you can also email me @ sufficientgraceministries@gmail.com.

Love to all...

Prayers for Joshua and Kayleigh

Please pray for Kayleigh and the beautiful Freeman family. I'm sure many of you already know Kayleigh's amazing story. Also, a sweet three year old boy named Joshua who is battling cancer could use our fervent prayers, along with his family. He is not doing well right now.

Under the Tree - April - Hope for the Journey

I am participting in Under the Tree to reach out to other mothers and families who are grieving the loss of their babies. For more information about Under the Tree, or to read about Carly's organization, please click on the link above. Below are this month's questions and my answers. Blessings to all...

How long has it been since you lost your child/ren? Has your grief changed at all? Is your life becoming any easier or is it just harder as time passes?

It has been twelve years since my twin daughters, Faith Elizabeth and Grace Katherine went home to heaven on November 3, 1996. Our son Thomas joined his sweet sisters on July 14, 1998 (more than ten years ago). My grief was intense when we first lost our daughters and later our sweet son. The shock was so great with our first loss...and the pain was at times overwhelming...like being being tossed about in a tumultuous sea of emotions. Waves of grief would wash over me in unexpected times. With our son...the sorrow was also great, but it was a familiar place that I had walked before and desperately didn't want to return to. I resisted the waves...not wanting to be under the control of the merciless grief. Still, there were moments of intense sorrow.

My life is much different and there has been so much healing since those initial years. I prayed and turned to scripture often during our time of great sorrow. Over the years, God has poured out His sufficient grace over our lives. He truly carried us through that time. Holding us when we were too weak from fighting the stormy sea of grief. He drew us closer to Him and each other. Our marriage survived many storms and is so much stronger and sweeter from the journey that we never would have chosen, but have been blessed for having endured. The bible says that God is able to make beauty from ashes in our lives...and we have seen Him do this more than once. It is a gift to know that in the darkest moments of our lives, Jesus will meet us and that He will keep His promise to never leave us or forsake us. He was there to carry my sweet Thomas home (and Faith and Grace) and He was there to carry me with His sufficient grace.

Today, I not only feel blessed for the healing that has taken place in my life, but I have the privilege of reaching out to offer comfort and hope to other mothers who grieve through our ministry: Sufficient Grace Ministries for Women. And I am able to share our story with so many others at hospitals, churches, and women's groups. God has taught me compassion for others...and given an understanding for grieving hearts that I wouldn't have had I not walked this path. There is also a sweetness for the simple gifts of life. We who have lost something so precious know the importance of treasuring every gift we are given in this life...especially those we are given to love.

How do you feel when you see pregnant women when you are out and about?

In the early years, it was hard for me to see other pregnant women for a time. Although, I was happy for their joy, I struggled with all that we had lost. I felt robbed of the gift of finding joy in pregnancy. For us, our joy had been tainted with great sorrow. I longed for a baby to fill my aching arms. And I thought I would never get to have a child again. It was painful. Sometimes I felt angry and bitter, but there was a point when it was important to let go of my bitterness, to turn away from focusing on all that I had lost and to focus on all that I had been given. God used gratefulness to heal my bitterness.

A family member had twin daughters a month after we buried our girls. And it tore me up...to see the little matching twin baby girl outfits and their sweet brown hair and brown eyes. The pain was unbearable when I would see them or see their pictures. I didn't begrudge anyone else their joy or celebrating the gift of each life, but my own sorrow was bigger than anything else. And seeing them was like pouring salt in my wounds. I was supposed to have the gift of identical twin girls. My mom and I were supposed to be wallowing in pink lace and ribbons. Again...the Lord changed my focus and eased the pain in my heart in time. And although there will always be pangs of longing in my heart for my daughters...and a little ache when I pass the little girls department, today when I see those twin girls in our family, I smile. I still miss my daughters, and their presence still reminds me of Faith and Grace. But, today, I welcome the reminder. It is a beautiful thing to see what my girls may look like or what they would be doing if they were here today. And I know that where they are is so much better than where I am. Some sweet day, I will hold them and my dear Thomas once more.

What's your therapy in the aftermath of losing your child? Do you go to counseling? Do you do artwork or some kind of exercise or do you simply just let yourself be? What helps you?

I did not go to therapy or a support group after either of my losses. Although, I know many people have found great comfort in attending such groups. And, I'm so glad these groups exist to offer comfort. I read my bible, prayed, and had the immense gift of dear friends who were willing to listen endlessly, lovingly, and without judgment long after the rest of the world moved on. I talked about my babies, cried when I was sad, yelled when I felt angry, ached with an emptiness beyond anything I could imagine, I remembered them, treasured the tangible items that reminded me of that they really were here...they matter...they exist. I sang. I wrote. Years later, I wrote a poem, a song, began sharing our story through writing and speaking, started our ministry, and created the Dreams of you Memory Book for families who lose a baby. Today, it gives me great peace
to offer the same comfort and hope to others that God gave to us as He carried us through our sorrow and turned our mourning into dancing. I clung to God and His word more than ever in my life. And He led me through that dark valley to a place of joy and healing today. But that journey took time and was not an easy walk in the park. There were dark days, valleys of sorrow, moments of despair. I was not perfect, not some pillar of faith that never wavered or doubted, not always strong. In fact, I was often quite weak, but I was carried by a God whose strength is made perfect through weakness.

Another very comforting thing to me has always been to think of my children in heaven. My oldest son, Timothy and I used to always say, "I wonder what Faith and Grace and Thomas are doing in heaven?" And we would suggest different possibilities. I knew their personalities and could guess at what they may like to do. Remembering that they are not dead, but alive in a place that is more wonderful than my human mind could ever imagine brings me great comfort. I still ache for my children and miss them...and I always will. But, because of Jesus, I know I will see them again. So, in that promise...in that hope, I have great joy and peace.

Feeding On His Faithfulness...And Prayers for Sweet Stellan

I am in love...completely head over heels in love. Smitten with a blue-eyed bundle of beautiful baby boy sweetness named Stellan. I'm sure you've heard of him. And I hope you are on your knees today storming the gates of heaven on his behalf. That is where you'll find me...on my knees...praying as a mother who has knelt beside the hospital bed of her own babies...praying as I would for one of my own. Praying for the heart of the boy who has captured mine. Today, as Stellan faces a very risky surgery, we are praying and wearing orange in support of him. I hope you will join us.
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Today, the simplicity of His word strikes me. Our God, in His infinite wisdom did not make His truth difficult or elusive. He speaks to our hearts and His instruction is so simple. He gives so much and requires so little.

Trust in the Lord, and do good;
Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness.
Delight yourself also in the Lord,
And He shall give you the desires of your heart.
~Psalm 37:3-4

Can't you just feel the peace washing over you as you read His words? He wants us to trust Him and do good. And then...we get to dwell in the land and feed on His faithfulness. We don't have to strive or place unnecessary expectations or demands on ourselves. We don't have to measure up to a standard or fix all of our imperfections before we come to Him. We just dwell in the land and feed...like little sheep being cared for by a loving, faithful Shepherd, who longs to meet our needs.

What's next? Certainly some sort of mountain-climbing feat...some great sacrifice. Nope. Delight. Delight yourself...in the Lord. Delight sounds good...feeding and delight. I think I can handle that. And then...He shall give you the desires of your heart. Oh...He is good. Do you know what I feel when I read these words? Rest. Hope. Peace. I am cared for. Loved...loved beyond description.

As we turn to I Peter, I could write pages on these scriptures, but I will stick with just a couple. Some that are special to me. Words I have clung to...promises that kept me from drowning...more than once. Promises I will doubtless cling to again.

In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by various trials, that the genuineness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ, whom having not seen you love. Though now you do not see Him, yet believing, you rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory, receiving the end of your faith - the salvation of your souls. ~ I Peter 1:6-9

In the midst of the trial it is no small thing to rejoice. And frankly, who is thrilled about facing pain, sorrow, illness, or loss? No one would say, "Yes...bring it on." No one asks to suffer or does it with excitement. But, there is hope in the midst of sorrow if we look past the pain and fix our eyes on the One who saved us...the One who will carry us...the One with a plan and a purpose for every moment of our lives. And, even though our loving God is not the author of our suffering, He is able to use our trials to refine us...to reveal more of Himself to us...to draw us near to Him. It is in the place of clinging to Him alone that I have learned that He is truly all I need. And He is truly all He says He is. I wouldn't know that if I hadn't walked in the place of such desperate sorrow. I wouldn't know the peace of being carried, or the inexpressible beauty that could come from the most hideous of ashes. There is a sweetness that I would not know of had I not tasted the sufficient grace that was fed to me in the darkest valley. With each new trial comes a new taste of His sufficiency and love. And all of it has developed in me a desperation for more of Him...a longing for the promises we have in Him...a desire for heaven and all it's redeeming glory.

There is much more on my heart as I write, but I will leave you with this:

But the salvation of the righteous is from the Lord;
He is their strength in the time of trouble.
And the Lord shall help them and deliver them;
He shall deliver them from the wicked,
And save them,
Because they trust in Him.
~Psalm 37:39-40

100 Things... That I'm Sure You Could Live Without Knowing About Me

O.K. Lynette (and the five other people who read my blog!) here's a little more about me.

1. I cry very easily. I used to see that as a sign of weakness. Now, I embrace it.
2. I would rather laugh...and do it quite heartily and often.
3. When I do laugh, my entire face joins the party and my chubby cheeks squish my eyes and wrinkles abound...not the most photogenic experience. Again...I've embraced it.
4. I have always had chubby chipmunk cheeks. Doesn't matter what I weigh...chipmunk cheeks.
5. My grandma would always say "Give me some Cheeks" and kiss all over them when I was a little girl.
6. I think and sort things out the best while talking. Sometimes, I will call a trusted friend and say..."I need to think some stuff through. Can we talk?"
7. I was voted "Most Talkative" in high school.
8. I was also the Homecoming Queen my senior year and on the Homecoming Court my Sophomore year. Does that matter? Not at all...but it's an interesting tidbit that may surprise some of you. I'm not really the typical "Homecoming Queen" type-girl. Especially because back then, I should have been voted "Most Likely to be Riding Really Fast on the back of a cute boy's motorcycle with my hair blowing in the breeze". Boy, how time's have changed. God's grace is good.
9. I love this sleepy little railroad town where I have spent most of my life.
10. Summer is my favorite season. Love to swim, ride bikes, feel the sunshine on my face, watch my boys play ball.
11. I love parts of every season and see the gifts from our Creator in each one.
12. Love Christmas.
13. I miss my mother everyday. And with each new season, her absence washes over me anew. But, today...she dances. And someday I will dance with her.
14. I am a mother of twin daughters, although with none of the pink frills and lace and matching accessories that should adorn my life. My sweet Faith and Grace are in heaven. Dancing their perfect dance with Jesus.
15. I am the mother of three sons...only two of them fill my house with baseballs and light sabers...legos and golf clubs. And really big shoes. For my sweet Thomas lives in heaven's glory...and dances with his sisters and his Savior.
16. I first stood over the grave of my children when I was 21 years old.
17. I was shocked when my son became a teenager...Shocked when he started high school.
18. Shocked when he talked with a man voice.
19. Shocked that I am no longer the mother of "littles". My "littles" are getting big. Fast.
20. Part of the joy of having children is getting to do fun kid things myself. Like going to the zoo, the fair, going down the water slide, or the kiddie roller coaster. I scream and giggle when I go down a slide or ride my bike down a hill fast.
21. I hate big roller coasters and being up really high. Don't understand the attraction to something that leaves my stomach in the air as my body drops at alarming speeds to what seems like certain death. And back up again. No ma'am...no thank you.
22. Deep belly giggles are my favorite sound.
23. Followed closely by the sound of a newborn baby cry.
24. I love lab puppies...but they grow up...and chew everything.
25. Don't like inside animals...allergies and hair...and germy messes on the carpet. Can't do it...no thank you.
26. I worked at McDonald's for six unpleasant months while in high school.
27. I have worked as a waitress...
28. A home day care provider...
29. A Toddler Teacher at a day care center...
30. A Study Hall Monitor/Safety Patrol Advisor/English as a Second Language Tutor/ Teacher's Aide at our local school.
31. Two years in a row, my safety patrol won prestigious awards and we were honored with trips to Washington D.C.
32. My children were little at the time, so I brought them, along with my mother-in-law so that she could help care for them. James spent his first birthday on an airplane! It was a blast!
33. I stayed home with James for a couple years. Took online classes and earned my Associates Degree in Early Childhood Education.
34. Taught Preschool (James was in my class) at a Christian Daycare/Preschool Center.
35. Currently work as an Educational Paraprofessional working one-on-one with Special Needs students at our local elementary school. Love the kids.
36. Although I have worked off and on part time and full time throughout our marriage, we have never left our children with babysitters or in daycare. We worked opposite shifts, brought our children with me to work, worked at home, or enlisted grandma for an hour or two.
37. In my heart, I am a stay-at-home mom. I don't work in the summer...and that is when I feel the most like myself.
38. I have had four pregnancies and five children. Two laugh deep belly giggles and sometimes sass me (with a man voice) daily on this earth.
39. I have ridiculous nausea and extreme vomiting when I'm pregnant. It lasts the entire pregnancy...but the first five months usually land me in the hospital for dehydration a couple times.
40. Since my pregnancies...especially the twins whose twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome wreaked havoc on my body...I have tummy troubles, back discomfort, and I pee a little when I sneeze or laugh too hard!
41. I will always have a stretch mark filled mommy pouch. Always. 10 pounds overweight or nice and trim...it will be there.
42. I love to sing. Always have.
43. Loved to be in musicals and play a character...love the thrill and magic of the stage (as long as I'm playing a part). Hope to do it again someday when I have time. I played the part of one of the children in Annie Get Your Gun, The political activist mother in Mary Poppins, Minnie Faye in Hello Dolly, and The English Teacher, Rose in Bye, Bye Birdie. Loved it!
44. Won Female Vocalist of the Year.
45. Sang in church, weddings, funerals, at women's events, local community events.
46. Sing a mean Star Spangled Banner. Sing even when afraid and overwhelmed...when I get the choice to sit it out or sing...God has spoken to my heart to sing. So I do, with much prayer. Not always perfectly (so please don't have high expectations - when I'm on, I'm on - but when I'm off, I'm OFF!)...but I do it.
47. Don't watch a lot of TV. Sometimes American Idol, Fox News (especially during election time...but not so much lately. Lately, I don't want to know.), Disney Channel, and the "new" classic movies like the Notebook or You've Got Mail.
48. Love to sing with my husband playing the guitar. We do children's worship together. That is one of the most precious answers to prayer that I hold in my heart.
49. I prayed for us to go to church as a family for 10 years. One of my favorite images today is that of my son's looking down at their father's hands folded in prayer at church beside us on Sunday morning. Sweet grace....washing over me.
50. We were married and parents when we were 18.
51. We built our house when we were 19.
52. We have been married for 15 years. Each passing year our love grows deeper and sweeter. It is one of the greatest gifts of my life...laughing with this man.
53. I fell in love with him because he could always make me laugh. Folks...when I say always, I mean always. Even when you would not think it remotely possible...in the darkest moments.
54. My sons have his sense of humor.
55. I am a full-boy mama...love the sports....to watch, not play. Love the healthy competition. Love baseball when my boys are playing. Love watching them steal the bases or slide into home. Football when the Browns are playing. And golf, when Tiger (or my family) is playing. Have such respect for the boy world. It intrigues me.
56. Learned to golf a couple years ago.
57. Another example of dancing instead of sitting it out! Which I am tenderly learning to do.
58. I generally refrain from trying things that I may not be good at because it drives me crazy not to be good at something. I feel I must master it.
59. I stayed at the golf clinic long after everyone else left. Blood was dripping from my hands and I just kept swinging. The instructor got me a band-aid so my club wouldn't slip (on my blood) and I kept swinging.
60. I'm still not very good at golf, but I love it. Very humbling...and quite an outside of my comfort zone victory. I've met some great people on the golf course.
61. For the one out of ten times I hit it well, I continue fighting the good fight on the course...
62. With my pink golf clubs...
63. In a little golf skirt, of course.
64. If you can't be good at something, you better at least look cute doing it!
65. I love the beauty and serenity of the golf course...and spend a great deal of time there...either golfing with my family....or waiting for my oldest son to finish his round. The shades of green...the trees...the rolling hills. It is like fine art to me.
66. I am not remotely athletic and I was the "girly girl" that the boys groaned about when it was my turn at bat in gym class.
67. Although I love grace, I am not graceful (physically). At all.
68. I have always wanted to be a writer.
69. Love words.
70. In 2004, had a short story published in an anthology published by Family Christian Stores, called Encounters With God.
71. Started a non-profit ministry in 2004 and created the Dreams of You Memory Book.
72. I'm hopelessly disorganized. And kind of a messy.
73. I began writing a book about God's beautiful grace as He has carried our family on this journey through our losses a couple years ago. Most of it is finished. I would love to have it published someday. I haven't tried yet.
74. We also would like to make a CD of our music to offer comfort and hope to those who grieve...someday.
75. Politics intrigues me a little. I like to educate myself. Vote family/biblical values.
76. But, I don't place my faith in the workings of the world or the "false" wisdom of it. At all.
77. I love this country. My step father taught me to honor this land because of the sacrifice of brave men who have fought for our sweet freedom.
78. I expect my sons to show respect for our flag, our veterans and our country. Because of him, we never miss a memorial day parade. And we stand with our hands over our heart when the flag passes by.
79. I am so thankful that I am saved by grace through Jesus...and grateful to live a life that is bathed in his beautiful sufficient grace.
80. Love Him with all of my heart.
81. I have two brothers that I grew up with, one brother that I have seen a handful of times, and three step brothers. Two sons and a manly-man husband. For some reason, God really wants me to understand men/boys. I adore them.
82. Besides...I have never mowed a lawn because of them. I plan to continue that streak.
83. I long to pursue full time work in our ministry as a family...but for now, I'm balancing a job in the mix. I'm not always very good at it. Not very good at juggling so many things. I am good at my job. But in my busy life, I forget things and mess up...a lot.
84. I adore my girl friends and have several. Love to talk with, laugh with, pray with, cry with and thoroughly enjoy my girls. Wish we had more time for all of that. For now, we squeeze it into life.
85. Love to ride my bike...which is an old-fashioned style with the big seat (comfortable for a mama bottom) and brakes with the pedals, no gears. Love it.
86. Love to read a good book.
87. Love Doritos, Pepsi, and chocolate covered M&Ms, and McDonald's sweet tea...way too much.
88. Love home...love my little house(most of the time).
89. I miss when I had more time to clean and care for my home. That's saying a lot...for a messy like me.
90. I like to be fashionable, but I don't spend a lot of money doing it.
91. Some of my favorite dresses were purchased at Wal-Mart.
92. Love getting dressed up...wish I lived in the 50s sometimes and could just make myself and my house pretty and love on my family everyday. Sigh...
93. I love the simple pleasures.
94. Love the beach, but hardly get to go there. Hope to go again soon.
95. Have been blessed with friends that are so dear and would walk through anything with us...closer than family some of them. God is good to us.
96. Spent a lot of summers camping...in a tent. Now, I need an airbed at least. Still have a tent, though. It's a lot more work in this stage of life than when I was twelve!
97. I love being Mrs. Gerken.
98. Love seeing a child blossom through learning and growing.
99. Love doing bible devotions with my boys.
100. I'd way rather be almost 34 than almost 15.

Whew...I did it. Thanks for enduring that fun little activity. You are a trooper if you read to the end! Love to all....thanks for reading.

Sweet Perfection

Well, I thought I'd just slap up some pictures on this post from last week and call it a Wednesday's Walk. And...if you have nothing better to do, and you need a good laugh...feel free to visit my 100 post as inspired by Lynette! Love to all...Have a great Wednesday!



This day was sweet perfection. It was 75 degrees and sunny without a cloud in the sky. There was the slightest breeze. And, friends, let me tell you...joy filled my heart. It has been a long, cold, gray winter. Sometimes the winter is so long, I forget that spring is coming. Then, just when I have given up all hope of seeing anything green again... Just when I sigh in surrender to the dormant state of my dreary surroundings, it happens. The miracle of spring. The renewal of life. And, hope rises from beneath the dead ashes of winter. Green leaves sprout from the earth. Tiny buds of hope speckle the trees. And like Dorothy taking her first timid steps out of the farmhouse and into the land of Oz, I marvel at the colors of life filling my senses with their glory. The red breast of the robin. The purple majesty of my tiny flowers. The fiery orange of the tiger lilies. Glorious yellow daffodils standing proudly to welcome the day. The shades of green, the lovely white spring blossoms on my trees. Oh, spring wash over me. The songs of the birds singing a melody that matches the peace in my soul...the song of spring. It has returned with the promise of new life. Joy restored. A new day. A new season. Hope rises and swells. For sweet spring has come.




After a good hour of playing and giggling in the school yard in all his boyhood glory with his second grade buddies, James and I went home, and then to run some errands. After a delightful dinner at Pizza Hut, we went home to wallow in the waning glory of this beautiful day. We enjoyed a visit from cousin Addison...a visit which included more giggling, running, and rolling in the green grass while glowing (and still giggling) with glee. Sweet goodness. Could life get any better than this?

We followed up the giggling and grass rolling with a bike ride through our small town to the airplane park where the memories intoxicated my senses. We explored the old caboose and tried to soar with the birds on the swings. I closed my eyes and remembered swinging beside my own mother. Trying to keep up. Wondering if someday my legs could stretch as far and my swing could go as high. There was more giggling and climbing, sliding and joking with the boys at the park. I looked over at the creek and remembered sitting on the bank telling stories with my childhood friend Mary while drifting through endless, carefree summers days. I was little more than eight years old myself back then. All of life was still ahead of me and filled with possiblility. It was a sweet time...a time before I knew that sometimes babies die and mothers get cancer. A time of innocence. I reminded myself that life is still full of possibilities, and not just for my children.

I still serve the same God...the One who can make anything possible. The God who parted the Red Sea and gave David victory over the giant cares for me, orders my steps, holds my next breath. Anything is possible with Him. On this day of sweet perfection, joy fills my heart. After all, spring has come. Hope abounds, and I have awakened from my winter sleep. The possiblilies are endless!

Believing Without Seeing...Because He Lives

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When He had called the people to Himself, with His disciples also, He said to them, "Whoever desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me. For whoever desired to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake and the gospel's will save it. ~ Mark 8:34-35

What does it mean to deny myself, to pick up my cross, and follow Him? It is a daily choice, a daily laying down of my desires, a daily decreasing of me and an increasing of Him.(Although the longer I walk with Him, the more my desires match His desires for my life. There is much to be gained in all my "giving up". Hence, " whoever loses his life for my sake and the gospel's will save it".) It is choosing words and thoughts of life and not harm. It is doing the hard thing, trusting when I don't feel it, believing when I can't see it. It is clinging to Him when when it doesn't make sense when the world would say, "All hope is lost." When Satan whispers in my ear, "Where is your God now?" It is lifting my eyes to Him, no matter what stands before me. It is running to meet the giant, filled with the confidence that the God I serve is able to give victory.

So many times, we want to see the miracles with our eyes. We want proof that He is there. Proof that He hasn't forsaken us. Proof that He lives. Proof that He will carry us. Proof that His grace is sufficient. We want to see. Never have I ached to see Him more than when we heard the words "incompatible with life" in reference to our son Thomas. I have shared about part of that journey before, but today, I want to focus on the precious gift Thomas' life gave to us...the reason he is called Thomas. His life taught us about "believing without seeing."

Now Thomas, called the Twin, one of the twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. The other disciples therefore said to him, "We have seen the Lord." So he said to them, "Unless I see in His hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and put my hand into His side, I will not believe." And after eight days His disciples were again inside, and Thomas with them. Jesus came, the doors being shut, and stood in the midst, and said, "Peace to you!" Then He said to Thomas, "Reach your finger here, and look at My hands; and reach your hand here, and put it into my side. Do not be unbelieving, but believing."
And Thomas answered and said to Him, "My Lord and my God!"
Jesus said to him, "Thomas, because you have seen Me, you have believed. Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed. ~ John 20:24-29

"Behold, we are going up to Jerusalem, and the Son of Man will be betrayed to the chief priests and to the scribes; and they will condemn Him to death and deliver Him to the Gentiles; and they will mock Him, and scourge Him, and spit on Him, and kill Him. And the third day, He will rise again." ~ Mark 10:33-34

At Christmas, we rejoice because He came. On Easter, we rejoice because He lives.

Because He lives, our Faith and Grace live too. They are complete and perfect as they dance in heaven and giggle over dainty tea parties in their Easter dresses with matching bonnets. They are safe in the arms of Jesus...because He lives.

Because He lives, our Thomas lives too. He runs and plays ball just like he was created to do. And someday, Timothy and James will play ball with their brother in all of heaven's glory. And someday, we will all see with our eyes the Savior we have believed in with our hearts.

Because He lives, there is no more pain or cancer for my sweet mama. She can create beautiful things with her hands and love on her grandbabies. And someday, she will laugh with all of her grandbabies and her children on the porch of her cottage-mansion in heaven.

Because He lives, there will be no more tears. I will hope in Him. No more good-byes. Death has lost it's sting. He has the victory. He lives and He will come again to take us home...and He will reign forevermore.

Sweet Thomas Patrick...

With Hope

Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope. I Thessalonians 4:13




My dear friend, Lynette Kraft has introduced a wonderful resource for those who face loss and the sorrow of grief. I wanted to share a little about her newly updated website and her ministry which has so spoken to my heart and inspired my spirit! Many of you are familiar with her story. If you are not, please click here. She has also written a book about her family's journey through the loss of three of her children, the grief that followed, and the hope we have in our loving Father.

She tells her story better than I ever could. So I won't elaborate too much. But there are a couple of things I would like to share from her book, In Faithfulness He Afflicted Me...some things that deeply resonated with me as a mother who has said goodbye to three of my own babies.

For many years, I have claimed to dislike the saying, "God doesn't give us more than we can handle." I even have a plaque in my kitchen referring to this, a gift from Rose, a sweet church friend. I have written about it in articles, spoken about it at churches, women's groups, in presentations, and in conversations with friends. The reason I don't like that saying is because it isn't true. There are a lot of things I cannot handle. Who could handle the loss of a child? It's not about my ability to cope with the trial before me, but about the ability of my God to carry me through. My God is able. I have often said that I prefer His words: I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength(Phil. 4:13)... and: My grace is sufficient for you; for My strength is made perfect in weakness (2 Corinth. 12:9).



You can imagine my surprise and excitement when I read Lynette's words in her amazing book. She talks about the real verse people are referring to when they say that phrase (1 Cor. 10:13) and then writes:
God didn't promise that he would never give us a trial that we couldn't handle. In fact, if you look at 2 Cor. 1:8-10, you'll see quite the opposite. It says that they were..."pressed out of measure, beyond strength, despairing even of life." That doesn't sound like they were handling it. It goes on to say..."that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God which raiseth the dead, in whom we trust that he will yet deliver us." It's not a matter of handling it ourselves; it's only through Christ that we can handle anything! ( p. 104 In Faithfulness He Afflicted Me)

So true! After walking through the trials she has faced, Lynette "gets it" like few people do. She exemplifies one who has clung to God in the midst of trials. She did not grieve as those without hope. She placed her hope in God, who is able to make beauty from ashes...who provides the sufficient grace to walk through our trials...to turn our mourning into dancing. She doesn't just offer comfort in the sorrow, but hope that you can grow through the affliction. That God has good plans for you. The joy you can experience in the dancing that follows the mourning is sweeter than our human minds can imagine. He has more for us than to merely survive our struggles. He wants us to fully live and experience the joy and freedom He has for us. There are gifts, even in the storm. Life-changing beautiful gifts.

The entire book was a blessing. Lynette glorifies God with her life, even in the depths of her grief and she points others to Him, as well. I wanted to share just one other part that touched my soul deeply and broke my heart. One of the hardest parts of our losses for me was watching Timothy grieve for his sisters and brother. I wondered if he would be forever tainted with the loss, instead of knowing the joy that can come from expecting a child. Pregnancy did not promise the hope of new life for us. It was tainted. Timothy would pray for each baby after Faith and Grace to stay with us, and not to die. I remember the sorrow in his eyes when we told him that Thomas was sick and may not live...the prayers he prayed for many years after that...for a brother to stay with us. He would draw me pictures of the babies when he saw me crying. He was forever affected by such great losses at such a young age. And even a couple years ago, he was broken again with the loss of my mother...his beloved ma-ma who always showered him with a love that held no conditions.

When Lynette spoke of telling her children about sweet Anna's passing, that was my breaking point. I wept from the depths of my heart at the picture of Jared, especially, because I have seen the sorrow in my own son's eyes. Although, I know that God will use these experiences to draw our children closer to Him and to give them a softness and compassion that they wouldn't know otherwise, no mother wants to see her children know the reality of grief and death at such a tender age. We want to protect them from this harsh reality. It is heart-breaking.

I am so grateful for Lynette, and her willingness to share her journey and her beautiful heart. God's grace and redeeming power shines through the joy in her eyes. Today, she dances on weathered ground. And, she dances because her hope is in the Lord. She dances because He is faithful in our afflictions. He is faithful to carry and comfort, to heal and restore. He is our hope and our joy. Her story encourages those who feel broken, lost in grief, forsaken to know that He restored this mother who walked through the fires of death and loss more than once. The same God can carry you and restore your brokenness, as well.

Our soul waits for the Lord;
He is our help and our shield.
For our heart shall rejoice in Him.
Because we have trusted in His holy name.
Let Your mercy, O Lord, be upon us,
Just as we hope in You. ~ Psalm 33:20-22

Easter Bonnets and Light Sabers

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Oh, the Easter Bonnets. The spring dresses in all shades of exquisite pastel glory. The ribbons...the lace...the pink. The accessories. The little matching purses and hairbows. The delicate patent leather shoes over ruffled tights. They are everywhere in all their Eastery-goodness. The baby girls...sigh.

Today, I put new batteries in the light saber. All boy...all the time. No bonnets and lace here. Which probably explains my desperate need to hoard all things pink. Pink golf clubs, pink skorts, pink golf balls, pink carpet - (O.K., it's "burgundy" and it was the nineties), pink nail polish, pink lip gloss, pink flip flops. But no pink Easter Bonnets.

Light Sabers and baseballs, grass stains on the jeans, and band-aids on the wounds. Golf clubs and football cards. But no Easter bonnets.

We will color the eggs and decorate them with Easter symbols. There will be more than one Easter egg hunt. We will get out the Redemption Eggs and tell the story of Jesus' death and ressurrection with tangible symbols that make it easy for children (and adults) to grasp the meaning. We will watch a cartoon video telling the Easter story on Good Friday, and will read the bible. And, I may watch The Passion, again. To remember...to reflect...on the gift of His sacrifice...the gift I could never grasp with my human mind. The gift that sets me free, redeems my sin, makes me a new creation, promises eternal life.

On Easter morning...

For James, a suit and tie because he loves a good reason to put on his suit. Such a romantic little lover boy that one. And, for Timothy...whatever he grabs...my guess, jeans and a polo. He's fifteen. We pick our battles. Some years I would buy a new Easter dress because you really can't beat a new Easter dress. But this year, in the spirit of simplification and living wisely, I'll pull out my favorite spring floral dress. And, yes...it has pink in it! Tim will probably wear a polo or button up shirt.

And, after eating candy for breakfast,(washed down with one of the overabundant hard boiled eggs taking over the refrigerator) we will leave the sweet-smelling ham covered in my brown sugar- honey mustard marinade, the cheesy potatoes, the corn casserole waiting on warm in the oven and head to church. As we tear ourselves away from the enticing smells of the Easter feast, we'll try not to trip over a putter, a light saber or a lego creation. (Or our dog Rex who always seems to stand up at the wrong time...but that's another story.)

The church will be filled with baby girls dressed in Easter dresses and bonnets (or adorable stylish little matching hats and purses). I will smile and straighten James' little clip-on tie and smooth his hair, with a contented sigh. My gaze will wander to Tim's hands folded in prayer, and Timothy's head of thick, curly hair. A head that sits taller than me. With a satisfied nod, I will allow the blessings to wash over me. And, I will thank God for the legos and the light sabers.

And we will worship together because He is Risen. Our Jesus came. He died on a cross, in our place, for the forgiveness of our sins. He rose on the third day. And He lives. He reigns.

We will rejoice...He is Risen indeed!

Bless you and yours this Easter Season...May we all make time to remember the gift of our Savior's sacrifice with a grateful heart.

Rest for the Weary

I wish I could write some wonderful, deep post tonight. There are a million amazing nuggets of beautiful truth in this week's scripture readings. But, it's late and I'm tired. Tired and weary. I am feeling under the weather again/still. It's after 11:30p.m. and I've just returned from visiting my grandfather at the hospital. He is very sick, and the doctors can't seem to find out exactly what the problem is or how to "fix" it. I understand this. Doctors are only human, and do the best they can. I've been praying instead to the God who made our bodies, to the Great Physician who can grant wisdom to doctors and can heal with His own touch. I'm praying not only for Grandpa's body, but his spirit...that He would find comfort, hope, and rest in the One who can heal the body and the soul.

Rest for the weary...sounds good to me.

I could write on so many of this week's verses. Jesus calms the storm...Jesus walks on water...Peter sinks when he takes his eyes off Jesus....Parable of the soils (good stuff)...the woman reaching out to touch His garment amidst the crowd of those in need of healing. The power of His healing touch. The amount of times He says, "Do not be afraid."

Instead...I am tired...And rest is on my mind.

And He said to them, "Come aside by yourselves to a deserted place and rest awhile." For there were many coming and going, and they did not even have time to eat. So they departed to a deserted place in the boat by themselves. ~ Mark 6:30-32

Jesus saw the importance of rest...even in serving others. There were many coming and going...multitudes in need. So many that the disciples didn't even have time to eat. Have you felt that way? I have.

Yes...I know what happens next. The multitudes follow them. Jesus is moved with compassion and teaches them. Then He performs the miracle of feeding the five thousand people with five loaves of bread and two fish! You're probably thinking, "That doesn't sound like rest to me."

The important thing I want to share is that Jesus placed a value on resting. God rested on the seventh day, after He created the world. The Bible often talks about rest...that we should set aside time to rest...that He will provide rest for our weary souls. (I am too tired to look up the verses...but they exist.)And, in chapter 6, we find that He did, finally, rest when the work was finished...when the needs were met. When the multitudes were sent away, He went to the mountain to pray. (see 6:46)

That is what my prayer is tonight...for myself...and for my Grandpa. Rest for our weary bodies...peace for our troubled hearts... and blessed assurance of an eternal future with our Savior. (And, I also ask for complete healing in His time and through whatever means He chooses).

Tonight, I reach out and touch His garment, seeking His assurance, His healing, His rest...seeking Him.

Warriors and Giants

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Giants are big and scary and most of all...really loud. Lately, I have been looking at the giants in my life...watching with dread as they approach, noticing their size, hearing their loud threats. Last year, I read Max Lucado's amazing book, Facing Your Giants. It was filled with truth, encouraging, empowering, inspiring biblical truth...just like everything Max Lucado writes. He is one of my favorite authors. His gift for painting word pictures that relate to the struggles we face in this life as we seek a closer walk with Jesus, is unmatched. Last year, his words encouraged me to remember not to look at the size of the giant before me, but to look instead to size of my God, who is able and mighty...and bigger than all the giants.

But, for a moment, my eyes shifted back to the size of the giant.

My son, James, like all of us, has been facing some giants of his own lately. On a particularly difficult day of battling the looming giants, we were both feeling a little defeated. We sat down to do our nightly bible devotion. James was all snuggled in his bed, and I opened his God's Mighty Warrior Devotional Bible (by Sheila Walsh...love her).

And, I was reminded about the size of my God.

Little David, refusing to cover himself in the king's armor, went out to confront the giant who had been threatening God's people. While bigger men than he cowered in fear and the giant basically laughed him off, David says to the giant (with complete confidence!),

"You come to me using a sword, a large spear and a small spear. But I come to you in the name of the Lord of heaven's armies. He's the God of the armies of Israel! You have spoken out against him."

And do you know what happens next? Do you know???

As the giant, Goliath, came near to attack him, David ran quickly to meet him.
You know the story...David kills the giant...God gets the glory.

And me...as I read that familiar story, I melted in the arms of my Savior and smiled through tears, at the truth and peace that washed over us. We talked about the "giants" in our lives...the things that seem big or scary or difficult. And the truth that no giant standing before us will ever be as big as the God who loves us. We prayed together, and I walked away with renewed confidence. David ran to meet the giant, armed with only a stone, a slingshot, and confidence in the Lord. He didn't cower or wait, watching in dread as the giant approached. He was prepared. He trusted in the Lord, His God...and he ran out to meet the giant. Bold courage. Bold faith. Bold victory. He kept his eyes fixed on the size of his God, which incidentally made the giant look pretty small. And he was a victorious warrior.

I love all the ways God uses to speak to our hearts. There is no where we could go, where He is not able (and willing) to meet us. He will find us, and lift us to the higher Rock. Not only did God whisper His truth to my heart that night, but He planted the seeds of His truth into the heart of my little warrior. Oh...He is good.