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Monday, August 31, 2009

What September Holds

Hello bloggy people!

Let me catch you up on a few things around here. I know you haven't heard any news here lately. How I wish you could just see through that screen...sometimes.

Because I've been a little sick this week and a lot grumpy and tired, I'm leaving you a list. Nothing fancy and nothing remotely creative. Just a list of things to come right here on Glad Chatter.

A series on a book that I am currently reading. A book that is changing my life and you need to read. Immediately.

My first online Bible Study with Karen Chaffin! Look for an invite in your facebook account.

My first giveaways!!!

A brand new look.

Oh yeah, tons, and I mean tons, of pretty pictures of my summer adventures. Including but not limited to my last dance with summer.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

On My Mind...and Brain


Hello Bloggy Friends,

In April I had the distinct honor of meeting Melanie. I am so thankful for that opportunity and am now calling all of our bloggy friends to prayer action on her behalf.

Melanie needs our prayers. Melanie, from Bella Mella, has a twelve-year-old son. Andrew is undergoing tests at a children's hospital because an MRI revealed a mass on his brain. Would you join me in lifting up Melanie, Andrew and the Dorseys?

The thing that has so amazed me is that when a brain is under attack by the enemy, God keeps putting it on my mind! Honestly, I can't stop thinking, and therefore praying, for Andrew and Melanie and family.

This is the verse I'm claiming for them,"You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you." Isaiah 26:3

Lord Jesus,
Please touch Andrew's brain with your healing hand. Cover the Dorseys with your healing wings. Be the Prince of Peace that passes all understanding. Be the Great Physician that lets nothing go unnoticed. Be the Lover of their souls providing constant reminders of your unfailing goodness, mercy and kindness towards them. Remind them minute by minute that your plans for Andrew and his future are good. Plans for hope and a future.
Lord, thank you for the honor of praying for one another and the privilege of approaching your throne in boldness.
In Christ's name, Amen!

Friday, August 28, 2009

A Happy Situation


Dear Alyssa,

Today you turn eight-years-old. I can't believe how fast the days have flown by thus far. I remember your sweet little face sleeping in a bassinet that I wheeled around the house all day. And all night. How you loved your sleep! (You still do, sweet girl.)

You are growing into a young lady before my very eyes. I love to see you bloom a little more each day.

I love all your uniqueness that celebrates who you are. I love celebrating who you're becoming. And I look so forward to watching you discover who you were created to be a little more each day. God's plan for you is unfolding before me and I love to watch his work in you. I know his plans for you are simply amazing. I pray this year you will become less concerned with why and fully concentrated on Who.

I pray this for you today and every day: "God smile on you and gift you, God look you full in the face and make you prosper. In so doing, they will place my name on the People of Israel— I will confirm it by blessing them." (Numbers 6:25-27)

Thank you for being my girl. Have a happy birthday full of celebratory wonderfulness. I love you so much!

With all my heart,
Mommy

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

First Day (for us)



We are back from our tango with summer. Details and pictures, lots of pictures, coming soon.

But for now, know we are back home all safe and sound.

Today we celebrated the first day of school. Yes, it was technically the second day of school. I mean, what kind of parents miss the first day of school? Well, crazy and spontaneous ones do! But we had an awesome hands-on geography lesson among other exciting stuff.

I promise to fill you in on our fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants adventure soon, very soon.
First grade, third grade and fourth grade are going to be great years for us!

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

The Last Dance

This is it. The last week of summer. I love summer. I cry when it's over every year. I cry harder when my children lose their summer glow and start to look pasty from sitting in the classroom day after day after day.

In order to squeeze every last drop out of summer, you won't find me online this week. I'll be enjoying all the things I love about summer. Sunshine, swimming pools, family, friends and laughter. I'll be back next week to fill you in on all the details. Until then...

Summer, how I will mourn your passing. But for today, for the next week, we are going to turn the music up and dance every second of the last dance.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The Burden and the Blessing

I've posted about this before but the ponderings of my heart deserve some space today. I spent yesterday feeling tired, overwhelmed and a tad bit frustrated. 

All for no reason in particular except that the "responsibilities" of my life weigh me down at times. Some of the responsibilities come with territory. Some get shoved my way due to conflict. Some are the simple price we pay for the blessing.

This is where my heart can get all tangled up in knots. One second I am blinking back tears of discouragement and in the blink of an eye they become tears of gratitude.

And it is in that second I realize we cannot always separate the two. Responsibility and blessing. Because responsibility is the price we pay for the blessing. 

I possess great blessing. I seek even greater blessing. 

Therefore, I carry great responsibility.

Daily I come weary, carrying large responsibilities, heavy burdens. Daily I come seeking rest. 

Praise God! I know Where to find rest. 

Praise God! I serve One whose yoke is easy and gives light burdens. 

Asking Him to make my burden light,
lisa

Matthew 11:28-30
Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.”

Monday, August 17, 2009

Pray for Zambia Today

Just wanted you to know that my mom and her team are in Zambia ministering until the 28th.

I got this email from them documenting their trip:
Arrived safely with all our luggage.  Ministered at Every Childrens Hope Orphanage an hour outside Lusaka yesterday.  Today we preached at Chalupa's church, youth pastor of Chipaya's church. Tomorrow we drive to Lukulu to teach and minister to the woman that were part of the camp last year.  The next day we go on to Chavuma to begin the Children's Bible camp.  We feel your prayers.  We are seeing God's power everyday.  We won't be back until next weekend so you probably will not hear from us till then.  

Would you join me in prayer that God would meet many in the middle of their need, speak through the team and perform many miracles in their midst?

I'm praying Psalm 68
The Lord gives the word, and a great army brings the good news...Summon your might, O God. Display your power, O God, as you have in the past...Sing to the one who rides across the ancient heavens, his mighty voice thundering from the sky.Tell everyone about God’s power.

I'm praying all of it but these are just some parts. 
Thank you, Lord, for the beautiful feet of those who bring the Good News!!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

The Rest of the (Love) Story


You may have read my personal love story here and here and here. So on today, my 12th wedding anniversary, I feel compelled to tell you (yet, again)...

The rest of the story.

It hasn't always been fun, love, flowers and romance. What started out as a slow romance, turned into a whirlwind engagement and a disastrous first year of marriage. And disastrous second year. And third. And fourth. And so on and so forth.

By disastrous I mean I was dying inside. Andrew was working nonstop. I was rocking babies and nursing the never-ending nausea of pregnancy. Money was tight. Times were tough.

Instead of appreciating his efforts to support us, I resented the hours he was away from home. I was lonely, longing for his approval and disenchanted with the institution that was to bring me the large, happy family of which I'd always dreamed.

Little by little, I began to realize that any change in our home would have to begin with me, the keeper of the home fires, maker of the home and lover of God. I knew change was impossible without God's almighty power within me.

After five years of marriage, I did some completely off-the-wall and very different things. First of all, just after our anniversary, I prayed and diligently sought the Lord for our fall schedule. He showed me that I needed to honor my husband by doing a few things, okay lots of things, differently.

I began to save money. I grocery shopped differently. I shopped for our clothing needs differently. I spent my days entertaining the children differently.

I began to listen to him. Really listen. Still my hands, still my body and listen. Putting his requests before my own desires and needs of the children.

I began to make time to spend with him. Uninterrupted time. Time for just us.

I began to speak my love for him in new ways. Ways I dreamed it would be. Ways I remembered feeling at one time. I complimented him for the things I loved about him when we married as well as the traits I'd seen him develop over time. I encouraged him when he was down instead of berating him for getting there.

I tailored dinner to his needs, Saturdays to his needs, laundry to his needs, cleaning to his needs. I made myself available to him.

Before I knew it, he had become the man I had always dreamed he would be. Our marriage was strong. We were giddy in love and happier than ever. 

Now people tease us for our nicknames and interactions with each other. Our children pretend to be grossed out by our kissing and holding hands. We'd rather be together than with anyone else.

God worked a miracle for us. God gave me the love story I've always dreamed of having. We are working everyday at building a strong foundation of marriage for future generations of our family.

So today not only marks the 12th anniversary of my marriage, it also marks the 12th anniversary of God's invitation to work a miracle in my life.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

The Inscription


"I will put my instructions deep within them, and I will write them on their hearts. I will be their God, and they will be my people." Jeremiah 31:33

As I read this verse, the Lord showed me a picture of a wedding band. Worn on the finger for the world to see, worn to be identified, worn to signify belonging. Yet secretly inscribed for only the wearer to read.

Special. Secret. Beloved.

How I long for His words to be written on my heart. Worn on the outside for all the world to see yet inscribed in the deep, secret place with words only meant for my ears.

Secrets revealed. Love received.

Inscribe me, Lord!

Visit Wendy for more along the same lines.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Hunka Hunka Burnin' Love

I am so enjoying reading my one-year Bible right now. Every.single.day I find awesome descriptors that capture passionate emotions inside my heart.

My mom was commenting how hard the reading was. Jeremiah's message was so hard to hear, so hard to deliver. The sinful times and sinful people were so hard to watch. Ahem.

Sin is all around us. What is the message we have to deliver? Is it hard? I mean, sin still has consequences. 

And, God still has messages for His people.

Daniel walked so closely with the Lord and the Lord "revealed deep and mysterious things" to him. Jeremiah was able to confidently deliver his hard message because "the Lord stood beside him like a great warrior."

Not able to hold back these painful words, Jeremiah boldly spoke the words God placed in his mouth because "God's word burned in his heart like a fire."

Lord, make me able to do all you've called me to do. As we spend time together "reveal deep and mysterious things...secrets" to me. "Stand beside me like a great warrior." Please continue to give me words because "your word burns in my heart like a fire."

Most of all thank you for loving me with "an everlasting love."
Amen

Daniel 2:22 & 28
He reveals deep and mysterious things and knows what lies hidden in darkness...God reveals secrets.

Jeremiah 20:9, 11 & 12
His word burns in my heart like a fire. It's like a fire in my bones! I am worn out trying to hold it in! I can't do it!...But the Lord stands beside me like a great warrior...he tests those who are righteous and examines the deepest thoughts and secrets.

Jeremiah 31:3
I have loved you with an everlasting love, with unfailing love i have drawn you to myself.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

The Pendulum

I love creating momentum in life.

Good things. Good deeds. Good days. They seem to come in spurts, one right after the other. Attitude breeds perspective and perspective breeds results in my life.

Momentum means things pile up and eventually they start piling. Sort of like the bowl of prayer in Revelation. Our prayers rise as incense and fill a bowl. Once the bowl is filled it begins to overflow and all the prayers are answered. Most of the time it seems prayers are answered one right after the other in our life. I call this emptying the bowl.

Momentum.

Andrew and I've been experiencing some momentum lately. He even said one day last week that this was hard because he wasn't used to so many rulings in our favor. Crazy we think like this but true.

In business, one tries to create momentum. Calls, appointments, contacts and yeses create momentum. Once you get it going it propels you to the next level.

So it is with life.

Movement to the next level.

Until the pendulum swings.

Things go up, up, up and up. Then. Suddenly.

Bam!

The pendulum has swung. From way up high. It has fallen with a resounding thud.

Reminding me of this: "The thief’s purpose is to steal and kill and destroy." (John 10:10)

Example. Real life. Five weeks of eating better, exercising daily, giving up a little to gain lots. Andrew jumped on my wagon to enter the forties in prime condition. He's done great! He's lost twenty-five pounds, endured sore muscles, stiff backs and tired muscles. 

Tonight he texted me: 2.7 miles no walking.

Ya'll in the Texas heat and humidity that's praise worthy! I'm so proud of my man.

He's had a difficult week. He's a champ. 

He came home, took a shower and promptly stepped on a piece of glass. Ouch!

Bam!

(Pray the doctor can get it out easily tomorrow without damaging his game too much.)

Pendulum. Swinging.

A daughter who has been searching for her "place" finds it. She's smart, really smart. Intelligent. Gifted.

Her teacher tells her how special she is and she needs to take a test to get into the GT program.

She feels special. She belongs. With her friends in GT. 

Up, up, up.

The test results don't validate her status.

Bam!

Pendulum. Swinging.

Although the pendulum swings and the thief steals, I am reminded of two things. Number one, the pendulum always goes up again. And number two, the rest of the story...
"My purpose is to give them a rich and satisfying life." (John 10:10)

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Just an Ounce

Yesterday I felt the Lord speak to me about an ounce of hope.

You see, I will go to great extremes to receive just an ounce of hope when in dire need. Sometimes one small ounce is all it takes. When the darkness is closing in and threatening to blot out the light in life, I feel the desperation.

I don't know about you, but I don't really like feeling desperate. I like feeling hopeful.

Hopeful that things will change. Hopeful that the current darkness is only a temporary sadness, a temporary struggle. I like to hold on to my solid belief that change is coming. Better things are yet to come.

As humans we all need this hope. At times it is downright hard to see and even harder to grasp. Many days I feel as if my fingers are tightly latched over the rim of a deep dark place that I may fall into at any time.

But an ounce of hope. Just an ounce would give me a soft place to land should I fall.

I would definitely go to great extremes to fall in a soft place.

Jesus tells  us that if we only had faith the size of a mustard seed mountains in our lives would move.
Jesus told them. “I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it would move. Nothing would be impossible. ” (Matthew 17:20)

I have mountains.
Physical. Emotional. Mental. Spiritual. Financial. Relational.
Mountains.

Some days when I am feeling especially hopeless in a given situation, I'll go to my pantry and pull out a jar of mustard seed.

They are. Really small. No weight to register on a scale. Hardly a way to hold only one and very easy to hold hundreds at the same time.

Mustard seed.

Faith.

Hope.

Slivers of light in the darkness.

Lord, help me to grab on and watch the mountains in my life move!


Tuesday, August 11, 2009

My Man's Best Friend


When I married your Dad, I became your Mom.

It was all new to me.

I resented you at first. I'm sorry to say it but I did.

I needed all of your Dad's time. I wanted to just jump in the car and speed away on a weekend trip with a moment's notice without worrying about you. I wanted to sleep through the night and know my house would be clean when I walked through the door at night. I resented vacuuming every day, sweeping every day, mopping every day, not knowing what you did while I was gone. Working. Every.single.day.for those first years. 

But as I spent time with you, I grew to love you.

You became part of my heart just like you were part of your Dad's. I grew fond of all that soft, shaggy hair.

I liked having you around when Daddy was out of town. I even let you sleep in our room, remember? (Shhh don't tell Daddy because he still can't understand why you grew to like me better.)

I liked how you started to protect me and protect your brothers and sisters as they were born. You even gave up your name for our firstborn son and took on Wolf as your own without even a small complaint.

I liked how you enjoyed our leftovers and what we secretly fed you under the table. Giving you a bone was sheer joy. You were always so eager to grab it!

I liked how you were such a good companion for Foxy and taught her only to bark in case of an emergency. 

Thank you for being such a good friend, Wolf. We'll see you in heaven!
Wolf December 24, 1993-August 11, 2009


Monday, August 10, 2009

Accomplishing More

Looks like we're having another one of those weeks. The ones where my head spins because there is really no time to think in complete sentences or logical order until exactly 11:47 when everyone else in this house falls asleep.

Sigh.

But then I think of the alternative to mind-boggling, schedule-juggling busyness. Boredom. Nothing. Aloneness. Friendless. Motionless.

Just when I think this body of mine could never accomplish one more task, be in one more place or meet one more need, He comes in strength overcoming my weakness to accomplish His goals. Through me.

I'll take the busy, Lord. Just let me see You all over it.

Thanking Him for all He gives,
Lisa

Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think. Ephesians 3:20

Friday, August 07, 2009

Blissful Summers and Abrupt Halts

This week has been a good one. I haven't had to go the office much and the children are light on activities. We've spent most afternoons at the neighborhood pool.

I love our neighborhood pool. It's big but not too big and all four children can be entertained for a  couple of hours. It's small enough that I can watch all four children at the same time without freaking out too much.

Sadly, I haven't been there much this summer. It's been a hectic summer. We've been scattered about longing for lazy afternoons. Babysitters have had the honor of splashing with my children. I've been a little heartbroken and I've challenged myself to look on brighter horizons than the neighborhood pool's.  

Horizons of several lakes and beaches we've been able to visit this summer, just the six of us. 

But this week. This week has been dreamy as I've had time to splash around and come home to scrub my home as my baby snoozed. Had time to set up an awesome lemonade stand and monitor its very successful activity, $33.04! Had time to fix nutritious dinners and save 37% of my grocery bill with coupons. (I'm aiming for 50%.)

Are you hearing classical music as you see me frolicking at the neighborhood pool yet? Well, don't get too excited.

Today upon entering said pool, the lifeguard met me with a petition. The city is closing our pool for the summer. Tomorrow! 

That's it.

No advance notice.

While we are left to swelter in the 100 degree plus Texas humidity as we drive across town where we are forced to swim in a pool of lesser choice. Stink!

As the moms brainstormed in the shallow end today, we came up with all kinds of ideas. The raise of minimum wage, the new conference center, the new school, the torn-up roads and other various and miscellaneous ways my tax dollars are being used.

I am stopping now because this is not a post to complain. Although if you live here in College Station and you'd like to call the city and ask them to keep Thomas Pool and Adamson's Lagoon open until school starts, feel free.

This is a post to say that I'm thankful for this week. I'm thankful that today's only Friday. I'm thankful I get to swim again today.

The end.

Psalm 118:24
This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.



Thursday, August 06, 2009

April's Top Ten

No, this is not a post filled with the top ten memories in photos of my family in April.  Nor is it a longing for breezy spring days. 

This is a post dedicated to praying for my friend April. I'm repeating it today and here's the top ten reasons why.

10. I need sleep. I still have some work to do for the hubs and it's already late and I'm tired. Enough said.

9. There's a mountain of laundry staring at me with a mocking expression.

8. It's 12:27 AM and one child is still awake laying in my lap as I type. You guess who.

7. I'm not a day ahead in my One Year Bible. I like to be at least a day ahead. It makes me feel good when I see that little date and I'm early.

6. I still have graduation cards to write.

5. Desire to finish reading Trixie Belden and the Mystery of the Missing Necklace to Julia.

4. Need to write articles for work since I'm not going in to the office much this week.

3. I want to spend time with the hubs.

2. April "friended" me on Facebook today.

1. April really needs our prayers. 

Originally posted on July 3:  Her Story is HiStory
I have a friend who is battling cancer right now.  She has a story worth hearing.

April has been battling cancer for about two and a half years.  She has an almost-two-year-old daughter, Jordan.  April is a beautiful woman on the inside and out that I just can't stop praying for.  She was at a retreat I was at in April and although, she knew she had a tumor, she didn't know what the future would hold. Here's her story. (What I know of it and I hope I don't butcher it!)

A little over two years ago, April became pregnant.  During the course of that pregnancy, April's doctor found some cancer.  That doctor and all other doctors told April she needed to "terminate the pregnancy" in order to save herself. She needed to begin chemo immediately.

Against all medical advice, she chose to continue with the pregnancy giving Jordan life.  She trusted God with her own. All doctors told her that her baby would be sick having many birth defects so this was not a wise decision.  April values life like God does and had peace with her choice.

Jordan was born healthy. All of April's doctors publicly declared this a miracle. April underwent cancer treatment and went into remission. The cancer did not return and God received much glory. 

The testimony was powerful. Make God's choices your own, God's values your own and He will bless you.

And then.  Just a few months ago the cancer returned. With a vengeance.  It is inoperable.  

What happens to the story at that point? April has been determined that God will get glory in her life. As she fights this horrible disease with all of her strength, many, many others are praying. They are holding up their swords while down on their knees as they proclaim the word of God in prayer. A common thread through the prayers has been, "Let April live!"

We all know that it doesn't matter how things look to the medical world or those watching. There are others watching in expectation for God to do something big and something great.

I'm not sure how the cancer will be treated. In the last two months April has undergone extensive surgery to learn about the tumor which has attached to the bone, stayed in the hospital for many, many weeks trying to manage pain, taken much medication with horrendous side effects and been unable to care for her family in the way she desires.

Each time I pray for April, I see the same vision. I close my eyes and there it is. April is sharing her story with groups of women. I do not know April's story beyond what I have shared here. I really don't know April except a few smiles, tears and prayers at one women's retreat in April.
But I have begun to pray that God would use her story. 

This is the conversation I had with God.

Lord, use her story.
Her story is my story.
Yes, Lord, I know that.  Use this suffering for your glory.
Do you know what my story is?
Yes, Lord, your story is His Story.
Pray that.
Lord, please make her story HiStory.

Please join me in praying that her story would be his. History. I am specifically praying that the cancer part of her story would be history. His story. Told. To others. Shared. With power.

Would you join me? 

"Your very life is a letter that anyone can read by just looking at you. Christ himself wrote it—not with ink, but with God's living Spirit; not chiseled into stone, but carved into human lives—and we publish it." 2 Corinthians 3:3

PS There is a Facebook page called "Prayer Warriors for April Grant" that you can join and get regular prayer updates. 

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

An Affair of the Heart

Today I am sending out a call to prayer. Would you all please join me in lifting up my friend Kathy and her son.

Aaron has been hospitalized almost a week with what the doctors think is a virus that has attacked his heart. He went home from the hospital yesterday with a clear bill of health and directions to "just watch it" for the next ten days.

Scary.

As a mother I want to know my children are okay, will be okay, will remain okay. We don't have that assurance. Even if we think we have that assurance, we are disillusioning ourselves. God is the Author of Life and has each second of our lives ordained before we were ever born. He also has the lives of our precious children in His mighty and capable hands.

I've been praying for Kathy's heart. As a mother I know this is heartbreaking to see her child suffer. If you could hear Kathy's story you would see how this is also remarkable redemption at work. I've been seeing things both ways and praying that Kathy would only see Jesus and keep her focus on Him.

Aaron is a freshman football player at The University of Iowa. The coaches have been very understanding. He is missing the first two weeks of intensive practice. 

Imagine.

Eighteen-years-old with a dream. A dream that is becoming reality. Then wham. Something changes that you can't control and how do you feel?

I've been slammed with these thoughts today. I've been pleading with the Lord to heal Aaron's broken  heart. Physically so he can pursue his dreams of football. Emotionally so he can freely pursue his dreams once again. Spiritually so he will only depend on God knowing that no matter what, God is good and His plan is too.

If you have a second, would you lift up Aaron's heart before the Lord? It is where life flows.

Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life. Proverbs 4:23




Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Here and There

Do you ever wish you were there but relish the fact that you're here all at the same time?

I do. I have spent a great deal of my life wishing I was somewhere else. You know, just a little further down the path of life. Doing that instead of this and being her instead of me.

Growing up, I spent most of my time trying to figure out how to wrangle an invitation to just the right party and how to befriend just the right person that would solidify me as part of just the right crowd. I weighed social activities on the scale of popularity.

When I was not where I perceived everyone else to be, I suffered. I felt rejected, unloved and unworthy. Thankfully that is not the case for me anymore. By God's grace I have learned the best place to be is where He is calling me. Regardless of who else is there, I will follow Him.

No matter where He leads me, even if it seems like a dim second choice to what those around me experience, I have learned that treasures are always found in His presence. Where He leads me will make my soul rich. No matter what.

This weekend many of my bloggy sisters had the opportunity to attend She Speaks, a conference Proverbs 31 puts on for Christian writers, speakers and bloggers. I remembered it was this weekend, prayed for my friends and rejoiced at where I was.

When it became obvious that I would not attend She Speaks this year, I was sad. I wanted to go. I listened to friends and family ask me repeatedly if I'd ever considered going. I soaked up their encouraging remarks to try to get there. I even begged God. But eventually I had to accept the fact that this was not going to be the year. I was sad but not resentful. I would've really loved, loved to meet some of my favorite people in this world in the flesh. But it was not meant to be.

(However, I did talk to Lindsey on the phone and make plans to meet her in September. Now that was fun!)

As I sat through two different meetings in two different towns this past week, that I never would have attended had I traveled to SheSpeaks, I felt God nudge me. I heard His whisper. I am accepting His invitation. I am rising to His challenge. 

I keep hearing Chris Tomlin, "I will rise when He calls my name..." 

He is calling my name and I am so glad I was here to hear Him!

Are you finding treasure in the rich whisper of His voice where you are today?

Isaiah 45:3
And I will give you treasures hidden in the darkness—secret riches. I will do this so you may know that I am the Lord,the God of Israel, the one who calls you by name.

Monday, August 03, 2009

Word of the Day

Opportunity:
a situation or condition favorable for attainment of a goal.

Today I'm pondering an opportunity. Have you ever been in a position where the Lord just whispers the word, "Opportunity" to your soul.

I recently had one of those experiences. I don't feel like I have to have an answer right now. I do feel like He'll show me what He wants me to do if I seek Him diligently. Seek Him without wavering. Seek Him without listening to friends' words before I listen to His words.

So be careful how you live. Don’t live like fools, but like those who are wise. Make the most of every opportunity in these evil days. Don’t act thoughtlessly, but understand what the Lord wants you to do. Ephesians 5:15-17

I don't have an opinion just yet or an answer I just know that this is decision making time. I have been presented with an opportunity.

Actually, I am presented with opportunities every single day. Unfortunately I squander many opportunities to do good, love others and make a difference in my world.

I'm asking God about today's opportunity. How far will a yes reach? What will a no cost? What will a yes cost, for that matter? Will it be worth it? Am I willing to do what it takes? Is this a chosen vehicle to share my faith and to touch others?

I am praying that as I go about my day, I would be more aware of opportunities around me. That I would seize those of great potential and promise. That I would sort treasure from trash, extraordinary from ordinary and invitation from distraction.

I want to say yes to building my faith, sharing my heart and growing my relationships.

Lord, grant me wisdom as I walk through the choices of today.

So let’s not get tired of doing what is good. At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don’t give up. Therefore, whenever we have the opportunity, we should do good to everyone—especially to those in the family of faith. Galatians 6:9-10

Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. James 1:1-3

Sunday, August 02, 2009

Summer Delights

I like the sugar free popsicles the best. They're the perfect combination of flaky and crunchy. Refreshing on a hot summer day!
Blue Bunny Sugar free no fat frozen yogurt.  mmmmm. I like vanilla. A small scoop after dinner satisfies the taste buds' desire for something sweet and cool.


Saturday, August 01, 2009

August One


I have to be honest. August the first doesn't excite me.

I hate August.

August means back to school. The lists and endless things to do to prepare wear me out. The torture of easing myself into a frantic, chaotic schedule overwhelms me. The homework and projects looming over my head make it pound. Pounding. My head and my heart.

So...

I decided to start a tradition that would make me smile when August one rolled around.  

In just a few hours the girls and I will get up early, drive a couple of hours and meet my mom, sister-in-law and niece in Hillsboro at the outlets to school shop.  Fun!

This will hopefully be a tradition that lasts. We have great vision. We can travel lots of places to shop. Houston, Dallas, San Marcos, Austin are all close to us. Many more are a short jet ride away as the girls grow older. 

Spending and acquiring are not the purposes. Being together and setting time aside for one another are.

I'm pretty pumped that we get to join the ranks of families that have traditions for times other than holidays...

I think we'll call this one August One.