Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Celebrate!! Give away!!!

To celebrate the end of our series, I'm hosting a give away! Yaay for free stuff! Especially cute stuff!

My sweet friend Ashley has graciously donated a $25 gift certificate to be used in her etsy shop. Just pop over to her site and leave a comment here telling me what you love. I'll draw a random winner Friday.

Thank you for sticking with me for 31 days. It's been a fun month with peeks into the minds and hearts of some of my favorite bloggy friends. Hope you've enjoyed it too. Go leave a comment for Sandy telling her how much.

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Monday, May 30, 2011



I saw this here this morning and it struck a chord with me. My Papa was on a ship in Pearl Harbor when it was bombed. He fought. He survived. We live freely because of he fought courageously. My Papa is a man of valor. A brave hero.

My Dad served in the Army National Guard for many years. His training was part of our family. I missed him when he was gone but I was always proud. So proud. Although he never went to war, he prepared. Was ready. Trained others. I am always proud. So proud.

Today I’m remembering. Today I’m reminding my children to remember.

Will you join me in remembering?

PS Come back tomorrow for a give away!! Let's end this May series on a high note!

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Friday, May 27, 2011

Fill bowls

Did you know angels hold bowls filled with the prayers of God's people? I envision prayers going into these heavenly bowls until the bowls get so full they can't hold anything else. At that time, all the prayers pour out and God answers many prayers.

I honestly believe that's how God healed me. So many people were praying, the bowl filled and there it was. I was spared chemo, cancer has stayed away and now I'm praying with people instead of them praying for my healing. It is my greatest pleasure to pray God would heal others too.

Lisa Smith Glad Chatter

Today I am adding two sweet friends to my bowl.

My friend Courtney is moving to MD Anderson this weekend to prepare for a stem cell transplant that we pray will put her cancer in remission.

My friend Melinda is a sweet, young lady who is battling her second recurrence of brain cancer in the last three years. She's had four brain surgeries, radiation and cyber knife radiation to the speech/motor bed of her brain. She will soon start a trial chemotherapy to rid her brain of a cancer which has been historically chemo resistant. Please pray the enemy won't steal her voice. Pray the chemo works. Pray God works. A miracle.

Both of the lovely ladies love Jesus. They are filled with His presence, peace and desire to bring Him glory in any way they can. Please join me in praying God would heal them, use them and receive lots of applause for what He will do in their hearts and lives during their battles. Please pray for their precious husbands and children too.

And when he took the scroll, the four living beings and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each one had a harp, and they held gold bowls filled with incense, which are the prayers of God’s people. Revelation 5:8

Please leave a prayer request for someone you are focusing your intercessory efforts on so we can all pray too. Let's fill those heavenly bowls as quickly as possible!

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Thursday, May 26, 2011

Choose to believe


During my run last night I came face to face with something ugly. My doubt.

My natural frame of reference is more negative than I care to admit. I can be all Pollyanna to those around me, slightly more cynical to those closest to me and downright doom and gloom to myself.

Not pretty.

As I ran, I let life slough off me. The last few weeks have been rough. My husband’s been out of town, I had terrible crazy-woman PMS, I got sick, ate fast food, drank lots of coffee, worked out minimally and almost polished off a pound of M&Ms. Side note: I’m buying the almond kind next time so I get something healthy out of the deal.

I’ve fallen down the staircase of I’ll just stop writing this blog because I’ll never get published because I don’t have time to pursue anything but sick/needy/sloppy kids.

In the midst of playoffs, performances, projects, parties, ceremonies and graduations I realized we were peaking and I was having trouble enjoying this normal chaos that is May. I mean peaking as in my middle children are almost nine—halfway to being on their own. The peak of child raising. **sniff sniff**

So I shoved writing aside and threw myself into this end of the season celebrate until you drop hoopla. Today I decided enough is enough and went for a run.

That’s when God asked Lisa, do you believe I’m good?

Yes, Lord, of course, begged to come out because I was once a fourth grade Sunday school scholar.

But I knew what He meant. He meant Lisa, do you believe I’m good to you? Do you believe I love you with the extravagant love you struggle to show your loved ones today?

All I could choke out between sobs was

And then the fourth grade me quickly added, Lord, forgive my unbelief.

When God moved mountains for me to receive the cancer treatment I needed, I believed.

When God miraculously spared me from harsh chemo, I believed.

When God lined up lots of little ducks in a row so we could move, I believed.

When God began using my story to encourage others to seek Him, I believed.

When God showered me with favor at different times in my life at various jobs, I believed.

When God gave me perfectly healthy babies, I believed.

When God gave me a fairy tale wedding day, I believed.

But today when I was late to the dentist and my son needed more work than we thought, I doubted.

When my preschooler never took a breath today and I couldn’t either, I doubted.

When the miracle cancer treatment stretches us more financially than is comfortable, I doubt.

When the house I once thought was perfect seems to close in around me in all it’s disorganized cluttered glory, I doubt.

When it looks like I’ll be working instead of writing when school starts in the fall, I doubt.

When the fun commitments of a normal life begin to feel like drudgery, I doubt.

I’m not proud. I am full of doubt. 

I am in desperate need of extraordinary holy to invade ordinary routine. I am crying out for my Father’s holy fire to replace motherhood burnout.

As I confessed every area of doubt with the thud of feet to pavement, freedom came. I realized something: It’s easier to believe the best than think the worst. Truth overcomes doubt every time.

I realize I have issues. I need constant validation from Jesus about who I am in Him. I’m ridiculously needy. But today I believe the best.

Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. 1 Corinthians 12:7

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Appreciate the small things

Are you creeping towards a goal at a baby's crawl instead of the runner's sprint you'd like? I've been encouraged twice already this morning and it's only 7:20. 

Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin... Zechariah 4:10a

Twice. Here and here.

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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Love Extravagantly

I read this today.

Unconditional love in baking in my house puts me more on the receiving end than giving. But that's a story for another day. And I did supervise the making of 30 eyeball cupcakes last week. (Pic coming) (Pray I find my cameras. Yes, that's plural.) But this post is not about baking. It's about love.

After reading this, I am suddenly filled with the overwhelming desire to go way out of my way to make sure my kids know they.are.loved. And because I'm challenging myself to do "one better," I'm going to take on the super challenge of making sure my hubby knows it too.

I am committing to doing one act of random extravagance for my peeps this week.

Will you join me? Tell me what you did/plan to do... I need ideas!
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