Monday, February 25, 2019

Heart Homes and #Godgoals


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Rearranging furniture, dusting shelves, sweeping floors, changing lightbulbs and setting tables are just some of the items we check off when we are expecting company. Entertaining is fun. Preparing can be overwhelming...If we let it.

Well, I'm not letting it!

Some dinner parties have been packed with preparation that gives way to perfection. Others have been “do what you can” and “come as you are.” I've often joked that my life purpose is to make everyone else feel better about themselves—their mothering, their homemaking, their artistic endeavors, their entire life.

You see, although I thrive on competition and sometimes get lucky enough to land on top, I rarely rate myself an A. Whether you’re thinking I should rest easy on myself or you’re cheering for me to push harder, no matter. I love you all and welcome you to my space, my internetty home. You’re welcome on my messy house and empty cupboard days and on my A-game with dinner on the stove days.

Feel free to drop in anytime, hang out awhile and comment, share and involve yourself with my life. Whether I’m washing windows or spinning stories, I hope you’ll put up your feet, relax and unwind right here in the middle of growing laundry piles and never-ending grocery lists. 

Just like real life and lived-in homes, it’s gonna remain under construction, a work in progress. My world-wide-webby home will proudly declare, "Come on in, we live here!" just like my in-real-lifey home. We do life and sometimes life undoes us but no matter where we are or what state we're in, we always welcome you...Even when we're struggling to ignore the mess! (smiles) 

Sometimes it's not really the mess but the list of projects. I mean, if this blog were a house, it'd be all wall-to-wall carpeting and jewel tone wallpaper. Just know I'm working. If you find a broken link or have a crazy question, just let me know. Meanwhile, I'm brushing dust off these old words and updating yesteryear's decor.

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I’m not quite sure God’s agenda has my house spotless or my blog savvy, but I know He wants a special Book in my hands and a mighty purpose in my heart. 

If you have the desire to see God in your everyday, to hear Him in your darkest hour, to discover the thrill of knowing Him more or just to feel better about your housekeeping habits, download my free guide because you have #Godgoals.

Remember:  More than God wants our homes to be perfect; He wants our hearts' home in Him. Click to Tweet this.

"Live in me. Make your home in me just as I do in you." (John 15:4 The Message)

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Sunday, February 03, 2019

Comebacks Require Setbacks



Falling down is inevitable. It's the getting back up that takes effort. 

My kids play sports. I've watched lots of games. I love how the parents all clap for the athlete that gets back up--even if the athlete has to leave the game, the audience claps. There's just something to be said for the toughness and determination of getting up again.

Maybe you didn't know I once had a blog. Maybe you did know. Maybe you forgot. 

It's true. This little blog of mine was once active, chronicling the life that happened around me, inside of me. Then some big things happened in my little world. I got cancer, moved cities, got healed, got depressed, quit writing.

I always knew I'd start again. I'm the Queen of "One day." And all the days are busy, all go by fast. But the lesson that cancer first taught me is that life isn't free for the spending. Life has a limit. Our days are numbered.

And, that's why I intend to spend the rest of mine chasing this crazy dream of putting my words into the world. On paper, in the air, to audiences. Whatever the opportunity, I've promised God to chase it. With shaky knees and a nervous heart, here I go again.

In case you're one of those who didn't know I once had a blog, you'll get the chance to know my younger self. Just look at the pictures...that baby, he's going to be a teen next week. And, that beautiful brunette, she's a freshman at Texas A & M. Whoop! (And being an Aggie mom is even better than being an Aggie...It's one of my favorite mom things so far.) The other precious girl is graduating in a few months. And that cute boy is working on his drivers license. 

And, I wish it were tidy. Perfectly stitched, no holes. I wish it were perfectly polished with designer appointments, but it's not. The photos are old and the words are a mix of then and now, words I'm afraid to read tonight because maybe they're not what I remember. But I will read them tomorrow because maybe, just maybe, they're more than I recall.

And this blog is just what it is tonight. Because the best place to get back up and start again is the place you were last standing when you fell down. Just ask any athlete. Even the ones that were carried off on stretchers will tell you, the best place to be is back on the field. 

 So, here I am ready for the next play.

After all, you can't have a big comeback without a setback. 

For the lovers of God may suffer adversity
    and stumble seven times,
    but they will continue to rise over and over again. 
(Proverbs 24:16 TPT)

Saturday, February 02, 2019

When you feel like junk

My friend guided me down her hallway, giving me the grand tour of her home. Suddenly, she stopped in front of a closed door. “That,” she said, “is the junk room. Enter at your own risk.”
I looked at her quizzically. I had a junk drawer, but I’d never heard of anyone having a junk room. Curious, I sneaked a peek. Unused pictures, extra furniture, piles of books, boxes of dishes and what looked like the pieces to a bed were strung haphazardly around the room. The room held the dining room chairs and table leaf that didn’t fit in their current eating area, the baby bed her daughter no longer needed because they weren’t finished growing their family just yet and a few special wedding gifts still in boxes because there weren’t room in the cabinets to store them. The junk room held valuable things, just not currently usable.
Then it hit me. That’s kind of how I’ve seen myself. Valuable to God, but not usable by Him. I felt as if I’d spent my life in hopeful waiting, just sitting in God’s junk room longing to be used. 
When I review my life thus far, I’m terrified that in all my efforts to prove to God how special I am, I’ve somehow messed me up so much my turn will never come, that I’ve rendered myself ineffective for His cause. And I wonder if God has cast me aside, forgotten about me or determined I can’t be used for anything right now.
In theory, I know this is a lie. God's Word says so. “Did I not proclaim my purposes for you long ago?” Isaiah 44:8
God doesn’t have a junk room and He surely doesn’t store His people there until He finds a place for them. The Bible is clear that He has prepared good things for us to do already. “For we are God’s masterpiece...Created…So we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.” Ephesians 2:10
He walks with His people preparing them for use in His kingdom. He gives them gifts, talents, passions and purpose. He certainly has a waiting room where He prepares us and a workshop where He heals us but, He absolutely does not consider anyone junk. And, He always provides a plan to use the passions we possess.
Maybe you feel a little useless or have spent a few years on a shelf gathering dust. Maybe, like me, you fear you’ve junked yourself up from the trying. If you’ve ever felt too messed up, too worn down, too passed over or just simply not enough, I want you to know you matter. We matter. We have a purpose. You have a purpose. Your passion has a purpose. God put something in you that must come out. God deposited Himself inside you and He must be shared. The world is quite literally, full of folks dying for someone to share God with them. 
How will you do that? God knows. All you need to do is ask Him.