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Believing is Seeing

Most people know this verse:

For God So loved the world that he gave his one and only son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16

This past week in his sermon pastor challenged us that no one comes into this world neutral. We can’t be in the middle on Jesus.
We are either with him or against him. He brings division. He frustrates people because they can no longer stay in the middle. They can’t have it both ways!

People like to say that
” seeing is believing”
but with Jesus it changes…

It becomes …
“believing is really seeing”.

The verse that follows is this:

Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because he has not believed in the name of God’s one and only son. 3:18

Jesus did not come to the world to judge it but the effect of not believing him brings judgement.

As I think of that thought I am once again reminded that there is no middle ground. I cannot tippy toe around trying to be politically correct as a believer.
If I believe that Jesus is truth, that All of what he says is truth, then I will have to conclude that Jesus is the only way to the Father.

I must know his Word better then anything else. Inside out and upside down,(Because remember…we can’t be neutral I either am for or against Him).

It just works that way!

God is calling us to be warriors not bench warmers.
And I want to participate as the warrior that He knows I am.
Not as the warrior I think I am.
But the warrior that He sees me to be.

Believing in Jesus is seeing everything in a whole new light.

When is the last time I’ve shared him with someone.
When is the last time I’ve asked my friend what he’s done for her.
Not just certain friends but any of you.
I know that I may sound like a Jesus freak…
But I’m not gonna lie…

He has become a closer friend then ever before.

So I kind of am a Jesus freak.

And I want you to know him cause he’s the coolest thing that will ever happen to you!

Not know of him…not sing songs about him… not speak of him only on Sunday…

But know. him.

As in his voice.
As in his smile.
As in his comfort.
As in his blessing.
As in his rebuke.
As in his Forgiveness.
As in his love.
As in his promptings.
As in his companionship.
As in his tears.
As in his Heart.
As in his intimacy.
As in his creation.
As in his Lordship.
As in his truth.

No Neutral. Know Him!

When you find him you will know it because







Silly Silly Silly

Dear Silly Band inventor~

I just thought I should thank you for your very clever clever idea!

I will admit that I am a little jealous that you thought of it first….

I mean a rubber band in different shapes is an inspired idea!

I do have one small complaint though….

It’s that I find these annoying little shaped rubber bands everywhere,absolutely everywhere in my house.

I know technically it isn’t your fault…

But I do blame you.

Basically because I’m mad that you figured out how to sell high priced rubber bands.

Yes they are everywhere in my house….


Bathroom counters,

In my laundry,

Tucked in van seats,

Beside pillows….

And beside the bathtub(every night).

I am sure you have a beautiful home in the Bahamas

with a leer jet and maid service(which would explain why you didn’t think of me) by now.

So you’re welcome!~

And next time you’re dreaming up a multi million dollar idea..


Parental Transitions

15 years ago when I was about to birth my first child I had NO idea what was coming.

It’s good we come into things like marriage and child raising without full knowledge of all that will take place or we may never have dared to try.

Both are the best opportunities I have been given but they are also where most of my hard knocks come.

When I consider how I started with a helpless baby who required complete care.

And then I move to toddler where the words most often used are “do it myself”… but I am still right behind ready to catch them as they fall.

To them getting on that bus, and leaving for school where I have very little control over their responses and bruises during the day.

And now as they are developing into teens. I am having to transition into becoming less of an instructor, and more of a coach.

It’s hard.


Treating those big kids like the young men and women they are becoming.

Allowing them to start setting the course for themselves.

Giving them space to take a path that is not as clear…. where I know they may scrape their knees…

Without shaming them or making them feel less confident about making a decision the next time.

Believing that what I have sown in them will not return void.

Admitting to them when I’m wrong and they are right.

Treating them as friends…Giving them the same hospitality as I do those people I invite into our home.

Serving my best to them.

Listening with my full attention
And eye to eye contact.

Giving them the assurance that they can make it in this world without my constant attention or presence. And yet, being present enough to let them know I care about them deeply and want to be in relationship with them.

It changes… parenting does.

It’s not a pond,
but a river…

Free flowing with sharp curves.

Rough in patches and smooth in others.

Sometimes it gets deep and you think you’re going to drown..

other times the water seems shallow and easy to wade through.

Sometimes that river splits and goes into a different direction

And at times the swirling water causes a whirl pool and spins in circles.

It’s got movement and energy.

It’s exciting and never stagnant.

It’s ever changing and irreversible.

I think my mission today is to prepare something special for my young friends.

And then I’ll

Invite them to our table and listen with my heart.

******Come back tomorrow and I’ll share the special dessert recipe I made for them***

How will this be?

She was a young virgin.

Barely a teen.

And yet she was soon to be married.

The culture expected it. She was betrothed to Joseph.

And then one day A messenger shows up to tell her,

“You are Highly favored, The Lord is with you”.

And you’d think she would have felt honored. But instead she was troubled at his words.

It’s like she knew he was about to announce something that would rock her world.

Then the angel says, “Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found favor with God. You will be with child and give birth to a son and you are to give him the name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end.”

And what was this sweet girls response after such an amazing description of what was about to happen within her? And to the whole world through her?

“How will this be, since I am a virgin?”

I am struck by these words…

“How will this be”?

When God is asking me to do something that is far beyond my scope, I ask…

“How will this be”….

He messes with my comforts.

He brings me unfamiliar.

He sifts and molds.

He rocks my normal.

Sometimes He takes away.

He Pulls the rug out and then tells me to fall…..



It really isn’t what I’ve ever imagined cause it’s what He’s imagined for me.

And I am once more left to closely examine.


Consider Him.

And when this happens, may I respond as Mary did…

“I am the Lord’s servant.

May it be to me as you have said”.

4 carb meal

This community I live in is full of German descendants.

We obviously have been here for some years now but we still have our deep roots in Potatoes…I mean Germany.

We love our potatoes!
And Noodles!

When I was growing up it was very natural to serve two or three carbs at every meal.
It wasn’t until I was a teen that I had even heard of counting carbs.

What a crazy idea!

Last night I indulged my family with something they don’t get very often….

A 4 Carb meal.

That’s right!
Don’t think I do this every night.

But I was feeling the need to give them some good ol’ German comfort food.

Okay maybe the need came from the fact that I know I’m going to get lots of “kiss for the cook” kisses…. And lots of I’ll take more please requests.

So I made this….

And when you make noodles it only makes sense to have mashed potatoes with it…
Along with some good homemade butter bread…

And corn cut off the cob….

This corn gives me a sad ending to this story.

It looks so tasty not?~!

My mother, sister and I just put up 7 bushels.

We have for years gotten together to do our corn…it always goes faster.

But my mom has moved into town in the past couple of years and since they have treated water it made our corn taste like chlorine!

After throwing 30 cobs away and switching the water to purified we thought we had the problem solved but we forgot about the ice water that we soak the corn in to cool it down.

I don’t get it !

I used to live in town and cooked all my food with treated water. I never thought of it.

It has us puzzled.

But the result is a freezer full of corn that tastes funny 😦

I keep thinking if I mix in enough other things I will disguise the taste…. but my normally unpicky guy is not fooled.

He says he can smell the chlorine.

I told my sis that we can just assume I won’t be bringing that carb to Thank giving Dinner!

But back to the 4 carbs.

They all ate and ate until their bellies were bulging and they even humored me by taking small portions of corn.


It’s tempting to consider making this meal again soon.

A time to heal

ISA 43:19

Don’t you love some refreshment?
A tall glass of fresh squeezed lemonade on a parched throat.

A splash in the pool on a hot, hot day…

MMMM…Oh yes!

That daddy of mine has been pouring water over my weary soul.

He is so good to me~!

Recently I heard Beth Moore talking about Ecc. 3:3
“A time to heal”…

Are you needing to be healed of something?

I am.

She said she’s got something down there too.

And to take care of it she is committing herself to talking about it with God every day. Asking him to minister to her in that area of wounding. Even on the days she isn’t struggling with it. After 30 days if she is not healed she will continue for another 30 until that thing is taken care of.

He does not promise instant healing instead he says, ” I will bind up the brokenhearted”….

Binding is a process.

So when we do receive that healing in full we will love him more then ever before.

“A time to heal”.

I love the idea.

I am doing the same.

In this, God is giving me a new hope.
He is beginning to stir in me a passion once again.

But I know that there will be crooked paths that lay before me….
I don’t intend to look back to Egypt but “have set my face like a flint” Isaiah 50.

He is doing something NEW!

What is He doing in Your life?

Do You need to have a season of healing?

Let Him refresh You with his word.
Let His presence overwhelm Your situation.

We can have a divine appointment with Him today…

Let’s do it!

Back to school…

It is already that time again,


Where my kids leave me for 6-8 hours at a time.

It’s not all bad.

Sometimes I am thankful for the quietness of the house and the dishes that stay clean.

But part of me really feels the tug as they go back.

Am I doing all I can to ensure they become all they can be?

It feels like I send them out into a world that can be really scary and unfriendly.

This year we decided to have a wrap up of our summer by taking them out to dinner the night before they started.
We had them write down their dining choice on a piece of paper without telling each other what it was.
They were divided down the middle.

2 wanted Mexican.

2 wanted pizza.

We ended up at Apple Bee’s.

It seemed the most fair. 🙂

We couldn’t come to a consensus so we just went somewhere they hadn’t picked.

After they were done eating Jason and I took turns pronouncing a specific blessing over each child. A compassionate spirit for one. A listening ear for another. Courage to stand up for truth. And friendships for all.

After picking up some last minute school supplies we stopped at the Chief for one last summer ice cream.

And this morning as the kids slowly moved their bodies out of bed….

We had a devotional which was just what we needed to hear~

It was out of Psalms 139…

O Lord you have searched me and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise.
You perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely,
O Lord.

You hem me in-behind and before;
you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go to the heavens,
you are there;
If I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.

Today As I think of sending them out I am comforted that God is present. He sees and knows all. Even when I have sketchy details about what actually happens around them.

He Is with them wherever they go.

This I can be sure of.

***Just on a random note…

If you want to hear an awesome song click on the Desert Song.
It ministered to me in church this morning!
Hope it does you too!

Think of it as my hug to you as you start your week.