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Turmoil

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When we moved to Texas a couple years ago, we sent our daughter-in-law to tour the house we ultimately ended up purchasing. We didn’t see it in person until a few weeks later, but as soon as she walked in the door with the video on, I knew it was “home.” It checked all the boxes on the “must have” list and even the boxes on the “wish list.” God provided and blessed in an amazing way for us.

There is just one thing I don’t like about my home. It is located smack in the middle of “Turmoil Curve.” Who in the world would name a street in a neighborhood “Turmoil Curve.” Whenever someone asks for my address, I get questions and comments. Yes, I live on Turmoil Curve. Not exactly an ideal street name. Who wants to live in or on Turmoil?

I think we can all agree that our world is in turmoil right now. We are in the middle of (well, prayerfully nearing the end of) the longest government shut down in our history, a political divide in our nation that feels wider than our country itself, wars around the world, increasing crime and cost of living. On a personal level, I’m sure we all have a list of tumultuous areas in our lives: paychecks that don’t quite stretch to the next one, doctor’s appointments and tests that are uncertain, caring for aging parents or our own precious babies who can’t tell us what’s wrong, difficult relationships with a spouse, friend, or co-worker. But if anyone happens to ask, we are “fine.”

God reminded me this week to take a look at my map. Out the back of my home is a beautiful greenbelt where deer come by periodically. There is something deeply spiritual about the deer that make me feel a greater connection to God. I think they are a reminder of the beauty of his creation, even on Turmoil Curve in the west side of San Antonio. And they fill my heart with gratitude to Jesus for his provision for me and my family.

If I back out of my driveway and turn right, I will run into “Peaceful Dell,” and if I back out of my driveway and turn left, I run into “Peaceful Glade.” No matter which way I go on Turmoil Curve, I end up on a peaceful street. When we follow God in the midst of our turmoil, He promises that we will find peace at the end of it.

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” (John 14:27, NIV)

Never Too Early

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Last night my Daughter-in-Love came over with my precious grandbabies while my son worked late. We had dinner and a fun night playing. Toward the end of the evening, two-year-old “Sweets” asked me to play “Ring Around the Rosie” with her. I told her I would sing with her, but I didn’t want to go round and round or fall down because I had a headache. She replied, “Oh, you have a headache? Can I pray for you?” Of course you can pray for me! She came over, took my hand, and said, “Dear Jesus, Babble, babble, babble, babble, babble. In Jesus’ name, Amen”. She looked up at me and said, “Is your headache better? Can we play now?” She was so certain. We played “Ring Around the Rosie.”

It was the sweetest thing and made me teary-eyed. I didn’t understand a word she said. The funny thing is, “Sweets” is very verbal and never babbles. Romans 8:26-27 says, “In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God.” (NIV) Isn’t it amazing that the God of the Universe knew exactly what she was saying and the intent of her heart through the Holy Spirit? She prayed in her own little prayer language, and God knew what she said. Incredible.

Parents and grandparents, it’s never too early to begin teaching your babies to pray. Pray before meals and bedtime, but pray at other times as well. And pray when you don’t know how God’s going to answer. One night when my kids were little, Randy and my dad were trying to fix my car in the garage downstairs and were having trouble. I gathered the kids and my mom and said, “Let’s pray for the car.” As soon as we said “Amen,” we heard the engine roar to life! The kids (and adults) were so excited! Another time, we took our “new to us” trailer out for a weekend at a nearby campground with my parents. We were close enough to home that my dad and Randy were both working during the day. As is typical in Washington State, it started to pour down rain, and we quickly discovered a leak in the roof of the trailer. This was before the time of cell phones, so we couldn’t call to let the guys know that we had a leak. So, we prayed together for the rain to stop. Well, the rain didn’t stop, but soon after, my dad came driving up on his lunch break with a tarp. Not the expected answer, but an answer nonetheless!

There were countless other times where our prayers were not answered as quickly or in the way that we had hoped. But we learned together to trust God with the outcome. And now we continue to teach the next generation about the goodness and sovereignty of God. What an amazing thing. If you haven’t started praying with your kids yet, don’t miss out on the opportunity to watch God show up in awesome ways and see your kids learn about the goodness of God.

And thank you, “Sweets”, for praying for my headache last night. I feel better.

Thanks Charlie!

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Some of you may see the title of this post and decide to stop reading. But let me be clear….I don’t do political posts. Maybe I should, but that’s not my calling. I hate confrontation and will pretty much do whatever I can to avoid it in any way, shape or form.

As a Christ follower, it has been heart-breaking, scary, prophetic, and eye-opening, even shocking, to experience the assassination of Charlie Kirk. Jesus told us in John 15, verses 18-25, that the world would hate us, just as it hated him. I have had people in my life hate me for various reasons. I don’t like it, even a little bit. Of course we want to be liked, even loved, by everyone. But let me tell you, being loved by Jesus is enough. It’s more than enough; it is amazing! Even if everyone I knew were to suddenly hate me, the love of Jesus would still be enough. It would be sad here in this world, but still enough that I would get to be with Jesus and love by Him for eternity.

These past two weeks since Charlie’s assassination have drawn me to Jesus. My love for Jesus has been strengthened by the stories I have heard. More than anything though, Charlie showed me that confrontation isn’t a bad thing. He lived his life to meet people where they were and help them see Jesus. Maybe I need to be more willing, bolder, and more courageous to speak Jesus to strangers around me.

Dear Jesus, help me be like Charlie in this world. But more than that, I want to be like YOU. I want to love like you do and talk like you do. And thank you for Phil Wickham’s new album that has put so many of my thoughts and feelings into songs that I can sing to you.

Thank you, Charlie, for a legacy that will live on and for inspiring me to live more like Jesus.

Found

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January 22, 1982, late at night in the Cascade Mountains near Cle Elum, Washington, God found me. I wasn’t lost in the sense that no one knew where I was. I was lost in a religion that was what I did on Sunday, but God found me and drew me into a relationship that changed the course of my life.

I grew up in a beautiful Christian home with a family who loved me. As a child, my grandma, who so fondly called me “Jenny Wren”, told me that God had something special for me. She didn’t know what it was specifically, just that God would use me in ministry in some capacity in my life. I always felt important & valued when she told me that.

Sitting in my home far from Washington State this morning, what are my thoughts as I ponder the night that changed my life forty-three years ago?

I can still remember the incredible sense of peace that come over me in that moment. The worship leader at the youth retreat challenged us to think about all that God had done for us as we walked back to our cabins that night. In the middle of a bunch of loud and crazy students, I walked through the snowfall talking to God. It was just me and Him. Every time it snows (like it did in San Antonio this week, just for me), I am reminded of the incredible sense of peace that comes from knowing that I am loved, chosen, and known by God. He sees me every day, even the ones when I forget to see Him.

Now that I am a grandma, I often remember the role that my grandma played in my life. She loved Jesus, and her words spoke life to me. I think of my precious grandbabies and pray that my words will speak life to them, too. But not only my words, Lord Jesus. May my actions speak louder than my words. Whenever I change a diaper, make a peanut butter sandwich, sit on the floor to play, snuggle on the couch with a book, or giggle because that’s what we do, may my grandbabies feel, know and understand the love of Jesus.

Whether you are a parent or grandparent, aunt or uncle, youth leader, teacher, or family friend of a child or teenager, don’t underestimate the power of your words. They can change a day, a year, a lifetime. They might even change the world.

I am grateful for this life I live and have lived. Thank you, Jesus, for finding that lost girl walking through the snowfall and looking for You. I needed to be found by You.

But I Don’t Feel Like It

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I woke up this morning and let myself linger in bed a bit longer instead of jumping up to tackle my mile long “to do” list for today. I thought to myself, “I haven’t really felt God this week.” The first response that popped into my mind was “Why hasn’t God been present?” And then I had to chuckle to myself. I just wrote a blog post last week about being Mary in this season of Merry. Of course the enemy is going to distract me from following my own words with a sense of apathy or one of failure. Either way, I decide I shouldn’t write what I can’t do myself, so I abandon the thought of a blog altogether. Nope. I’m not giving up that easily, satan!

And then I started thinking about feelings. Feelings are fickle and not dependable. How many times have I told married couples that “Love is not a feeling. It is a choice!”? If I only love my husband when I feel it, then I would be a terrible wife. When I am deep in thought with my “other job” working on spreadsheets and reconciling accounts, I don’t “feel” love for my husband. I choose to love him, whether I feel like it or not; whether I am thinking about him or not.

Forgiveness isn’t a feeling either; it is a choice I make every time I remember the offense that I thought I forgave long ago. I have to choose to forget it and to think about something else. Isaiah 43:25 says, “I, even I, am he who blots out your transgressions, for my own sake, and remembers your sins no more” (NIV). The God of the Universe, who knows everything, has not forgotten my sins. How could an omniscient God forget anything? He does not forget; he chooses not to remember.

So, if I am not “feeling” God today, it isn’t because He has left or changed. I need to choose to remember that God will never leave me or forsake me (Hebrews 13:5, NIV). I am going to turn on some worship music and look for God in my day. He’s here. He’ll show me what I have been missing this week. It might be through a deer in my backyard, a heart-shaped rock or leaf, my granddaughter’s belly laugh, or a beautiful sunset. It might be a million little things that He does to show me His love for me throughout the day. And in the end, it might be a feeling of love. But if not, I know I am loved and not forgotten.