Fully Invested Moments

There are defining moments in every persons life. My moments have been like yours, some grab you and you feel completely unable to handle the battle in front of you. You are David and Goliath is standing there, and the stones are slipping from your hands, as the sword is thrust powerfully through your armor and you are completely unprepared for the wound that hides under the armor.

Other moments, you already have the sling in the air, and the whirring sound of it whizzing around is more deafening than the shaking of an entire armies armor. The stone connects and you didn’t even realize you released it.

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I don’t know what moment this is for me. It is a moment, something is changing, something deep within me, that is un-content with the same ole stuff. Dreams are coming back to life that I buried long ago, and they came back bigger. Like a weed does, with those dreams coming back bigger, fears have grown until they tower over me. I am learning that my greatest fear is to be forgotten.

That my  life will have counted-for nothing. I am nothing but a vapor anyway. I don’t know about you, I really don’t. Most of you, if you follow this, I don’t know your names, I haven’t even figured out (despite being quite tech savy) how to figure out who does or doesn’t get a copy of this in their email everyday. I don’t know your life, your story. Your hopes, dreams, failures- epic failures. I just know we are all the same, because we have them. I believe you, like I have hopes that are gigantic, and wonderful and could change so many lives for the better, and I have fears that even if I accomplish those things they will all come crumbling down. My main purpose of this has always been to be real. To not be the one everyone wants to be like. There are some bloggers, and I sit in amazement at their accomplishments, both personally and professionally and I think how much I wish I was like them. But, I am not. I am me, and my life is quite messy and my best guess is, your’s is too. Marriage isn’t easy. Children aren’t easy. Work isn’t easy, both in and out of the home. Recreation isn’t easy, and relationships in general… well… they aren’t easy.

The one thing that is easy: Prayer. Because in the midst of your “I don’t know if I can keep doing this moment”, there is a still small voice. The one that spoke you into existence that says, “my strength is made perfect in your weakness”. It’s true isn’t it? When we can no longer hold our head up, mysteriously and miraculously, it somehow sits up there… and not only is it functional as a hat holder- there is a smile that comes from deep within, that the God of the Universe is FULLY invested in my mess. He isn’t a Jeanie in the bottle— we can’t “rub” Him the right way- He doesn’t work like that, but He is fully capable and incredibly able to make all of your yucky days; well. He can turn the dark skies to sunny in an instant, and He wants too. That’s my favorite part. He wants to hold my hand. He wants to tell me He loves me, and He wants more than anything to be my everything.

No matter where you are in this journey of life, grace and faith; He is there, and He loves you. So much.

Blessings Friends- whose names I do not know,

mel

A Dream Released

I have dreams. Lots of them.

Big dreams. I actually thought that they would all come true.

I told you last week, I gave up the musical dream, the one that most vocalist have. I am ok with losing that dream. In that dream it would have been all about me.

The other dreams, have so little to do with me, but instead they have everything to do with children.

I have found that God is not caught unaware of any situation or circumstance. He knows. Everything. You can not come up with anything that He has not already made a plan for in your life.

My dreams begin with children. Lots and lots of children. This dream is one my spouse and I do not share. The endless pain of that has the ability to cripple. Instead of focusing on what my dream is, I look to the Lord. He alone, gave me each dream held tightly in my grasp. Today I have to let my dreams go. I am learning, as you are everyday that the things we do in His name, are not always done with Him, but instead for Him. The commission wasn’t go and do it without Him, but to take Him with us.

I guess somewhere in my hurried and chaotic wedding vows I didn’t hear the parts about giving up my dreams for my husbands dreams. That’s the amazing part about the word of God, sometimes you have to look deeper than the surface. His answers aren’t the same for every one of us; but instead He tailor makes each and every plan and dream. My desire to so strongly pursue my dream and give it up for Tim’s could very well be the only thing the Lord was trying to teach me. It may not be that I one day have an orphanage with laughing children in Africa the way I have always dreamed, maybe it will be a scaled back version of my dream, where my hearts longing and desire is carried out by the monetary support I send. Maybe having more children in my home is not to be. If the Lord has called me to more, He, and He alone will change my husbands heart. I am powerless to change him or anyone else. I can only change myself. I can choose to place my dreams in first place in my heart, and lose my marriage, or I can put the Lord first, my marriage second and my children third and let everything else be put into place by the Lord.

I put my faith in the Lord. He is the reason we change our lives upside down just to be aligned to Him and His word. This is not an easy thing to do. In fact, aside from losing my dad 6 years ago- His birthday was today, and He gets to celebrate with Jesus now, and cakes far better than I could have made—-wait— there is cake in heaven right? right???????  Marriage is the hardest thing I could have ever imagined in my life. Two different people with different backgrounds is hard enough, but Adam and Eve had junk in the trunk and they didn’t even HAVE parents, or divorces, or anything outside of their “issue” in the garden!

I also know it is the greatest gift God gave us so there has to be something He hopes we accomplish for the strife and anguish caused by rough spots in relationships.

I tell you, what I tell me- we CAN do this, and God Himself can have ALL of the glory. When a long time marriage is winning, get around those people and soak up their great tips, attitudes and words most used. Most of us show only the good in front of others, so we have this falsehood of great marriages secretly hemorrhaging in the church. No one wants to be “that couple”, you know- the one everyone knows has a struggling marriage. I dare you, be open with people you can trust- no everyone isn’t called to be as open with the world as I am. Some of you though, are called to be small group marriage leaders, and others are meant to be small group marriage attendees. The title doesn’t matter, the fellowship with other people who have gone before you is what matters. The contact, the information, the help, the wisdom of those who have made something incredible from a story much like yours or mine- well that’s the point.

You aren’t alone. You are not the only one messed up. Your spouse isn’t the only one messed up. The one thing we all share is fear of failure. You can give in, or you can stick out your jaw, wipe off the tears, and slobber marring your face and get back into the battle. There is one who has already gone before you and He has won the battle. You are able to do this and leave a legacy- of faith.

Much Love, and Incredible Faith in Him to do a good work in you and your marriage!!!

Blessings,

mel

Love- In Reality

I love the Old Testament, I have told you guys that before.. I love it!

(Like the dog on the Beggin’ Strips commercials… “I want bacon!” )

In the New Testament, Jesus comes- I mean really that’s incredible, and He promises to come back too… even better.

I’m an old soul, most who know me would agree with that, I say most, because you have to know me pretty well for me to have expressed my desire for an 18th Century wardrobe. Gingham, taffeta, girdles, and corsets made with BONES to suck you in, in a way no Spanx ever could! I mean really, who cares if you can’t breathe if you are being auctioned off to the highest dowry paying, family aligning eligible bachelor out there, right? Not so much. That would be awful, but that is what we see a lot of in the Bible. Not the money part as much as the parents advising and guiding you toward a spouse of their choosing.

In the telling of the story of Isaac and Rebekah, I giggled in girlish delight as Abraham sent his servant to find a girl, and one appeared who did more than was asked of her and in confirmation through prayer was selected to be his wife. I was sucked in to this story where it seemed to be love at first sight, the thing we believe can’t exist because most of us, didn’t wait for God’s timing. He sees her coming in the field, and she sees him, and prepares herself, after barely more than a greeting, I was blushing as I read of him taking her to the tent and consummating their covenant.

My favorite part- the Bible confirms that he loved her. It’s the first of any of the marriages I saw in the Bible that added to the fact that they were married; love.

We just came off of, in my opinion, the craziest holiday our Nation celebrates. Valentine’s isn’t love. Easter is Love, Christmas is Love. They are times that we rejoice in a Savior who chose to come and be born to this sinful world and then to die on our behalf, while we were/are sinners. Since our children were out of school over the Valentine Holiday, we didn’t think anything of it; until they went back to school on Monday gave their cards, and came home with so many Valentine’s cards.

Cash- our more affectionate child, said, “Mom, you and dad didn’t get us Valentine’s?” My brother hears him through the phone on my ear, and says, “You didn’t get them anything? You’re a jerk!” (Don’t worry- it’s an affectionate term he uses on me…really!) I was instantly shamed. I took the time to explain to my little buddy that Mommy and Daddy don’t do Valentine’s Day, because we love and give to each other all year, so I hadn’t even thought about buying Valentine’s. His sweet little face tilted, and he said, “but I got you something Mom.”… and he did. On Valentine’s Day in between snow sessions, he wrote me a Valentine’s message and taped it to my bedroom door, “so I could see it everyday”. My brother listened to the exchange and then prompted me to find their love languages. He reminded me that each person feels, gives and received love differently and I needed to find out what their love languages were.

It’s my job to know how they receive love.- Ouch.

If I am supposed to be Jesus with skin, and He is love, I have to love them the way they relate to love, so they can feel HIS love. Touchdown for the younger brother.

So grateful for my brother… He is my dearest friend. He in a joking or straightforward way always encourages me. He builds me, shows me how I can be more than I am. He is Jesus with skin on, and dirty feet. 🙂 Thanks Bub.

The Old Testament is full of stories like this. Stories before the hope of the world came to bring redemption. Stories that took people as they were, changed their hearts, their paths, guided them to the Lord. He walked among them in the Old Testament, as flame, as wind, as storm clouds, as whirlwinds. He was there.      God.          Incredible presence, to the point of blindness, to stone commandments carried down from a mountain, to the Ark of the covenant that literally carried His presence and dared you to touch it, or defile it. He is power, and might, the wind, the rain, the strong right hand, the stone in the sling, the sword, the trumpet, the war cry and the victory. He is love, the Father to the Fatherless, the fount of living water…. I mean, Jesus brought the fulfillment of the promise, but God is the promise.

If He made you a promise, prepare yourself, get to a place with Him, and ask what junk has to go for you to make your home here? What people have assisted me in abandoning my promise?  Then do it, get rid of it, of them, start anew. Nothing of value comes for free. There is pain, and suffering in the cutting of dead things- because as new cells are brought to life it is uncomfortable. What depths are you willing to go to to see the lost found? To see your dreams become reality? To watch the broken become whole?

He is love, He is the same Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow, He does not base His promises on our worth, but on His. Take Comfort in that. You can do it. You can let that friendship that does nothing but take from you go. You can! You can stop watching that show that defiles the name of the Lord, you can make a home for Him, in your home.

 

Blessings!

mel

How Lego’s Prove Visions in Children

Vision : something that you see or dream especially as part of a religious or supernatural experience

:a thought, concept, or object formed by the imagination

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Joel 2:28

“And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions.
I think Cash got his first lego set when he was 3 years old. He didn’t seem into it. I assumed he would develop an interest as he grew. I didn’t know what an interest it would become. Building time has become very serious at our home. He liked quiet, solitary time to build. He will tell me what he is building before he touches a block.
He can see it. It’s in his mind. His first creation ever; an alligator pit. Yep. He built an actual alligator pit, with a diving board for them to go off of. A parking lot for visitors, and a huge swimming pool. It was the start of something beautiful. He has a village now an entire collection of buildings and vehicles. It is impressive, most things are done symmetrically, if he uses a red block- he uses it in exactly the same spot on the other side. He is an artist, constructor, and architect. He sees it, and makes it come to pass.
If someone messes with his creation he manages a righteous anger, and although he forgives, he is very disappointed that what he worked so hard to create has been destroyed.
Does that sound familiar? We have a creator who loves His creation, and when it is messed with or altered by outside forces, He exhibits righteous anger. He calls an army of angels into action and they war on our behalf.
If Cash can see the vision of a Lego building fully blueprinted in his mind, without a floor plan, if he is able to design something created by human hands in such a way that it is visually pleasing and stimulating to the eye with a purpose why is it so hard to imagine that he can see into the realms His creator has given him access to?
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So many discount children from the spiritual fight, when they should be teaming up with some young people who can see the hand of God at work on the earth. Children have faith because they haven’t experienced adult pain and loss. When someone goes away from them they see them as being MIA for a while. We as adults have dealt with those who have gone away and we know they will not be coming back. Children can operate in a level of faith that we as adults are too afraid to operate in. We know the bills are coming due, we see consequences, they see opportunities.
I pray that my children will know what it is to walk in faith and freedom throughout their lives, part of that is me as a support to them saying, “I believe in you”. When they tell me about dreams they are having I have a responsibility to take note of whatever it is the Lord may be saying to them, or better yet- through them. The Bible tells us that the Lord is going to pour out His spirit upon His people- that includes children, and through His spirit those children will be able to dream dreams, see visions and prophecy, calling things that are not as though they were.
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Believe in your little ones today, as Mary found out long ago when her child delivered her from sin, we can not discount our children, but must prepare them for the reality of a spiritual war that battles for their visions, and dreams, and arm them with His armor for the good fight of faith. I want them to walk through heavens gates and hear from the lips of Jesus, “Well done, my Good and Faithful Servant!”
Blessings,
mel

Rise…

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My children’s favorite movie is “Rise of the Guardians”. I myself didn’t see it until after they had watched it about 3 times. Tim watched it with them, but I was always busy (that normally means, I am sewing or painting something in a different room so they can have quiet and darkness during the movie- thats an ultra no-no to Tim. Lights HAVE to be out!)

When I finally stopped what I was doing and watched it, I loved it. I mean I really got into it, and as I was watching, I was amazed at the fact that this secular movie was completely based on Biblical principles! I am certain they did not intend for it to look this way, but it did! If you haven’t seen this movie yet, please do. I love the joy it brought to my children’s eyes.

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Good. Holiness. Righteousness. Will ALWAYS Win!

I love that they gave me animated examples of how to express the love of God for them, i.e. the “man in the moon”. That good will always win the war, even if a battle is lost along the way. We have a promise that He will come through, that He is coming for His bride and thanks to dreamworks animations, I now have material for children’s ministry, on a corporate and a home level. Wouldn’t it be fun to design Children’s lessons off of movies they love. The secular world, those who don’t know the love of God for them through the sacrifice of His son, don’t realize that they are still instruments that He can use for His glory! (I love that!)

The Lord has “Righteous Anger”, It looks I would guess a bit like this…

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This is sandman- I see Him as Holy Spirit. I used to think of Holy Spirit as a thing, instead of a name. He is Holy Spirit. He isn’t a The. He is a He! He is powerful and able to go on our behalf to comfort us in fear or times of confusion.

when He is up against this..

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This is Pitch- the Boogeyman… His main weapon is Fear. Sounds a bit in line with what we know our our greatest enemy.

and then before long there is defeat that looks like this…

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The Lord our God is incredible! He is able to do all things, beyond our expectations and dreams, if He can defeat our enemy can He not go on our behalf in the smaller things in life? In the larger things in life? He is incredible.

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Blessings,

mel

When I Grow Up…

I wanna be… ME!

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This is me… the real me, who I don’t allow to come out very often. She is playful, sarcastic, inappropriately so sometimes and laughs obnoxiously- Truly, ask anyone. I do. It’s one of those laughs that turns into a snort. Really unattractive, I don’t know what my husband saw in it, but thank God he did!

Well anyway, I was searching the internet and kept running into the saying that Comparison is the Thief of Joy,  and I knew I wanted to talk about this! If you search around google for this phrase you can score some beautiful free printables, and read some incredible insight into many others who deal with the same issues.

I have read on so many blogs that I can not possibly know the number, about other women specifically, that constantly compare themselves.  What is it with us as women that says, “we have to look, have or be like anyone else!” Each of these incredible blog writers has said, “Enjoy being you”, “Stop Comparing”, but often I don’t know how to do those things! Do You?

Can you think back-for some of us it goes a little ways back, others, maybe its a bit more recent, but think of the first time you observed the person who you wanted to emulate.

I remember being young, very young, and wanting to be the lady at church who “had it all together”, she was a phenomenal singer, a stylish mom, married to a great guy who was the worship leader, with a great house and it was all I wanted to be. I wanted all of that and my young heart began it’s pitter patter journey to discomfort with simply being, “me”, as my creator desired me to be.

The truth, “I don’t even know who I am.” I know what I am, I am a believer in Jesus Christ who died that I may live and have eternal life with Him, I am His child, His creation and His bride. If that is all the knowledge I ever have in what I am, It will always be enough. The thing is, I think He expects more of me than that. He died. Seriously gave the ultimate sacrifice, not just in death, but existing here on this planet, leaving Heaven to come Here… really? Why would someone do that!!!!?????

Because of Love. . . Because; He is in Love with me. He loves me. He doesn’t love my dream of who I will be like, He doesn’t find me lacking in any area when He sees me, because He sees Himself. What a sight that must be. If I looked in the physical mirror and saw Jesus, whoa. I would freak out. Just keeping it real, but that is what He sees when He sees me.

The difficult lessons with this is, renewing my mind, saying to myself when I see incredible success from other bloggers, and people living their dreams… “Lord, continue to bless them for following you, for being a source of strength for others to look to. Continue to provide divine wisdom and ideas to help others live more simply, more organized and more fulfilled lives. Teach me to follow you and be your hands and feet and to be as vulnerable to potential pain as others are, so that the message of hope can be spread to every continent and nation. Let love be my motivation, not comparison, or envy.”

It isn’t always exactly that, but most often than not… that’s very close to it. See I know that He owns a cattle on a thousand hills, there is more than enough to go around for each of us.  I don’t have to envy what someone else has, because whatever it is that He has in store for me, is greater than my wildest imaginations and most incredible dreams. It is certainly better than trying to imitate someone else’s reality.

For all those hope filled bloggers out there who make such a difference in the middle of someones craziest, worst or drama filled week; THANK YOU. Your life makes a difference, and your gift through words and pictures is all some people need to escape what could be a wild reality for just a few moments, to give them the strength they need to tackle that obstacle or overcome that situation.

blessings,

mel

When I Grow Up…

I wanna be… ME!

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This is me… the real me, who I don’t allow to come out very often. She is playful, sarcastic, inappropriately so sometimes and laughs obnoxiously- Truly, ask anyone. I do. It’s one of those laughs that turns into a snort. Really unattractive, I don’t know what my husband saw in it, but thank God he did!

Well anyway, I was searching the internet and kept running into the saying that Comparison is the Thief of Joy,  and I knew I wanted to talk about this! If you search around google for this phrase you can score some beautiful free printables, and read some incredible insight into many others who deal with the same issues.

I have read on so many blogs that I can not possibly know the number, about other women specifically, that constantly compare themselves.  What is it with us as women that says, “we have to look, have or be like anyone else!” Each of these incredible blog writers has said, “Enjoy being you”, “Stop Comparing”, but often I don’t know how to do those things! Do You?

Can you think back-for some of us it goes a little ways back, others, maybe its a bit more recent, but think of the first time you observed the person who you wanted to emulate.

I remember being young, very young, and wanting to be the lady at church who “had it all together”, she was a phenomenal singer, a stylish mom, married to a great guy who was the worship leader, with a great house and it was all I wanted to be. I wanted all of that and my young heart began it’s pitter patter journey to discomfort with simply being, “me”, as my creator desired me to be.

The truth, “I don’t even know who I am.” I know what I am, I am a believer in Jesus Christ who died that I may live and have eternal life with Him, I am His child, His creation and His bride. If that is all the knowledge I ever have in what I am, It will always be enough. The thing is, I think He expects more of me than that. He died. Seriously gave the ultimate sacrifice, not just in death, but existing here on this planet, leaving Heaven to come Here… really? Why would someone do that!!!!?????

Because of Love. . . Because; He is in Love with me. He loves me. He doesn’t love my dream of who I will be like, He doesn’t find me lacking in any area when He sees me, because He sees Himself. What a sight that must be. If I looked in the physical mirror and saw Jesus, whoa. I would freak out. Just keeping it real, but that is what He sees when He sees me.

The difficult lessons with this is, renewing my mind, saying to myself when I see incredible success from other bloggers, and people living their dreams… “Lord, continue to bless them for following you, for being a source of strength for others to look to. Continue to provide divine wisdom and ideas to help others live more simply, more organized and more fulfilled lives. Teach me to follow you and be your hands and feet and to be as vulnerable to potential pain as others are, so that the message of hope can be spread to every continent and nation. Let love be my motivation, not comparison, or envy.”

It isn’t always exactly that, but most often than not… that’s very close to it. See I know that He owns a cattle on a thousand hills, there is more than enough to go around for each of us.  I don’t have to envy what someone else has, because whatever it is that He has in store for me, is greater than my wildest imaginations and most incredible dreams. It is certainly better than trying to imitate someone else’s reality.

For all those hope filled bloggers out there who make such a difference in the middle of someones craziest, worst or drama filled week; THANK YOU. Your life makes a difference, and your gift through words and pictures is all some people need to escape what could be a wild reality for just a few moments, to give them the strength they need to tackle that obstacle or overcome that situation.

blessings,

mel

When I Grow Up…

I wanna be… ME!

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This is me… the real me, who I don’t allow to come out very often. She is playful, sarcastic, inappropriately so sometimes and laughs obnoxiously- Truly, ask anyone. I do. It’s one of those laughs that turns into a snort. Really unattractive, I don’t know what my husband saw in it, but thank God he did!

Well anyway, I was searching the internet and kept running into the saying that Comparison is the Thief of Joy,  and I knew I wanted to talk about this! If you search around google for this phrase you can score some beautiful free printables, and read some incredible insight into many others who deal with the same issues.

I have read on so many blogs that I can not possibly know the number, about other women specifically, that constantly compare themselves.  What is it with us as women that says, “we have to look, have or be like anyone else!” Each of these incredible blog writers has said, “Enjoy being you”, “Stop Comparing”, but often I don’t know how to do those things! Do You?

Can you think back-for some of us it goes a little ways back, others, maybe its a bit more recent, but think of the first time you observed the person who you wanted to emulate.

I remember being young, very young, and wanting to be the lady at church who “had it all together”, she was a phenomenal singer, a stylish mom, married to a great guy who was the worship leader, with a great house and it was all I wanted to be. I wanted all of that and my young heart began it’s pitter patter journey to discomfort with simply being, “me”, as my creator desired me to be.

The truth, “I don’t even know who I am.” I know what I am, I am a believer in Jesus Christ who died that I may live and have eternal life with Him, I am His child, His creation and His bride. If that is all the knowledge I ever have in what I am, It will always be enough. The thing is, I think He expects more of me than that. He died. Seriously gave the ultimate sacrifice, not just in death, but existing here on this planet, leaving Heaven to come Here… really? Why would someone do that!!!!?????

Because of Love. . . Because; He is in Love with me. He loves me. He doesn’t love my dream of who I will be like, He doesn’t find me lacking in any area when He sees me, because He sees Himself. What a sight that must be. If I looked in the physical mirror and saw Jesus, whoa. I would freak out. Just keeping it real, but that is what He sees when He sees me.

The difficult lessons with this is, renewing my mind, saying to myself when I see incredible success from other bloggers, and people living their dreams… “Lord, continue to bless them for following you, for being a source of strength for others to look to. Continue to provide divine wisdom and ideas to help others live more simply, more organized and more fulfilled lives. Teach me to follow you and be your hands and feet and to be as vulnerable to potential pain as others are, so that the message of hope can be spread to every continent and nation. Let love be my motivation, not comparison, or envy.”

It isn’t always exactly that, but most often than not… that’s very close to it. See I know that He owns a cattle on a thousand hills, there is more than enough to go around for each of us.  I don’t have to envy what someone else has, because whatever it is that He has in store for me, is greater than my wildest imaginations and most incredible dreams. It is certainly better than trying to imitate someone else’s reality.

For all those hope filled bloggers out there who make such a difference in the middle of someones craziest, worst or drama filled week; THANK YOU. Your life makes a difference, and your gift through words and pictures is all some people need to escape what could be a wild reality for just a few moments, to give them the strength they need to tackle that obstacle or overcome that situation.

blessings,

mel

When I Grow Up…

I wanna be… ME!

IMG955543

This is me… the real me, who I don’t allow to come out very often. She is playful, sarcastic, inappropriately so sometimes and laughs obnoxiously- Truly, ask anyone. I do. It’s one of those laughs that turns into a snort. Really unattractive, I don’t know what my husband saw in it, but thank God he did!

Well anyway, I was searching the internet and kept running into the saying that Comparison is the Thief of Joy,  and I knew I wanted to talk about this! If you search around google for this phrase you can score some beautiful free printables, and read some incredible insight into many others who deal with the same issues.

I have read on so many blogs that I can not possibly know the number, about other women specifically, that constantly compare themselves.  What is it with us as women that says, “we have to look, have or be like anyone else!” Each of these incredible blog writers has said, “Enjoy being you”, “Stop Comparing”, but often I don’t know how to do those things! Do You?

Can you think back-for some of us it goes a little ways back, others, maybe its a bit more recent, but think of the first time you observed the person who you wanted to emulate.

I remember being young, very young, and wanting to be the lady at church who “had it all together”, she was a phenomenal singer, a stylish mom, married to a great guy who was the worship leader, with a great house and it was all I wanted to be. I wanted all of that and my young heart began it’s pitter patter journey to discomfort with simply being, “me”, as my creator desired me to be.

The truth, “I don’t even know who I am.” I know what I am, I am a believer in Jesus Christ who died that I may live and have eternal life with Him, I am His child, His creation and His bride. If that is all the knowledge I ever have in what I am, It will always be enough. The thing is, I think He expects more of me than that. He died. Seriously gave the ultimate sacrifice, not just in death, but existing here on this planet, leaving Heaven to come Here… really? Why would someone do that!!!!?????

Because of Love. . . Because; He is in Love with me. He loves me. He doesn’t love my dream of who I will be like, He doesn’t find me lacking in any area when He sees me, because He sees Himself. What a sight that must be. If I looked in the physical mirror and saw Jesus, whoa. I would freak out. Just keeping it real, but that is what He sees when He sees me.

The difficult lessons with this is, renewing my mind, saying to myself when I see incredible success from other bloggers, and people living their dreams… “Lord, continue to bless them for following you, for being a source of strength for others to look to. Continue to provide divine wisdom and ideas to help others live more simply, more organized and more fulfilled lives. Teach me to follow you and be your hands and feet and to be as vulnerable to potential pain as others are, so that the message of hope can be spread to every continent and nation. Let love be my motivation, not comparison, or envy.”

It isn’t always exactly that, but most often than not… that’s very close to it. See I know that He owns a cattle on a thousand hills, there is more than enough to go around for each of us.  I don’t have to envy what someone else has, because whatever it is that He has in store for me, is greater than my wildest imaginations and most incredible dreams. It is certainly better than trying to imitate someone else’s reality.

For all those hope filled bloggers out there who make such a difference in the middle of someones craziest, worst or drama filled week; THANK YOU. Your life makes a difference, and your gift through words and pictures is all some people need to escape what could be a wild reality for just a few moments, to give them the strength they need to tackle that obstacle or overcome that situation.

blessings,

mel

When I Grow Up…

I wanna be… ME!

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This is me… the real me, who I don’t allow to come out very often. She is playful, sarcastic, inappropriately so sometimes and laughs obnoxiously- Truly, ask anyone. I do. It’s one of those laughs that turns into a snort. Really unattractive, I don’t know what my husband saw in it, but thank God he did!

Well anyway, I was searching the internet and kept running into the saying that Comparison is the Thief of Joy,  and I knew I wanted to talk about this! If you search around google for this phrase you can score some beautiful free printables, and read some incredible insight into many others who deal with the same issues.

I have read on so many blogs that I can not possibly know the number, about other women specifically, that constantly compare themselves.  What is it with us as women that says, “we have to look, have or be like anyone else!” Each of these incredible blog writers has said, “Enjoy being you”, “Stop Comparing”, but often I don’t know how to do those things! Do You?

Can you think back-for some of us it goes a little ways back, others, maybe its a bit more recent, but think of the first time you observed the person who you wanted to emulate.

I remember being young, very young, and wanting to be the lady at church who “had it all together”, she was a phenomenal singer, a stylish mom, married to a great guy who was the worship leader, with a great house and it was all I wanted to be. I wanted all of that and my young heart began it’s pitter patter journey to discomfort with simply being, “me”, as my creator desired me to be.

The truth, “I don’t even know who I am.” I know what I am, I am a believer in Jesus Christ who died that I may live and have eternal life with Him, I am His child, His creation and His bride. If that is all the knowledge I ever have in what I am, It will always be enough. The thing is, I think He expects more of me than that. He died. Seriously gave the ultimate sacrifice, not just in death, but existing here on this planet, leaving Heaven to come Here… really? Why would someone do that!!!!?????

Because of Love. . . Because; He is in Love with me. He loves me. He doesn’t love my dream of who I will be like, He doesn’t find me lacking in any area when He sees me, because He sees Himself. What a sight that must be. If I looked in the physical mirror and saw Jesus, whoa. I would freak out. Just keeping it real, but that is what He sees when He sees me.

The difficult lessons with this is, renewing my mind, saying to myself when I see incredible success from other bloggers, and people living their dreams… “Lord, continue to bless them for following you, for being a source of strength for others to look to. Continue to provide divine wisdom and ideas to help others live more simply, more organized and more fulfilled lives. Teach me to follow you and be your hands and feet and to be as vulnerable to potential pain as others are, so that the message of hope can be spread to every continent and nation. Let love be my motivation, not comparison, or envy.”

It isn’t always exactly that, but most often than not… that’s very close to it. See I know that He owns a cattle on a thousand hills, there is more than enough to go around for each of us.  I don’t have to envy what someone else has, because whatever it is that He has in store for me, is greater than my wildest imaginations and most incredible dreams. It is certainly better than trying to imitate someone else’s reality.

For all those hope filled bloggers out there who make such a difference in the middle of someones craziest, worst or drama filled week; THANK YOU. Your life makes a difference, and your gift through words and pictures is all some people need to escape what could be a wild reality for just a few moments, to give them the strength they need to tackle that obstacle or overcome that situation.

blessings,

mel