How Can It Be

Old Testament Alert

Yes, the Old Testament. It rocks my world, because although God never changes the law changed for you and I when He sent His son.

I am working on the post- be ready- I think God will reveal some things to us in it.

For now- Here is an incredible song that really moves me- hope it moves you too!

How Can It Be

Lauren Daigle- Bless you and that incredible voice! Thank you for sharing this song with the world and reminding us of Who He IS, and what He did!





That’s What I Love About Fridays!

Friday- My favorite day.

I love Fridays. I remember that my love for Friday’s started in High School. I loved going to the football games, the smell of hot chocolate, hot dogs, and the brisk air- perfect fall weather. It was my happy place. I am a jeans and sweat shirt kinda girl. I think that also began in High School. As an adult I realize that it was a struggle with body image, and I was in no need of being concerned about that- but I was. I wore larger than necessary sweatshirts and I could hide inside it. Friday’s have continued to be a beautiful part of my life. It is the day I get to go home to my family and then stay with them for 2 extra days. I love that.

I love sitting on the floor piecing a quilt while my babies come to talk to me. (They will always be my babies, but they are respectively 7 & 8). We talk about all sorts of things. The bring up topics and we deal with them without embarrassment or shame. My son heard a song a few weeks ago and while we were riding down the road he brought it up- our conversation went something like this:

Cash: “Mom, I heard a song today.”

Me: “Ok, what song did you hear.”

Cash:”I can be a freak.”

Me: “Hmmm (in s sweet sounding way)… where did you hear that?”

Cash: “From someone. I wanted to ask you about it though- because I didn’t think it was good.”

Me: (My spirit is soaring- he knows- even without understanding!) “I am so glad that you asked me about this, because that song isn’t appropriate.” “What is most important is that your spirit spoke that to you before I did, and that means your relationship with Jesus is working!”

Cash: (Smiling largely) “That’s good, right, mom?”

Me: “That is very good. Thanks for bringing this to me and trusting me to talk with you about it.”


Our conversations aren’t always so easy- or so quickly solved. There are days when, like everyone else, we struggle to understand one another. I have often felt robbed of the time at home with my children, and when the Lord allows me to speak into the kids’ lives and have them trust me, it assures me that despite my feelings or availability, He will continue to lead them in truth, with or without me.

There is something about a Friday. I’m telling you. I don’t know what it is, but it brings possibility to me. I begin creating crafts in my mind before the materials are even in hand. I process through all of our options for the weekend and how best to use our time and finances to make memories. I long for the days of fall football games and spring basketball games, sharing these events with our children before it’s their time to be in school. I want us being there to be a normal occurrence. I don’t want a day to come where they think, “Why are my parents here?” Instead- we go together, and while they can go off and learn what it is to fall and get back up, emotionally and socially, we will be there, to cart them home, wipe their tears speak words of encouragement and love and remind them who they are and what they are called to be.

We can’t continue to live distracted, heads turned by every little thing, if I am not intentional now, teaching what end results should be, I am not preparing them for Friday nights and those awkward middle and high school years; and man, those days are rapidly approaching. Praying I can continue to be a mom who hears with heart, mind and spirit when those really difficult conversations come.

Praying for you too, that if you are already there or are headed there, that your relationships would be founded on solid rock, unmoving, unwavering, undisturbed by the storms of this life.





Kari Jobe- Forever

I’ve just been listening to this over and over. Let your words Lord  penetrate deep into my heart.


“Though I desire time and affection in His presence,

I find myself easily distracted,

completely enticed by the offerings of this World,

forgetting that I was bought with a price.

I am yet a sinner, while washed in the grace and blood of Jesus.

I am one, only one who desires to be at rest,

at peace in His presence.

The trappings of this world will never do.

Not when I am so captivated by you.

I am His.

I am created for more.

I am more.

I will be more.

I am His Beloved.

His Bride,

His precious bride.

I am- Because He IS.”   …Mel Summa



What do you put in?

I have been blessed in my life to have a supportive family, during great times and terrible times. I have learned that what I put in, will come out.

I grew up on Country Music, and a little of my dad listening to, “Oh What A Night”, and similar songs. I, to this day, have no idea who sings that, but Mrs. King my 6th grade P.E. teacher taught us aerobics to it, so when I hear it at the dentist office almost every visit, my feet tend to start moving. 🙂

Due to growing up on country music, I just like it. I love the beat, the instruments used, the way the singers sing. Feeling emotion within every song and having an experience in the 3-4 minutes it’s playing. The problem with growing up on country music, is that it creates a mental “norm” for what a family is, or what every family, every relationship “must” endure. This isn’t just a country music thing; I can think of very few genres that aren’t Christian who’s lyrics don’t change your thinking or distract you from your purpose.

I am about to blow your socks off… It’s false. Every bit of it. I tested myself about two weeks ago, and I turned on the country channels, only when I was in the car. I don’t expose my children to it intentionally- for a reason. I was at first amazed by the lyrics of the songs. Every single song encouraged and made alcohol seem like the answer. Have a drink, get the girl… have a drink, get even… have a drink, the world is fine… yada. yada. yada… all false. I got pulled in. I knew I would, but I needed to reawaken myself to what I live for, and sometimes to do that you have to see where you were.

I was in that spot years ago dealing with my dad’s death, the loss of my nephew before we could even meet, and about 10 other loved ones in a years time. My son was backed over by my husband in our truck, and it startled me into awareness of where my life was. I was singing on the worship team at church, having an emotional affair, dealing with my husband’s affair, contemplating divorce and living as close to drunk in private as I could. Feeling too much hurt, so I numbed it. I had my prescription of Xanax from my dad’s passing and I learned to live on half a Xanax during the day until I got home at night and could sneak some drinks. I missed gaps of my children’s lives, and the worst part; no one knew. Not Tim, not my family, no one; but God.

I can sum up my life with one phrase; but for God. That is my life story… but for Him, who saw me, the one who saw me, who sees me. But for Him, I would be a divorced alcoholic unable to function in my gifting’s, in my purposes. I would be a failure as a wife, a mother, a child and a daughter of the Most High God. You will notice I write the Most High God a lot. It isn’t for you that I write it; it’s for me. I need to remind myself in my thinking by renewing my mind, that I was created, designed with a purpose and although I fail, I am not a failure, but for God.

Tim corrects me all the time, because I say, but, a lot. (It’s true, I do.) He says, “Mel, when you say that you cancel out everything in front of it.” (Again, grammatically that is true.) What he doesn’t realize is that there are times that everything being cancelled before the word is actually an answer to prayer. When He looks at me, He doesn’t see the lying, the betrayal, the drunkenness, the darkness surrounding me; He sees Himself because I was created in His image and upon accepting His son, I became the likeness of Jesus.

I did about a week of Country music and some things happened, specifically; I began changing. I didn’t think of God anymore. I didn’t think of consequences, I didn’t desire to pray, read my Bible, get to know Him more, or even write on this blog. I became selfish and motivated to do for me, and myself alone. I felt frustration when my children needed my attention, I felt like my body was mine and not available to my husband, I was in control. I reached the week mark and turned my positive radio back on, my K-Love, and PER, and AFR, and I felt the change begin; literally my heart softening as my mouth began to form the words of songs of hope, encouragement and love for the creator. I immediately felt repentant for my behaviors and attitudes of the previous week. I was blossoming back into the woman I was created to be. I am astounded by how lyrics repeated over and over can change my thinking, my personality and who I choose to be.

It is a choice, everyday we have a choice to lift the name of Jesus or ourselves. We have a choice to put in what we want to come out.

If I eat 25 Twinkies, and expect to lose weight, I am out of balance in my thinking and my expectations. If I choose to eat lean meals and exercise the expectation is that I will begin to see muscle appear in place of fat.

If I submerse myself in music, movies, or people who degrade and demolish the work of the cross, I will become who they are. I do believe that we are able to immerse ourselves in small doses with those we are called to reach, but if you are going into that environment without prayer, fasting, intentionality you will find yourself tied up in slowing constricting bonds. What doesn’t affect you much at first, will over the course of time, develop in you a personality you will be ashamed to carry. Your calling will be marred by the acts that brought you back to the foot of the cross, and while He holds nothing over you, no condemnation; none, you will still wear the marks left by the bondage you endured. You got to choose how tightly those bonds held you. You get to determine as a parent how many bonds you will allow your children to wear in the name of “friendship”, or being “the cool parent”, or worse like me, “the stubborn disconnected parent”.

What are you putting in today that is impacting you and stunting your growth?





Appropriate VS. Inappropriate

Appropriate has completely lost it’s fervor: “suitable or proper in the circumstances”


I work in an office, we specialize in Behavioral Health. I enjoy being a part of something that feels like a mission. To most this is just a place where we help people who are mentally ill to develop appropriate, balanced lives. To me, this is a mission field. I can pray for clients who do not have a sane mind, and I know that the same Jesus who healed Legion in Mark 5. The story told best by the Biblical Account is:

Jesus Heals a Demon-Possessed Man

5 So they arrived at the other side of the lake, in the region of the Gerasenes. 2 When Jesus climbed out of the boat, a man possessed by an evil spirit came out from a cemetery to meet him. 3 This man lived among the burial caves and could no longer be restrained, even with a chain. 4 Whenever he was put into chains and shackles—as he often was—he snapped the chains from his wrists and smashed the shackles. No one was strong enough to subdue him. 5 Day and night he wandered among the burial caves and in the hills, howling and cutting himself with sharp stones.

6 When Jesus was still some distance away, the man saw him, ran to meet him, and bowed low before him. 7 With a shriek, he screamed, “Why are you interfering with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? In the name of God, I beg you, don’t torture me!” 8 For Jesus had already said to the spirit, “Come out of the man, you evil spirit.”

9 Then Jesus demanded, “What is your name?”

And he replied, “My name is Legion, because there are many of us inside this man.” 10 Then the evil spirits begged him again and again not to send them to some distant place.

11 There happened to be a large herd of pigs feeding on the hillside nearby. 12 “Send us into those pigs,” the spirits begged. “Let us enter them.”

13 So Jesus gave them permission. The evil spirits came out of the man and entered the pigs, and the entire herd of about 2,000 pigs plunged down the steep hillside into the lake and drowned in the water.

14 The herdsmen fled to the nearby town and the surrounding countryside, spreading the news as they ran. People rushed out to see what had happened. 15 A crowd soon gathered around Jesus, and they saw the man who had been possessed by the legion of demons. He was sitting there fully clothed and perfectly sane, and they were all afraid.

I love that Jesus didn’t leave him dirty, and unclothed. He not only restored his internal struggle but his physical appearance. That’s how good He is! So day in and day out, I have an opportunity to meet and touch the lives of those who come into this office. They are each day trapped with something they alone can not bear. When you don’t know what else to say, or do; just pray and trust the Lord to move through your prayers.

Well in our office we get into typical discussions, and we tell stories about our lives and things we are doing with our children, etc. I typically have the highest standards. I do not say that as a boast, I do not feel honored by that, it most often makes me the outcast; a role I am content to play. Today that typical conversation worked itself into an “office poll”. Completely off the record of course.

My boss went to a father -daughter dance last night, his first. He has a belief in the Lord and I think he is a wonderful boss, he often asks me questions about my beliefs and I think he is secretly seeking a deeper understanding of the Lord. He showed me a video of his little girl dancing at her elementary school. I heard the music for the “Wobble”. If you have been to any weddings or events lately, it seems to be the big thing. I made a small face, and he said, “What Mel?” I said, “I don’t really think that is an appropriate song for an elementary school dance. He disagreed, and listed his points; It’s just an innocent dance, it’s just dads and their daughters, it’s fun, children like line dances, it gets them involved.

I stayed steady on my course and explained that Gangdham Style was played at our daughters father daughter dance a few months ago and that I was appalled and went to the Principle because I believe it was very inappropriate. He disagreed again, he didn’t find the term “Sexy lady” offensive. So he decided to get the whole office involved, and is asking personal and not professional opinions about the two songs.

1-Are they appropriate?

2- Would you allow your daughter to dance to them?

The remainder of the office, has seen no problem with the music choice for even a child’s event, because it’s fun and innocent. I delved a little deeper, as I always do. Give me an internet connection or a Physical dictionary and the Bible and let’s go to war!

I then located the lyrics to “Wobble” They are as follows

All the shawties in the club, let me see you just
Back it up, drop it down, let me see you just
Get low, scrub the ground, let me see you just
Push it up, push it up, let me see you just

Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble, yeah
Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble, yeah
Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble, yeah
Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble, yeah

Get in there, yeah, yeah
Get in there, yeah, yeah
Get in there, yeah, yeah
Get in there, yeah, yeah

Ay big girl, make ’em back it up, yeah, make ’em back it up
Ay big girl, make ’em back it up, yeah, make ’em back it up
Ay big girl, make ’em back it up, yeah, make ’em back it up
Ay big girl, make ’em back it up, yeah, make ’em back it up

I got ’em shaking their boobies like congos
Man, I’m shaking the city like quakes
The haters blue in the face like gonzo
‘Cause I’m raking in cake, so let’s bake

I’m taking the game, the game’s mine
Y’all witness a change, it’s my time
Yeah, I’m new to the game but y’all might
Wanna save ya whack raps, daylight saving time

I could dance homie, I don’t two-step
Y’all looking at something like a true player
A girl told me that a man that could dance
Might could possibly get down with the tool in his pants

Now all my ladies let me see you vibrate
And when it’s over you ain’t gon’ need ya
‘Cause I’m a pro, make ya bend ya back low
Then just pound it real fast just like percolator


Girl wobble it and I’ma gobble it
I see you moving your head to head bobbling
We can cradle the bed, I’m straight rocking it
The girls say my head like the head of a rocket ship

Goddamn, I’m so explicit
But I can’t help it, my flow ridiculous
Boy got a gift like it gotta be Christmas
Swag don’t miss like he gotta be gifted

The girls brought cameras and they want pictures
And they gon’ frame ’em to see dat
Led ’em to the bed while I’m sayin’ my scriptures
‘Cause I leave ya holy like ya pray in the temple

Want beat? I move with the lead of a pencil
And mine won’t miss you, goodnight kiss you
Take a band back ’cause you got pistols
And I don’t think bounty pickin’ up these issues


All the shawties in the club, let me see you just
Back it up, drop it down, let me see you just
Get low, scrub the ground, let me see you just
Push it up, push it up, let me see you just

Wobble, wobble, shake, shake it, shake it, just give it here
Wobble, wobble, just push it, push it, just give it here
Show me whatcha got, show me whatcha got, just give it here
Show me whatcha got, show me whatcha got

Ay big girl, make ’em back it up, yeah, make ’em back it up
Ay big girl, make ’em back it up, yeah, make ’em back it up
Ay big girl, make ’em back it up, yeah, make ’em back it up
Ay big girl, make ’em back it up, yeah, make ’em back it up

Wait a minute now
Wait a minute now
Wait a minute now
Wait a minute now


Read more: V.I.C. – Wobble Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

I presented the lyrics to him and he said, “These can’t be the lyrics. I don’t believe it.”

I encouraged him to locate a copy of the song itself to confirm that these indeed were the lyrics. His face held disbelief. He said, “I would never let her listen to something like this.”

I agreed and said, “I know you wouldn’t, but it seemed so innocent and fun.”

That is the problem. It is appropriate now to do and say what you choose and if you put it to a certain beat everyone would love it. We hear some music come through the radio and it breaks my heart, because the Lord wants that music created in honor of Him. He alone created all things. Music wasn’t invented for sin, it was invented for Glory. For His glory alone! When you hear your children, your loved ones singing choruses that seem harmless, dancing to things that just look like fun because everyone else is doing it, take a moment and look up what is really being placed into their conscious. What is being repeated over and over to them in the realm of their mind all day. The words that are being spoken from their tongue. Words sharper and more deadly than a two edged sword.

Psalm 94: 12-15

How blessed the man you train, God,
the woman you instruct in your Word,
Providing a circle of quiet within the clamor of evil,
while a jail is being built for the wicked.
God will never walk away from his people,
never desert his precious people.
Rest assured that justice is on its way
and every good heart put right.

Thank You Lord for creating the gift of music, help us to know exactly what is being put into our children, that we may protect their innocence. In Jesus Name!!! Amen!



Christmas Joy


You know how I loooove Christmas. The movies, the smells, the decorations, the food…oh the food, but it’s the music that does me in.

There is something in a song created to signify an important event, like our Saviors birth. When the opening chords play for O Holy Night, I am transported to that night, in awe, that He came… for me.

If there anything more beautiful than a child’s first breath, their first smile, their first giggle, it is the birth of our Savior. My favorite Christmas songs have changed over the years, from “All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth”, as a child, to silver bells as a teen, and then “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”, to “O Holy Night” now. I realize that at every stage of my life, there is a song that expresses my joy, if not at his direct birth, because of the joy of a season initially designed to celebrate Him.

Do you have a favorite Christmas song? Does yours change through seasons of your lives, or do you hold one high above all the others?

O holy night, the stars are brightly shining

 It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth 

Long lay the world in sin and error pining ‘

Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth

A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn’

Fall on your knees, O hear the angels’ voices

O night divine, O night when Christ was born

O night divine, O night, O night divine



In Your Hands

My Fav New Band…Unspoken.  I love to hear them sing. There is such anointing flowing from them.

Every good and perfect thing comes from the Lord. Ever musician is operating under a gifting from the Lord, a talent He has placed there, and then He gives us a choice to use it for Him, or the World. Many that begin singing for Him are turned to the world, if you know any young people who have a gifting, turn them towards making music for the Lord. Music that affirms and encourages them, something that allows the Lord to move in their midst.

We are working with a youth band at the church I attend, and while working with them, I seem to learn something everytime. One day I hope to post some of their music. We are teaching them that their music is a gift. Not everyone can do it, not everyone is called to it, but they must be prepared. The enemy wants to turn their head, because of what they can do if they are sold out to their Creator. Music made for the Lord can move stadiums of people into the presence with Almighty God. What they can do is bring tears into the eyes of someone who has never experienced His presence and they will NEVER be the same.

Musicians, you can do that. At the end of the day, isn’t that worth more than all the fortune and fame that the world falsely promises? Our children, our young adults have to be taught that love, relationship, freely given from a loving God is worth more than the trappings of this world. They have to see it, understand it and realize that they have a choice, and one leads to death- and the other… to walking through gates hearing, “Well done, my good and faithful servant”. I can’t wait to update you in a few months on how God is going to use this group of young people willing to sacrifice their days, and nights to practice music made for a King worthy of Praise.