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Little by Little, Let it Grow

Do you have a dream?
Perhaps just a hope for something?

The Bible has something to say about that:

“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life.”
– Proverbs 13:12 NLT

It’s the waiting, the doubting, and the putting it off, that slowly kills the hope.

If you know your dream is a God-placed dream, start it- even if it is little by little.

It may feel like a “great big” dream and you may know that is going to take a long time to be fulfilled, but consider this:

The largest tree you can think of also grew little by little.

So don’t let the naysayers chop down your dream.

Let it grow.


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Oh, Praise…

We are told to train our kids with it.
“When they do well, praise them.”
“When they try hard, praise them.”


And then there is that little “like” button,
Looming under every word we post,
The chance to receive praise.

It is nice to know someone likes what you said. It is nice to receive that little touch of praise.

But what happens when there is no apparent praise?

What happens when you know full well that all the work you are doing will not be seen nor praised by men? Do you still give it your all?

What happens when you truly don’t know if anyone will “like” the words on your heart? Do you post them anyway?

Is God seeing enough?
Is God praising enough?
Is God knowing you and “liking” you enough?

Is He really enough?

He is.

So work hard, even if no one is watching. Post those words He places on your heart, even if you are not sure if anyone will “like” them.

And listen closely.

You just may hear his praise.

Luke 19:17
“‘Well done!’ the king exclaimed. ‘You are a good servant. You have been faithful with the little I entrusted to you…


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Save Some for Later


Our four year-old is panting and jerking, left to right, left to right, left to right, over and over and over again in her car seat.

I ask her, “What is wrong? Do you need to pee?”

She answers, “Yes.” (Big breath… Left…Big breath…Right…)

Her daddy, who is driving, hears her and tells her, “Can you hold it?”

“Yes.” (Big breath… Left…Big breath…Right…)

Daddy tells her, “You need to hold still.”

She stops the rocking and let’s out a big breath, “Ahhhh.”

I fear she just peed her pants but she then says with her tiny little voice,

“Yes, be still… Steady…”

(Did she just say steady? I bust out laughing, I am tearing up.)

She sits still as if there were no pressing urges for the rest of the drive.

We make it in the driveway. Daddy parks the car. She unbuckles. Stands up, but is stuck behind daddy’s guitar and her little brother’s carseat.

She doesn’t wiggle or jerk or say a word and then,

“I need new underwear mom.”

“What? You peed your pants?”


I tell her to head to the bathroom.

Meeting her in there, I notice that her pants and underwear are obviously peed but not nearly as much as I had expected them to be.

I ask her, “Do you need to pee some more? Sit on the potty and try.”

She then sits on the potty and let’s out a LOT of pee. She looks at me with a big smile, and big shiny eyes and tells me, “It’s always good to save some for later!”

And in this I consider all the things welling up inside of me.

Thoughts and memories, so many words I desire to pour out on a page.

But perhaps, I shall just wait, sit still, be steady, pour out a few, and save some for later ;).


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Good Morning!

Good morning friend! I want to challenge you today to really seek God. Ask him to reveal new things to your spirit as you go about your day. Pay attention to the situations and things around you. Listen closely for his voice and the great lessons in even the smallest matters. Make a note of what he reveals.

Praying for you. May you have a day filled with the awareness of your God who is always, always with you.


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Why I Write

I have been thinking about my writing…

I cannot make others read or enjoy what I write, just as I cannot make my own children enjoy the food I put on our table. (Blame it on their taste buds. No way could it be my cooking.)

When my children refuse what I prepare, or when my husband does not make it home in time to join our meal, I do not feel like I have failed as a mom or a wife. In fact, quite the opposite, I feel I have been faithful in doing my part. I prepared and shared the best meal I could with those who I love. If they did not like it, or never showed up to eat it, it does not change the fact that I prepared it and shared it out of love.

I could easily serve only me and sneak off and consume my meals in secret. (Not that I am not known to do that as well… After all, when you have five little ones, one Reese’s peanut butter cup can only go so far.) Point is this: When I share, I share out of love.

And so it is with what I write. You may not have a taste for everything I write. You may not even be around when I am serving it. But know the reason it is out here “on the table” is because I love you enough to share what I know to be good. I hope you enjoy what I share and know I share it with you out of love.

And though I post a lot, believe me, I am not sharing everything with you. Especially not my Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. I don’t want to over-feed you after all…


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Being Real

When I started blogging I debated about “how real” I wanted to get and how much of my life I wanted to reveal. In the end, I decided that no matter what I wrote I was going to write with one purpose… to encourage.

I am not perfect. My kids are not perfect. My husband is not perfect. Our family and our life are far from it. But the one thing that I am determined to be is a woman who chooses to see hope and to speak encouragement to others.

Do I mess up? Absolutely. Do I say things I regret? Yes. Do I act out in ways that I shouldn’t? Every day. I mess up. I pray. I try again. I stumble. I fall short. But I don’t give up. I refuse to give in to self-pity and hopelessness. I refuse to be overwhelmed by circumstances. Yes, I may fall, but I refuse to stay down. I may not get it right today, but I am going to try it again tomorrow. Why? Because I have children who are watching every move I make.

I have children who hear me talk about the Lord and read them the Bible, and hear thank the Lord throughout the day. I have children who see me singing worship songs to the Lord and on occasion see me dance for Him. They see me write about the Lord and hear me talk about Him on the phone. All this sounds like your poster for the Christian mom, right? But here is the side to the “Christian mom” that often only my children see…

They see me get angry when things don’t go my way. They hear me yell. They see me overwhelmed and frustrated, discouraged and down. They see me cry and hear me pour out my heart. They see me stumble and they watch me fall. And you know what? I am convinced that they need to. I am convinced that our children need to see me stumble and watch me fall. It is when I fall that by watching me, they can learn how I get back up.

In fact, the greatest way to teach a child is by example. If I want our children to apologize when they act out, I must apologize when I act out. If we want them to make a conscious choice to change a bad attitude, I must make a conscious choice to change my own bad attitude- and letting them know I am doing so. If I want them to turn to the Lord during the hard times, then that is where they must see me turn when I am having a hard time.

They need to see the tears. They need to hear the prayers. They need to know what it looks like to “do” things right and know what it looks like to “make” things right.

I thank God, my Heavenly Father, for His Word and for sending Jesus to show me how to do and make things right. I thank God that He has placed His Spirit in my heart, empowering me and leading me to overcome my own failures. I thank God, that through the process of parenting, He has taught me more about His love for me and my purpose than I could have ever known, including the importance of leading by example.

I pray that as I continue this blog, my transparency in my own failures will comfort other moms and dads out there like me, who need encouragement and reassurance in their own failures. We are not perfect and we do not need to be ashamed to say so. We don’t have to be afraid of being real. Through moments of weakness, our strength is revealed and God can work all our imperfections according to His perfect plans if we allow Him to. Will you? That is what matters most.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” -Jeremiah 29:11


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Pursuing Perfection

I can remember two years ago when I first volunteered to write the “What Matters Most” articles for a local magazine. I enjoyed writing and reflecting on our family and my faith so I was thrilled at the opportunity to write for the section, though I did not really knowing exactly how or what I would write about. I debated about how much of my life I wanted to reveal. I prayed about an overall vision for the articles. In the end, I decided that no matter what I wrote, I was going to write with one purpose, to encourage. I pray that my articles have done just that.

Every so often, choosing a topic to write about for another edition is tough. I find myself writing way too much or not nearly enough to fill the space. Sometimes I find it hard to write anything at all. Four to five paragraphs turn into four or five hours. That was me, struggling to write what you are now reading. And as I sat there, fighting feelings of frustration over my inability to produce the perfect article in the perfect amount of time, I was reminded of this simple truth: I am not perfect.

Though I write articles on marriage, family, faith, and life, my marriage, my family, my faith and my life are not perfect. I mess up. I say things I regret. I act out in ways that I shouldn’t. I doubt. And when I look at Christ’s perfect example of loving God, loving others and living a sinless life, I realize just how far from perfect I truly am.

And if that isn’t enough to cause some sense of failure, I could convert to comparing myself to all the seemingly successful women around me. I could confirm that I fall short of Pinterest perfection and that I fail to live every moment in a way that I would be proud to post on Facebook. Still, all this has not stopped me from sharing and it has not stopped me from striving for perfection. It has simply caused me to reconsider my idea of pursuing perfection.

I don’t need to desire to be the perfect Pinterest mother. I don’t have to strive to be the best blogger, or contemplate on how I can become more likeable on Facebook. I don’t need to compare myself against other wives or Christian writers and desire to be like them. I don’t need to desire to write the perfect article in the perfect amount of time. All I need to desire is Jesus. Pursuing Him is the only pursuit for perfection I need. When I pursue Him, I reach the place of perfect peace.

If you are struggling with your imperfections, take heart. You don’t need to be perfect. Pursue a relationship with Jesus Christ. You will find that even your imperfections are part of his perfect plan.


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