Posts Tagged ‘sacrifice’

Just Walking It Out

Wednesday, November 8th, 2017

I spent hours on the phone with an old friend from seminary days today. We had a lot of catching up to do. So much has happened since our last conversation; I’ve been on a faith journey with my hubby’s unemployment and she, along with her family closed the door on a “cushy” ministry life/job in Alabama and moved to NEW YORK CITY to church plant.

Yea, I’m thinking of changing the name of my blog to The Chronicles of a Whiny Christian at this point. Who am I? What is my problem? Why can’t I be holy enough? Sacrificial enough? Willing to let THINGS go? All things. Not only stuff things. Dumb life things.

I appreciate that God is so loving to me that He lavishes me with life perspectives in all sorts of creative ways. Obviously, He knows my wormy pathetic’ness and goes above what He must have to with “normal” folks just to get my attention.

I have the flesh of a hundred humans.

I feel everything. Times a hundred. If it can be dramatized, sister has a show in store for ya. All I’ve done in this life is behave like a dang drama queen. I am the worst!

Don’t feel sorry for me (there I go again!) because I need to crash here and there to recognize my need to rest from all my chaos. Self-induced chaos at that. I’ve confessed repeatedly my tendency to pick up trouble & worry as attributes. I cannot hide that I love to fret and freak over just about every single thing.

Got an issue? Just let me know, I’ll stress over it for you.

I fired off questions to my fancy NYC friend and she answered every one of my curiosities with grace. As if, she had a choice. I’ve never been to New York, ever. All I know about the Big Apple I’ve learned from others and tv. Surely, I sound pretty lame but everything I’ve ever heard makes me feel completely intimidated. It’s also DANGEROUS there! Like, people die or get killed every day in all sorts of ways. Okay, they die here in the Indy area too. But, NEW YORK CITY!!! Come on. You know what I mean, right?

I know about those muggings!!! I watch movies!

Do you know how hard it is to buy a bedroom dresser? It’s ridiculous! In my world, if I want to purchase furniture….I do it and go get it. With my fancy vehicle (yea, they ditched their cars to serve Jesus in NYC!) I cruise on down the road (and yea, if I sit in traffic at a red light too long…I get JERKY!!!) and pick up my furniture and go home with it. That’s not quite how it gets done in NYC. She told me some of the crazy hoops they’ve had to jump through just to buy a dang dresser from IKEA.

They travel by foot and subway.

My life. Seriously.

I’m not trying to put anyone on a pedestal of faith here, she wouldn’t dare let me. I told her how impressed I was by her willingness to sacrifice so much and she mentioned all the need for Christ in NYC. Did I mention this lady is leaps and bounds ahead of me in spiritual maturity? Why WOULDN’T she give up her cushy life to serve God in bustling New York? Uhh, duh. Yea. I was thinking all that too.


After talking all morning, I got the feeling that all my troubles…the things I’ve felt so wrecked over here in my easy life are really not so gigantic afterall. I have so many simple luxuries that I take for granted. The things that I think I cannot do, I absolutely CAN DO! Nothing is so difficult, perhaps…challenging that I cannot push on through and do.

My ministry (and I do have one when I’m not succumbing to my own disasters) is to walk my walk right here where I am this very moment. Like my precious friend in NYC, she’s walking her ministry out there…doing just what God has called her and her family to do. God isn’t expecting me to do what she is doing. He’s called her to walk her road (or busy 5th Avenue, whichever) and me to mine here in Indiana. I need to stop comparing my journey with everyone else and so do you!

Just walk out your faith friend. Wherever it is God is calling you to walk.

And, something very important…. Don’t look back!

The Greatest – I LOVE YOU

Friday, March 25th, 2016

Here on earth, the only place I’ve ever known….the words “I love you” contain a significant meaning. Not everyone uses them, some never hear them and other’s sling them around like confetti. For me, I’ve been lavished with love and I’ve heard those 3 special words a million times over and yet no “I love you” means nearly as much as the one given to me through the sacrifice of my King, Jesus Christ.

In my fear, Jesus’ death reminds me that this world is not my home and I have nothing to be afraid of today or ever. I will live in heaven with Him because of what He did for me on the cross.

In my filthiness, Jesus’ death assures me that I am clean, redeemed, forgiven and loved. Nothing I’ve ever done or could do can take away what His blood spilled for my sin accomplished.

In my shame, Jesus’ death empowers me to get back up from whatever dirty blackness I try to hide behind and live victoriously in HIS GOODNESS AND FORGIVENESS.

In my weakness, Jesus’ death gives me strength to look my enemy in the eye because I’m not alone, I don’t have to fight any giants and HE IS BIGGER THAN ANY OBSTACLE I can dream up.

In my brokenness, Jesus’ death puts me back together whole. Not only whole but even better than I ever was because His power is unlike any other.

In my selfishness, Jesus’ death reminds me that I don’t have to envy or feel jealous of anyone or anything that this world has to offer. My life is overflowing with love, mercy, grace, blessings and more because He sees to it and knows exactly what I need and deserve. Every single day.

In my wickedness, Jesus’ death opens my heart to see goodness that doesn’t come naturally to me and boosts my spirit to be one that is blameless and pure. Even when my flesh cries out to be horrible and unkind, Jesus gives me perspective to be more like Him.

The greatest I LOVE YOU ever spoken was painstakingly breathed out when Jesus Christ, the Son of God….beaten, humiliated and rejected by His very people died on the Cross for you & for me.

jesus I love you

It’s Friday….but Sunday’s coming. Do you know HIM?

She Gets It

Wednesday, December 28th, 2011

My youngest child has been a little challenging to raise. She has a strong spirit and  a short fuse but she can be the sweetest most loving child I have. There have been times that I wondered if I’d get her raised with my mind still intact.  The jury is still out, she’s only 17.

It’s not easy being the baby and it’s really not easy being the mama. Children are hard work. Raising them to have manners, integrity and good sense takes an enormous toll on a parent. Especially the mama’s! We’re usually the ones who have to do the hard stuff->


It’s mom’s who go without something so their little darlin’s can have something even better.

It’s mom’s who need Botox by the time their kids are teenagers. {Think, mean mom face!}

It’s mom’s who do most of the disciplining! {Time out, To your room, You’re grounded, Spankings}

It’s mom’s who clean up the poop, puke and the weird stuff stuck to the carpet in the car.

It’s mom’s who fall into bed exhausted every night because her “to do” list is a mile long and there is no maid to pitch in and help.

It’s mom’s who have to sit in weird spots so everyone around her will be happy. {Think: the car, movies, at events, on rides}

It’s mom’s who make the best meals and make sure your favorite outfit is washed and ready to go.

It’s mom’s who fill out the forms, make the phone calls and write the checks for every important big deal.

It’s mom’s that eat less so everyone else will get all they want.

It’s mom’s who wait to replace stuff she needs because her family comes first.

It’s mom’s who end up neglecting DAD because they get their parenting management off kilter. {Sorry, Dads}


I’ll stop there. You that are mama’s know, I could go on and on. Being a parent takes a sacrificial person.  It  isn’t for the faint of heart. That’s why I’m still reeling from the text message I received from my sweet youngest child.

From: Gates
I appreciate you as a mother and a kind woman.

She’s babysitting 3 little sweeties on her Christmas break. Need I say more? 😉

Dear Lord

I’m so thankful to be a mom.  It really is the greatest job in the world.  Forgive me when I feel frustrated or tired.  I know it’s only a matter of time and they’ll all be grown.  Remind me, that I’m raising someone’s spouse & parent when I want to give up.