Can I say,”It’s full Enough!”?

Years ago, six to be exact, Archie and I had a discussion that was so convicting it hit my Facebook page. It was one of those things that you write, get it off your chest and then you move on. Facebook however, doesn’t let those things die. “Your Memories“ pop up on a consistent basis. Often when I’d write something I would tag my kiddo in it. She now has this ability to catch the memories I’m blind to and draw attention to them.

This week was another set of memories I ignored and then I got a notification. Taylor shared my post. “What post?“ As I hadn’t posted anything for a few days. The post that she shared was me talking about tools and where God uses the difficulties in life. I gave examples, some of which were mine, others were struggles that I knew other people were dealing with. The difficulty with revisiting this post was that I had acquired another tool I had mentioned that wasn’t mine at the time. The tool was being a widow.

With that being said and the uncertainty of the future, a lump in my throat appeared. Another tool I mentioned was diabetes and my mom was diabetic. Now I’m wondering…?

When I look at this post, in my mind I picture a toolbox, red metal with a lot of the paint knocked off. There is rust in the corners and the latch is fastened but has no lock. I keep this mental toolbox beside my purse or in my car. I need to have it readily available and as a bonus I don’t have to worry about trying to keep another key straight (I have been accused of carrying a set of janitor’s keys).

As I mentally look at the toolbox, my first thought was, “That toolbox is full. I don’t want any more tools.” Though that sounds super selfish, and it probably is, but I’m just being honest. It’s the
guise of the “full plate. ” You know, when there are so many trials, you talk to God and you say, “My plate is full I can’t take anymore!” Instead, often it feels like God grabs you another, for “seconds.”

The crazy thing is, I have used each and everyone of those tools. Someone has had a need, and when I asked Heavenly Dad how I could possibly help, He lovingly reached into that battered toolbox, handing me the right tool at the right time to help. In that respect I can’t say, “enough tools!”. When I remember whose hand went in I realize, it’s not my toolbox…it’s His.

Here’s the memory:

Thoughts for today….
Yesterday Taylor Cook and I were discussing why negative things/physical aliments either happen or why God doesn’t heal everyone who asks.
Today @ lunch while chatting w/Arch the subject came up again. These were some of our thoughts…what are yours?

What if God came to you, like actually came to your door, and said He had something extremely important to talk about with you. He said there is this tool He has to reach those that are hurting, feel betrayed, are lost, or are hopeless. He shares His intense desire to comfort and give peace but He needs you.

Wow! God needs me! What could I possibly have that God could use? Why did He come to MY door? What could possibly make me that special?

God continues: He explains, this tool is vital to His work. People are hurting and He wants to comfort and encourage them with the use of this tool. You can see the pain in His face when He speaks of the discomfort in the world, but His brow softens and His face is peaceful as He shares the hope and reassurance the world is about to experience with your help and reliance on Him.

My heart palpitates! Help others in need? Give hope?!!!! Me?

He warns that there will be pain and sacrifice on my part. Change that….GREAT pain and sacrifice.

….what would you say?

The truth is the tool is unique to each one of use, what is yours?
Is your tool cancer? Can you relate to an unbeliever in a way that someone not going through it just couldn’t understand?

Is your tool sympathy? Have you grieved the loss of a child…a parent…a spouse…best friend? Can you cry with someone because you genuinely feel their pain?

Is your tool diabetes? Can you give encouragement to those that are just beginning this journey and express that God loves them just they way they are. Can you explain, with empathy, God has created them for a purpose and this disease is not a punishment, it’s a purpose?

Is your tool depression? WHAT? That CANNOT be a tool I yell…ever so reverently, of course…. . Yes, He explains. Can you teach and model complete dependency…moment, by moment, by sometimes agonizing moment, on Him? Can you can give the weight of the world to God and trust that He is big enough to carry it, even if that means giving it to Him over and over and over again?

Sometimes I feel so helpless in a world full of pain and suffering. Sometimes I feel sorry for myself because of my shortcomings and physical limitations.

What if….what if I took the focus off of me…? What if I looked for someone else who is at the beginning of a difficult journey that I just finished? What if I got up enough nerve to seek out someone who successfully completed a journey that has stopped me dead in my tracks.

What is my tool?

Until next time: Blessings!

Love and the Innocence of a Grandchild

1 Corinthians 13:11 “When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.”

Tick, tick, tick, the kitchen gear clock mumbles. The rest of the house is silent except for sleeping Dash’s heavy breathing. I walk around the house shutting off lights as Eric pulls out of the driveway for work. A few scattered dishes left to do from breakfast and preparing lunch to-go and soon I will be joining the commuting community.

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What I Think I Know…?

“For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.” 1 Corinthians 13:9-10

Hmmmmm, clink, clink, hmmmmm, the dryer hums as it goes about it’s bi-daily task. The pitter patter of little fury paws following me echoes through the kitchen but screech to a halt as I make my way down the two stairs to the laundry room. Stairs for elderly pups have to be weighed carefully: “How much attention am I really going to get if I follow her down the stairs?” Smart bet, not a lot, if I’m doing laundry.

At the top of the stairs they stand, tails wagging uncontrollably, anxiously waiting for me to finish. When the chore is complete they do their cutesy mini-dachshund happy dance, 11 pounds each, busting a move. I laugh as I reach over and scratch their backs and their tummy’s hit the floor.

This morning I noticed Max’s raven cheeks are getting a snow-kissed glow thanks to father time’s aging fur color. My fury baby boy isn’t a baby any more and his once bright eyes now appear dimmer due to a milky haze. This reminds me that his cataracts are part of the stair equation and that makes me extra grateful for his energy level.

After a few guilty looks, I relent. Into the living room for a little mother furry sons cuddle time. Dash bounds up onto the sofa with little effort, but usually has to catch his breath after. The attack last year affected his lungs but forgot to tell his brain the limitations. Then Max, oh, sweet Max. The sofa is what cued us in to his need for a restricted diet. After several up to the plates, with his jumping ending in head slams, it was time to lighten his load. A month or two later he wound up, jumped and onto the couch he happily descended. He was happy and I was happy as it made my guilt for limiting his intake purposeful.

I was reading over the two verses today, and wasn’t sure what Heavenly Dad was talking to me about. When that happens I tend to get up and walk around, just kind of pondering on the truth that He is trying to reveal. I’m thick skulled. It was during my rounds, that my boys created this memory for me. Every moment…is a memory.

“I know impart” is chalked full of truth. I remember the answers I thought I had when I was a teenager, 20s, 30s, and even early 40s. I understand now I could never see the full picture. I viewed everything from the lens of life experience, which was limited at the time, and information found in books, magazines, and the internet.

“We prophesy in part:” I have learned prophesying is speaking what you know is going happen in the future. Without a shadow of a doubt I can say, “It is going to rain,” because it will—someday. Though I believe God gives some people the gift to say much more important and prophetic things, I’m just using rain as an easy example. The “in part” reminds me that future facts don’t always mean a full picture.

The rest of this passage, “but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away,” is the reassurance of when Jesus returns. He is the only “Perfect,” and at that time I will fully understand EVERYTHING!

I have this imaginary, “Box of questions to ask God,” someday. The box continues to get fuller but I try not to open or dwell on the contents of that box. ”Do I trust Him or don’t I?” rings through my head each time I have my hands on the lid to revisit a pain (and sometimes I fail).

This verse reminds me that “ but when the perfect comes,”every thing I need to know, will be revealed.

Next time I’m hoping Heavenly Dad and I talk about being a Grandma!!! So until then: Blessings!

Did I Smile?

“Three things will last forever – faith, hope, and love – and the greatest of these is love.“ 1 Corinthians 13:13

An afternoon out of state, alone, with no agenda. What? When does that ever happen? What to do? That’s easy: Heavenly Dad/daughter date! Computer-check. Phone-check. Tablet and pen-check. Earphones-check. Thermal mug-check. Snacks-check, check.

Rrrrrrrrrrr, rrrrrrrrrrrr, the sound of chairs being pushed or pulled echo across the coffee shop. The smell of a fresh brew wafts as I scan for electrical outlets, but come up empty. How can that be? I order my coffee then make a lap. One outlet for 24+ tables! HOW does that work? The tables on either side of the precious outlet were occupied but only one plug was in use. My heart raced as I finagled a plan to snag the last treasured source of available power.

Sweet! The table directly across the isle way was available. What to do, what to do?!? I plug in and place a chair over the tripping hazard. Instead of the expected reprimand, a smile and a “good idea” are dispatched by the possible outlet occupants. Whew!

By the time I transferred my steaming deliciousness to my thermal mug and unpacked my gear, one of the tables became available. “YES!” The other occupant smiled as I made the tedious transfer, for the sake of safety .

Chris Tomlin serenades as I open my Bible app. Suddenly, I realize I’m missing the moment. There will never be a moment in time where the exact line of anticipating customers will be shared. I look at the young couple, his over-sized baseball shirt and she with the uncombed bleached then dyed neon red hair cascading down to the middle of her back. They stand next to the forty something couple. She’s scratching an inch through the precision cut snag in her jeans as her salt and pepper hubby, with the casual stone washed jeans, leans in to hear her low tone. Behind is a stroller and dad with two teenage daughters, both on their cell phones. I glance back at my apparatus. The line continues to fluctuate. A three-some of ladies, a single gentleman, a mom with a preschooler, one elementary and a middle schooler chatter with the grand and great-grandmother.

Next the tall teen with the double french braids, plaid shirt and her younger sis, in the fall rain jacket, speak without making eye contact. Behind, the chic twenty something in her leggings, ankle boots and large plaid print mid-thigh winter coat and sunglasses atop her heard speaks up to her other half. He is sporting a ball cap, fitted fitness jacket, jeans and brown leather loafers.

The Harley dad with the ponytail and 4 year old walk up to the counter with the group of three, one gentleman and two ladies. They ditch him quickly to order so they can munch on their snacks, already in hand. I smile wondering what their conversations consist of. The restaurant fills up, then empties out. People are coming and going. They are looking but not seeing each other. Time to write.

I prepare my heart. Chris Tomlin’s Sovereign, LIVE from Red Rock is typed into my search and the tears well with,”We lift the cross. That’s the whole reason we are hear tonight. We all come with different stories. Some come on the best of days, some of us come in on the hardest of days…” The disappearing crowd resonates in my mind.

This could have been one of the hardest of days for one or more of the crowd. Was it someone with whom I made eye contact? Did I give them a smile? My mind processes the gift of this afternoon.

Many times I was the one in the line on “hardest of days,” the coffee to take my mind off the loosing battle of tears from grief. It was a smile from a stranger that challenged me to dig and find a smile to return the favor. It was a precious gift that cost nothing. Tears well, as they often do, when Heavenly Dad graciously reminds me of our journey.

“Dad?”

I Corinthians 13:8 ” Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away.” Peel away all of the layers of what the world, scholars, even what some Biblical scholars say that have head knowledge but lack heart knowledge and the only “thing” left is…love: the smile, touch on the hand or shoulder, generous but secret gift, the call, email, or letter, the time given… . That’s all that’s left. That’s enough. We all have it to give and Heavenly Dad replenishes our reservoir moment by moment, if we ask and allow. What I receive I am challenged to give.

My 6 hours alone with Heavenly Dad went by so fast and not a moment was wasted. He reminded me of what was, what is and what could be.

Until next time dearest of friends: Blessings!

“…is Love.” But…

“Three things will last forever – faith, hope, and love – and the greatest of these is love.“ 1 Corinthians 13:13

Forever is a long, long time.

Last week was Valentine’s Day with me taking out the scales for love:me verses 1 Corinthians 13, the love chapter. Let’s just say my side of the scale was more than a little light comparing my effort to the reality of love God’s way. I got as far as five versus and then had to stop. I needed to bone up a bit on what I had.

One week later, I have my wooden spoon to bite on, and I am ready to face the scale again. Taking a deep breath, I mentally say,” Bring it on!”

Verse 6: “it(love) does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices when ever the truth wins out.” I think this one has to do, for me, with individuals who have done me wrong. When I see bad things befall them that they didn’t deserve or earn, I have a choice to feel happy because they finally know how I feel, or I can follow the Bible and grieve with those that grieve. I need to stop focusing on myself and focus on what that individual needs, through God’s eyes.

Injustices are never right, even if they happen to people that have wronged others. These are not a matter for me to judge. God will set their scales in balance for their sins, just like He will for mine. My job is to love in spite of who they are and what they have done—easier said than done.

Verse 7: “ Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always helpful, and endures through every circumstance.“ I could totally take the easy way out of the first part, “love never gives up,“ as that is the definition of a parent with a child. It does not matter what my child does, I will always love her.

I’ve never understood how that could be but it doesn’t translate into marriage… . I am the kid of a divorce, so I’ve lived in it. Marriage is hard, sometimes ugly. Words in marriage are not always sweet, hopeful, or even close to encouraging, putting it mildly. I just don’t understand how we can choose to love our children over, and over when they know how to push our buttons, break our hearts, use and abuse and there is no question that our love is forever.

Why doesn’t that kind of unconditional love translate into marriage? Shouldn’t Parenting be the extension of the love of the marriage instead of the other way around? Eh, another question for my,”Questions to ask God when I get to heaven,” box—it gets fuller all the time!

I do want to clarify, this thought does not pertain to parents who abuse their children or abuse in marriage. That’s a completely different topic. I wouldn’t give Tylenol to a cancer patient for pain any more than using one verse to stop or justify abuse.

Verse 8:? Wait! I think those last two are enough for a bit. Since we are dealing with “Forever” another week is just a drop in the ocean of time.

My prayers continue! Until we meet again dear friends: Blessings!

“and the Greatest of These…”

“Three things will last forever – faith, hope, and love – and the greatest of these is love.“ 1 Corinthians 13:13

Happy Valentine’s Day to my blog family :-).

I have been talking about Eric and me trying to figure out what true love looks like, to us. I can’t tell you that what we find is going to be right for you or anyone else. We all have different love languages, the way we want/need to be loved and express our love, so there can’t be only one “Look” for love.

I can tell you that Archie and my love looked very different than Eric and mine. I can’t and won’t compare because Archie and Eric are complete opposite’s. It would definitely be like comparing apples to oranges.

I hear a lot of people complaining about ways that they are NOT shown love by the one or ones they need to feel it from the most. I wish I could change that, as I know how that feels. What I can do is share with you some absolutes.

1 Corinthians 13 is my outline and the only list I can honestly compare my efforts of expressing love. Today I decided it’s time. I need to pull it out and see how I’m measuring up.

Verse one, “If I could speak all the tongues of earth and of all angels, but didn’t love, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging symbol.“ I used to travel a lot, and speak to/with a lot of people. Though it would be cool to know other languages, what I am hearing from HD is that I need to be observant. I need to honor those with whom I speak or as Dani Johnson explains it: speak to an emerald as an emerald, a sapphire as a sapphire, a pearl as a pearl, and a ruby as a ruby. Talk and express myself in a way to make others feel comfortable and at ease: My self- check right now,”and of all angels,” is reminding me that the words that come out of my mouth, if not sincere when doing that, mean nothing.

Verse two,” If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possess all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing.“ This one, to me, is really focusing on my head knowledge: scriptures I know or have memorized verses the way I love other people. It doesn’t matter what’s in my head, people are not going to see or feel that. They may hear it but if they’re needing bread and I’m quoting scripture, that’s not going to quiet their tummies. They’re not going to hear the words I say because they’re focusing on the growling of their stomach. I need to meet physical needs not just say words. Am I showing or making scripture come to life? Am I being Jesus with skin on?

Verse 3,”If I gave everything I had to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it, but if I didn’t love others, I would have gained nothing.” This one gets a little sticky. This is a reminder that what I do for the Lord needs to be done in secret, meaning He gets the glory and I’m not glorified.

The church of Siloam did a great job with this one. Those individuals showed up at my house time after time, with no parade or “shout outs” for what they had “done for the widow.” One of the guys, Rod, Grace’s husband, was a regular at the cat house. Saying very few words, he would set to work, in the freezing temperatures of February and there was no heat. He never posted on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or anywhere else for that matter. It was done in secret, giving Heavenly Dad all the glory. They are my measuring stick for that verse.

Verse 4 stops telling me what love IS NOT, but what it actually is. “ Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud.” This is the one I struggle with, to be honest. Patience and kindness sound easy but you can only be patient when you have to wait. You have to be kind even when someone’s mean, not just when there’s a cute kitten or puppy in the room and I have,”awwwwww” feelings.

Expectations was and is one of my biggest battles this year. This may be a life long struggle as I need to recognize this fault in myself as situations arise.

I sometimes feel like people aren’t kind, generous, loving—whatever—ENOUGH and that frustrates me. I’ve had to embrace the fact that it’s my expectations that are in the wrong. People need to love the way God leads them to. If they truly aren’t showing love, then it’s up to God to tell them, not me.

I just listened to an amazing sermon that was posted by my brother-in-law, Nate. From Elevation church, the pastor said I need to tend and grow MY OWN fruit instead of trying to make other people grow theirs. That’s God’s job. I need to focus on where He has planted me and let Him have the freedom to move them to where the sun shines the best for them. This is a hard lesson that I will be chewing on for a while.

Verse 5,”or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wrong.“ That one I feel like an utter failure. I think it’s hilarious that it starts out with “or rude.“ I don’t think I’m a rude person on a regular basis, but when I get my feathers ruffled, I can play the holier than thou or, “I can’t believe you just did that to me” card with the best of them.

The “demand its own way” has been a revelation for me this year. In previous relationships there’s always been expectations across-the-board about what we would DO for each other. This year all of that went out the window. I can’t expect someone to do or be something if that’s not who God created them to be. Sometimes I have to be myself, do for them and plan for me. When they show up, I hand the reins over, they give and are 100% of themselves, and I count my blessings. Some people aren’t givers, and don’t even think about it. It’s not a character flaw, it’s a God design. If I make a plan, we’re all happy with it, and they smile and join in, I’ve learned to love the memories that I make during those events. It was again my demands aka expectations that were the problem.

The last part of that verse I absolutely adore, though it is tougher than tough. When someone does hurt me, and I’ve been cut to the core, I have been commanded to forgive, 70×7 times for each offense. I’m going to be very honest here. I admit that sometimes I say “I forgive you“ but don’t feel like I forgiven them. I have to recognize that feelings come and go and my Heavenly Father commanded…it’s not a choice… me to forgive. I will say the words and trust that the feelings will follow. That also means that I do not have the right to bring it up again. There’s no reliving or rehashing the past offense because it supposed to have been thrown into the sea of forgetfulness. If I am following my Father’s footsteps, the sin or wrong has been removed from them and me as far as the east is from the west. Another measuring stick… .

Ye-ow-zers, that’s a lot to chew on. I’m going to pray and work on these on this Day-of-Valentine, and come back for the rest.

Praying for you! Until next time: blessings!


People or No People? That is the Question

 Hebrews 10:24-25 “And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, 25 not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.“

I’m tired! When I saw this verse, if I were a a cat I could safely say my fur stood up on end. Seriously? Aren’t you tired too? I know they say we’re supposed to get 7 to 9 hours of sleep, but how many people really do that? Our average is probably 6 1/2 and that’s if we are lucky. Saturdays lately are either catch up, travel, or normal business as that’s our one day off. Sunday, which is supposed to be our day of rest, ends up to be running to church, to pick up whatever we forgot during the week, and then small groups.

As you can tell, our day of rest has been put on the back burner once again. How did we get here? One “urgent“ matter after another. When we were trying to figure out what to cut out, Sunday night seemed like our only valid opening, but that was small groups. We examined: do we look for another night for small groups? That means we’d have to switch groups and we didn’t want to do that. What do we do?

Let’s hit the pause button: Little things have come up in our lives, or in the lives of our group, challenges or things heavy on their hearts. We have a group text of about 6 to 8 people and when they have concerns they just pop in “Hey, can you pray for me for…“. Everyone rallies around. There’s been some awesome answers to prayer like Eric‘s job. Sometimes there’s just support and someone else to check in so that we feel like we’re not alone. Honestly, though, it’s more than that.

Yesterday I heard about a lady who was desperately looking for a personal relationship. She wanted to be accepted and loved. Someone did show up, but it wasn’t anything close to what she had in mind. In this decision to pursue this relationship she made the choice to turn away from what she believed (spiritually), all of her family, her friends, and everyone associated. My heart hurts for her and everyone that misses her so dearly.

I was comparing her situation to when I was a widow. I felt Very alone. When I would connect individually, often the questions were directed to/at me. One secret of a relationship is if you don’t share some of yourself, the other person feels interrogated. I had a couple of those relationships. I think they were curious about the widow’s life.

Of course, then there’s the miracle in my story, with the church of Siloam and amazing Grace who walked into my life. When I think about this lady’s story in comparison I see how my story could’ve ended much differently-not that it’s over, LOL.

Time to hit the play button: when considering where we cut out time, I look at the people around us. If the people from Siloam and Grace would have focused on how tired they were, they would never have had time for me.

Hebrews 10:24-25 “And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, 25 not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.“

Those people, especially Grace, encouraged and challenged me. Grace still does when we get together for coffee. If it weren’t for them I truly believe I wouldn’t be on the other side of healing. I would never have felt the joy in my daughter’s wedding. I would be grieving and not be able to fully feel the blessing of my granddaughter yet to be. I was and am capable of loving Eric.

With them as an example, I realize that my time of needing people to fill my cup is over. It’s time to be there to pour into someone else. I can’t do that if I am cutting the “people“ and getting together, out of my life.

Back to the drawing board, but this time with an attitude of gratitude ❤️.

Until next time: Blessings!

Get the Hell Out

“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.”
Ephesians‬ ‭6:12‬ ‭

Eric and I have been through a living hell and back in this world. Coming clean, we allowed it. You could almost say we pre-planned, bought the tickets, paid for them in person, packed our bags, and sought out the Destination.Would you like the synopsis?

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I Can’t Do This!

Romans 8:26 “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.”

As Eric and I have been working towards learning God’s love, this phrase, “I can’t do this,“ has come up many times. Have you ever said that? Sometimes it’s over big things, sometimes over small things. Sometimes it’s said when small things seem big at the time. Do you know what I mean?

That’s the absolute best place to be. If WE can’t do something then we are finally out of God’s way so He can do “His thing:” Bring peace, clarity and love. We stop trying to run our own lives with our own strength, abilities, strategy, wit and whatever other selfish tools we think we have that are better than what God has it in His toolbox.

I laugh when I stop and evaluate my reality: I am a mere apprentice to the Master Craftsman who made heaven and earth. Is it possible for me to carve the perfect “project,” we call life, when I’m just being introduced to what tools I have at my fingertips?

The tools seem heavy and awkward. I whittle away, scraping at the wood but for all of my efforts, a shapeless form sits on my workbench. I sigh and am irritated. The harder I work, the more tired and frustrated I become.

Finally, when I throw up my hands and yell (I’m reeeeally over myself at this point), ”I CAN’T DO THIS!” The Master appears by my side. Sometimes He has a new tool to teach me, other times He takes the tool I have in my hand and teaches me how to use it properly, effectively, and often the surrendered results are immediate.

One thing I have noticed on a consistent basis is that in order to gain fine detail, the Master often has to cut very deep. This removes areas I thought were necessary and important. Since He is the Master, I hold my breath, bite my lip, watch and learn. I have to trust because if I stop him as He is plunging that tool into that misshapen form, beauty will not emerge. The form will be muddled, ugly, and wounded. I have to let him finish what He starts and trust it’s going to be perfect in the end. I know it will be.

Our next step towards love was and is the confession that we have no idea what we are doing. We agree that the only way to the masterpiece our Heavenly Father(Jesus) has in mind for us, is close and constant communication with Him. The problem is, with this relationship thing, it’s a fresh block of wood! We’re supposed to be creating a masterpiece together. The Master has given us the picture of the end result but we both have started carving in different areas. We have gouged and maimed the piece and tried to tell each other how they other should be holding their tool.

I am ashamed when I think of the Master waiting in the shadows watching this display. The entire time He was whispering, “Just ask… Just ask me. I have the answer.” Tears trickled down His face as His children were placing their egos and self-centeredness, not only before each other, but more pointedly, Him. We dishonored our Father.

Long story short – – too late, we raised our hands and said,”We can’t do this!”


Guess who showed up?

What do you do when the Master of all is standing by your side and you’re looking at the mess you created together? How do you even know what the first question should be? Where do we even start? Thankfully, we didn’t wait long.

Romans 8:26 “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.”

Heartfelt supports the Dani Johnson training and allows opportunities to dig in together, along with our spouses. Dani shares what she has learned FROM FAILING. It’s hard not to listen when she still has to deal with the natural consequences from mistakes made a quarter of a century ago.

What she learned living through that(a failed suicide attempt) was who God is. He has the answers to all of the messes we create. She also reminds us that we can’t fix or preach at anyone else. The only person we have the power to work on is ourselves. When we put Jesus as King of kings and Lord of lords back on His throne and we get off, He will double, triple, ultimately multiply whatever pathetic effort we have put it.

With that being said, literally, this is day 2 of us hitting the Restart button and returning Him to the throne of our lives. Don’t get me wrong, the really rough patches, thankfully, were a long time ago and He has healed and restored 10 times over where we were. But we both know this life could be a whole heck of a lot better! The best is yet to come 🙂

Welcome to our journey. Until next time: blessings!