When you look at the balance of nature and begin to examine how intricately its design, you can’t help but see the miracle of God’s creation. At least, I can’t. It’s amazing how plants are designed to compliment one another, how animals enhance the soil, and the healing properties found in herbs. I only have to step outside and study nature to see God’s hand at work.
This past weekend I was stuck inside going over all of our paperwork for taxes. Now that I have a business, there is much more preparation involved. After three hours, my head was pounding. I stepped outside for a break. Within in minutes of watching the bees flit about my blooming heather bush, my headache was cured. The realization that I don’t take a break from my work to admire God’s handiwork nearly enough broke over me.
We had a good wind storm whip through our area on Saturday night. The forecast predicted gusts up to 60 miles per hour. When it hit, I could hear the gust travel down our stove pipe into our wood stove. The tin on our covered porch rattled and the wind chime bashed against the post, all sweet chimes lost in the roar.
Immediately, I filled our coffee pot, tea kettle, and three Mason jars full of water. We have our own well, so when the power goes out, so does our water. I powered down the computer and unplugged it from the wall (I’m never sure I trust those power surge bars).
Then I settled down in my chair with a book. As I read, the rattle of the wind against the windows had me saying a thankful prayer for a sturdy home, a source of heat that doesn’t rely on electricity, and a God who cares about my protection. Continue reading
Last weekend I went on a horseback ride with two close friends of mine. This might not seem like much to you, but it was a big deal to me for many reasons.
One, it’s been a long time since I’ve done things with any of my friends. We send text messages every now and then, but with work, kids, and life, we rarely even speak on the phone, let alone get together in person. Do you relate to this one?
I used to think this verse was just a metaphor.
I’ve certainly never seen a mountain move and I’m surrounded by them on all sides. See that picture above, it was taken from my front yard this weekend. And I’ve never seen it move, no matter how little or how big my faith.
But I’ve learned our lives are full of mountains. Mountains can be many things, sometimes they’re addiction, unsaved loved ones, scars, fresh wounds, miscarriages, infertility, broken relationships, or pride, just to name a few. Continue reading
We just got back from a trip to the big city of Seattle. I had the privilege to teach two courses at the Northwest Christian Writers Tech Conference, so we made it into a mini one night family vacation. I have to tell you, this country mouse feels so out of place in the city.
To give you perspective, my home town’s population was 109 at the last census. Yep, we’re tiny. I know my way by landmarks such as mountains, back country roads, this creek or that slough. In fact, when we purchased our property, the banker tried to use their GPS to find us and it wouldn’t work, we weren’t loaded into the system.
When I’m in the city, I not only feel out of place, but I’m on edge in the crowds, not sure how to read the dangers as you would in the country. I know God is with me, but I always let out a sigh of relief when I get back to our little one lane highway.
I don’t know about you, but I have a habit of comparing myself to others. I know I shouldn’t. I try not to. But more often than I’d like, I fall into the comparison trap.
I look at someone who seems to never worry about money and wish my life was that easy. I see a mom who gets to stay at home with her children all the time and envy creeps into my heart. I see an author who signed yet another contract and I want to stomp my foot and say, “When is it my turn, God?”
I look at other writes and see how much they’re putting out, and I start to worry I’m not doing enough. I look at some of the trips or activities other people do with their kids, and I wonder if I’m giving my kids the best childhood I can. Continue reading
It’s kind of late for New Year’s Resolutions, and I typically don’t make one anyways. I have resolutions all year long. But being a wordsmith, I’ve always like the idea of choosing a word for the year.
I hadn’t chosen one for this year. Quite a few floated around in my mind, but none I really felt convicted upon.
This weekend, Continue reading
This past weekend I went rock climbing. It made my pulse pound. When I came down from my first climb on the belay system, I couldn’t remember the last time I’ve felt so alive. Intense. Amazing. A little bit scary.
I should probably clarify here, it was an indoor rock climbing facility. I can only imagine what it must be like out in the wild. I’d never been rock climbing, but I’m kind of athletic, even though I’m clumsy. Can you be a clumsy athlete? Must be, cuz that’s the way I roll…er climb.
I’m more of an alternative athlete. Continue reading
I had planned a different song and post to share with you before Christmas day. But last night, someone shared this song on my Facebook feed. I clicked through and while I listened, tears flooded my eyes.
I hear so many people say we need a hero, someone to save us, or women wanting someone to love them no matter what. He is waiting for us. He is waiting for you.
If there’s anything you take away from my words and this Christmas season, know this, you are deeply, wildly, passionately loved by God. I don’t anyone else who would chase after you, make the sun rise for your pleasure, kiss your cheeks with a breeze, and would go through dying on a cross, so that you could have the chance to be with Him forever.
I hope this song touches your heart as it did mine. Let the words sink in. May you have a blessed Christmas with your family and in Christ’s love.
Do you feel like you’re stuck at the bottom, your feet ankle deep in the mire? No matter how hard you climb to get to the top, you keep sliding back down.
This past Sunday, my pastor shared a great reminder to me. He said God uses the desert a lot. Continue reading