Have you ever felt like you didn't quite fit the mold?  Have you ever felt like you didn't fit in?  I had the wonderful opportunity to share at iBelieve.com about how I've felt that way and what I've learned about being a part of the body of Christ. Read more at iBelieve article
File Apr 05, 7 16 21 AM.png Here it is.  This is what you have waited for your whole life.  Permission.  Permission to breathe. This is the first post Funk blog entry, and there is something that I've really wanted to share with you.  I think the reason that it weighs so heavy on my heart, is because it is something that I needed to be reminded of as much as I needed to write it. We don't keep the world spinning.  We don't run the show.  We are not responsible for everything nor do we need to be. Whew!  What a relief that is!  Do you feel the weight lifted?  Can you breathe a little easier? We have permission to put the brakes on when life gets a little too crazy and make a space to just breathe.  It is absolutely ok for us to take a moment to stop and settle ourselves.  Even if the world around us is running at full speed, which it always seems to do, we can break from the race and catch our breath.  Even if it feels like we are drowning under the weight of to dos and expectations.  We don't have to stay on the hamster wheel and run.  We can hop off and pause for just a moment. We have permission to breathe. In that space, that pause, you and I have permission to call out to our loving Father and to ask, to question, to struggle, to wrestle, to rest, to be weak, and to just let it all go for a moment.  In life, so often it seems like we have to be so strong, but not with our God.  He is strong for us when we are weak.  He's got our backs.  We have permission to crawl into the lap of our loving Father and lay our head on his chest and rest in his love, strength, care, and provision.  He will keep the world spinning while we just catch our breath and refocus ourselves. He's got us.  He's got this. File Apr 05, 7 19 12 AM.png When we take that moment, when we allow ourselves the chance to break the cycle of constant motion, we are often worried that we will lose out.  We might get behind.  We might miss out on something.  We may not look like we have it all together.  We worry that if we don't keep the world spinning, it might tilt right off its' axis. And sometimes, we run ourselves ragged trying to keep up. That's not God's plan for us.  He wants us to come to Him with our burdens and our loads.  When we feel like the weight of things is getting too heavy, he wants us to Him and hand it over to Him.  He doesn't want us to weary ourselves trying to bear everything alone. And when we do that, the opposite of what we worry about happening actually happens.  When we hit pause and take a moment or two to stop the striving, we don't fall behind.  We don't miss out.  Instead, we are refreshed.  We are strengthened.  We are renewed.  We pause and take that time to renew ourselves through him and then we have the ability to jump back into life ready for the marathon.  We have the energy for the long haul now instead of wearying ourselves in the sprint. File Apr 05, 7 17 14 AM.png So, sweet friend, there it is.  There is your permission.  When it all gets to be a tad too much, allow yourself the grace to just take a moment.  Pause.  Climb up in your Heavenly Father's lap and turn it over to Him.  Ask Him for what you need to keep running.  When you've received your full share, hop back in and finish strong. Love and blessings, Bobbie
File Mar 16, 9 03 31 AM Have you ever been in a funk that you just couldn't seem to get out of?  I've spent the last several weeks in a fog that just hasn't seemed to want to lift.  I've had some little health stuff going on and had to have a couple of little medical procedures done.  There are a few more little procedures on the horizon as well.  This has all left me feeling just plain worn out physically, but it has all left me feeling emotionally spent as well. Have you been there?  Maybe it wasn't a health related issue.  Maybe it was a relationship issue, a work issue, or just circumstances in your life that had you in that funk.  Whatever it is that put you there, Funkytown is really not a great place to visit and it's even worse to settle in and dwell there a while. And that's what I was doing.  I was dwelling. I was totally content to just sit in that foggy, hazy Funkytown and dwell there. Last week I started to realize just what I was doing.  I started to realize that I had set up shop in Funkytown and gotten pretty comfortable there.  (Really folks, it shouldn't have taken me so long to see the error in my ways.  A couple of weeks in, I went 8 days without putting on real clothes or leaving my house.  Which felt glorious at the time, but, looking back, might have been a tad much.  Not to mention that I binge watched a ridiculous amount of Netflix.  Which also felt glorious at the time, but wasn't even remotely productive and kept me from doing the things I should have been doing.) I knew I needed to pack it up and leave Funkytown, but it was just so comfortable there.  So, I did the only thing I knew to do to make a change.  I went back to God's word and prayer because they are the things that have always brought me stability, strength, conviction, and  encouragement. I moved off the couch and back into my regular Bible study and prayer time (which had been mostly set aside for Netflix and naps). And in his usual, glorious way, when I started moving back towards Jesus, there he was, just waiting for me.  Arms open.  Ready to draw me closer. This morning, while I was reading my Bible, I came across something beautiful. In Luke 15, Jesus tells three parables about someone being separated from something and diligently seeking it until it is found and restored to its' rightful place.  He tells of a shepherd who lost one sheep out of a flock of one hundred, yet the shepherd left the others and went after the lost sheep to bring it back into the fold.  Next he tells of a woman who lost a silver coin and turns her house upside down to find it and add it back into her purse.  Then he tells the story of the prodigal son who left his father and lived a wild lifestyle, only to be brought low and return to the father seeking mercy.  The father lovingly welcomes the son back and restores him to a place of honor. And God's word remind us that He does that for us. Separation.  Seeking.  Restoration.  It is kind of His thing. I know these parables speak of Jesus seeking the lost, but today when I read these they had new applications for me.  Today they reminded me that no matter how discouraged I feel, or how deep into a funk I am, I'm never far from Jesus' love.  When I feel discouraged and distant, he is right there seeking my heart and waiting for my return.  He diligently longs for me and doesn't want me to be separated from him.  Just like the wandering sheep, the lost coin, and the wayward son, when I am separated from him, he is seeking me and wants my restoration. So, today those parables have a new meaning because today the fog is rolling away a little and I'm leaving Funkytown behind.    (Not that I'm giving up naps and Netflix, people.  That would just be plain silly.  I will how ever be enjoying them in much greater moderation than I have been over the last several weeks. )  If you need me, you can find me back at the feet of Jesus. Love and blessings, Bobbie
  Matthew 14:22-33 is a lesson on faith from Jesus. He teaches Peter about real faith in the face of danger. Source: Why Did You Doubt? This article is my most recent post for Grace Centered Magazine.  It addresses issues of fear and doubt, something that I sometimes struggle with. Why Did You Doubt? Fear is the enemy of faith. We’ve heard it said a hundred times and it is so very true. I can feel God speak something into me during my quiet time with Him in the morning and I am fired up and ready to tackle whatever it is that He has for me. As the day goes on, and life’s troubles come at me, fear sets in, and my resolve wavers. Have you been there in that moment when fear starts to creep in and dissolve away your commitment? I know I have and I also know I am not the only one. No doubt, you have been there. Peter has been there too. The story of Peter stepping out of the boat to walk on the water to Jesus is one of my very favorite passages in the New Testament. I just really love Peter. He’s a little rash and bold. He is a little impetuous and reckless. Maybe that is why I like him. I can relate to him. He loves Jesus in a way that is beautiful and powerful, but he tends to act a little irrationally. Yep. That hits close to home. I also think there are a lot of practical applications that we can make about fear, our response to it, and Jesus’ response to it. Let’s take a look at Matthew 14:22-33 and see what we can learn. I’m going to summarize that passage from Matthew. This is the Bobbie revised version. Peter is in the boat with the other disciples while Jesus is alone praying. The waves and the wind have kicked up enough that the boat has drifted far from the land and is being tossed about. It is late and it is dark. I’m sure the disciples were getting a little nervous out there on the sea just waiting for Jesus. They may have even been squinting out into the distance wondering how on earth he could get to them. Then they see a little movement and rub their blurry, sleepy eyes. They may have even wondered if their eyes were playing tricks on them due to the hour and the conditions. They look again and realize they were right. Someone or something is walking across the sea, right to them. They tremble in fear because they are sure it is a ghost. They were scared enough that Jesus had to tell them not to be and to calm down because it was only him. Then, Peter acts in true Peter fashion. “Prove it Lord! If that really is you, call me out to walk on the water too!” Jesus obliged and called to him. So, out of the boat jumped Peter. I can just picture it in my mind. He hops out and begins confidently walking towards Jesus and he is thinking, “This is awesome! I would follow Jesus anywhere and do anything that he told me to do.” But then a big wave crashes close to his feet, distracting him for a second. As he watches that wave, he notices the other waves around him. His ears become alert and he hears the waves crashing against the boat behind him. He hears the wind howling around him. He shakily looks down at his feet and fear over takes him. The more afraid he gets, the quicker his feet begin to sink into the sea. Sheer panic sets in as the fear of all that is going on around him overtakes him. Then he remembers Jesus. Out of desperation he cries out to him. He raises his eyes from his situation and looks. There is Jesus right beside him. Jesus is close enough that all he has to do is reach out and take hold of Peter. Peter is pulled back up above the water and Jesus just gives him that tender look and says, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt?” Jesus is basically telling Peter, ‘I’ve got you. Don’t worry. Just trust me. You don’t have to be strong because I’m strong enough for the both of us.’ Then hand in hand, they walk together to the boat where all of the other disciples are just standing there in sheer amazement of the mighty power and sovereignty of Jesus. Obviously, I have taken a little liberty in the retelling of this section of scripture. I do that on purpose. I think we sometimes look at these disciples and think that they must have been holy and perfect men of God. We make them unrelatable and think we can’t learn from them. That is far from the truth. These men were everyday people and they often had to be corrected and taught by a patient and loving Jesus. That is exactly what happened here. Peter needed to be taught about fear and faith. His story is one that can serve as a model for us. Here are some things that this passage of scripture can teach us about fear and faith. Life is going to get crazy. It’s pretty much a given. When we are trusting in Jesus, we don’t have to fear. We can just jump out of the boat. When we take our eyes off of him and start to look at all that is going on around us and our inability to fix it, we get distracted and fear sets in. If we give fear a foot hold, it can sink us pretty quickly. When we get overwhelmed, our best bet to get out of our mess, is to cry out to him. He can pull us out, no matter how desperate the situation. He is strong enough to hold us and keep us steady. He is capable of walking us through the trial. Trusting him in spite of our fear not only builds our faith, but it builds the faith of others and brings glory to God. Jesus doesn’t get mad at us when fear creeps in and we stumble a little. He gently reminds us that He’s got a hold of us and will bring us through. I am so very thankful for this lesson. It is one that I need to remind myself of often. I tend to be a little like Peter. I dive into things with full faith. Sometimes, though, the troubles of this world distract me and for a moment and I take my eyes off of him and focus on my own incapability to fix things. It isn’t long before I cry out to Him because I can feel myself starting to sink. Every time, he is faithful to reach out his hand, hold me close, and walk me through. I pray that if you are facing something that has you feeling like you are sinking in fear and helplessness, that you will focus your eyes on the one who can save you. Love and blessings, Bobbie bobbiescahe.com
image.jpeg *This article was originally published at GraceCentered.com I think I’ve used the phrase, “I sometimes feel like a square peg in a round hole” to describe my feelings about how I fit in with “typical church people” more times than I care to admit. And it’s true. For the most part, I don’t really feel like the typical church goer. I think I’ve made the generalization that most Christians have been going to church their whole lives. They are good people with spotless pasts, perfectly happy marriages, well behaved children, and squeaky clean lives. When I compare myself to that, I feel a little less than. And I feel inadequate. And maybe I even feel a little judged. I think I feel those ways because I don’t fit the mold. I didn’t start going to church until my early 20’s. The ONLY reason I even started to go to church was because my life was pretty much a train wreck (entirely because of my own choices) and I was desperate for some kind of change. I had pretty much exhausted my supply of ideas to fix things and knew that I needed to turn to something bigger than myself to get me out of the pit I had dug. Salvation wipes our past clean and covers it in the sinless blood of Christ, but sometimes there is still a mess left over from the sin and bad choices. My past was far from spotless and I had a big mess that took a little while to get cleaned up. There were things that I struggled with for a while. Not only that, but new things crept in too. My marriage hasn’t always been perfect and neither have my kids. My life has never been squeaky clean. Instead, it has been a process. This coming to Christ and letting Him be the Lord of my life, has been a journey. Sometimes I make mistakes. Sometimes I fall. Sometimes I am faced with the frailty of my sinful flesh compared with the power of His holiness, and I am overwhelmed. But Jesus walks with me. His love, grace, and mercy sustain me. He is the teacher through this process and he guides me along in this journey. He is patient with me. He loves me even though I am a slow learner and he understands my weakness apart from Him. And do you know what else? He has shown me something so powerful lately that it rocks me to my very core. It makes me rethink my ideas. I’ve had some wonderful conversations lately with some very dear friends. These friends are ones that I look up to. They are strong Christians. They are leaders and warriors and pillars. They reflect Jesus in a way that I find humbling and beautiful. And sometimes they feel like a square peg in a round hole. That makes me wonder about something that I haven’t ever really considered before. You see, I always thought that other Christians made me feel like I didn’t quite fit in. It isn’t always something that they do or say directly, but more just the indirect comparison of the way the story of my life looks versus the way their’s looks. Maybe that has been very unfair of me. Maybe the reason I feel a little like a square peg in a round hole is because I was looking at the wrong people when I was doing my comparison. I was looking at other people and feeling like I don’t measure up to them. In reality, it is Jesus that I’m trying to be like. He is shaping me into something that looks more like Him. To do that, He has to weed out some things and sand off some rough edges. So that I fit His mold for me. So that I can become what He wants me to become. And here is the kicker. The reason my amazing friends, who are stellar people, also feel like they don’t fit the mold either, is because we are all going through the same process. We, as a whole, collectively, as brothers and sisters in Christ, don’t fit the mold. We ALL feel like we don’t fit because WE WON’T FIT PERFECTLY into what He has called us to until we get to Heaven. It is going to be a journey and a process until we get there. That’s why it feels so uncomfortable sometimes. That’s why it feels like it doesn’t fit. It is the battle of the flesh to become more Christ like that makes me feel that way. And just maybe I should quit looking at how I compare to others, and begin looking at how I compare to Jesus. And just maybe when I do that, I will realize those Christians, who felt so distantly perfect, have way more in common with me than I realized. We are on that same journey and going through that same process. We are all trying to become just a little bit more like Jesus and we all feel the growing pains. Love and blessings! Bobbie