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Need A Do Over?

There are days that seem really long and my patience is running really short.  My attitude isn’t right and I just don’t feel like being in a good mood.  Things quickly turn ugly and I find myself in far different situations than I had originally hoped to be in when I planned my day. We all have those days, right? That is when we need a do over.  We need to be able to hit the restart button and just have a new beginning.  I found myself in that place, that place of just really needing a do over, a couple of times this week. I needed a do over with my husband.  We had been planning a date night all week and I was so excited for the opportunity to get away and spend some time together.  All was well as we were preparing to head out the door,

To the Woman Who Feels Alone

Because To the Woman Who Feels Alone, On the outside things looks just fine.  No one knows the hurt that is constantly bubbling just under the surface.  No one understands just how hard you have to work to keep it hidden.  Your smile is firmly in place but your eyes show a tenderness that I recognize. I see how you keep your friendships superficial so that people can’t get too close.  People seem safer at an arms’ reach, but I remember the loneliness that kind of distance creates.  It feels like it should be freeing to not have anyone really know you, but after a while the solitude begins to feel suffocating. Maybe your business or your marriage or your dreams have failed.  Maybe you have some shameful secret that seems to be consuming you.  Maybe you are just desperately insecure and fearful.  Maybe you’ve been hurt one too many

Stop Struggling

Life is full of trials, stuggles, and stress.  It’s so easy to get bound up in all of the things that are out of our control and to just anxiously toil and struggle our way through. This morning, while reading in Exodus, I was reminded, yet again, that isn’t God’s plan for His beloved children.  He has a better way for us.  He calls us to trust in His plan, to rest in His provision, and to believe that He is working on our behalf. I know not everyone is as in love with the Old Testament as I am, but, trust me people, it is so full of applicable truth and encouragement!  Stick with me for a minute and listen to this example. My reading this morning was centered around the time when the Hebrews were fleeing from Egypt under the leadership of Moses.  It must have been chaotic.

Friday Faves- Summer Reading List

Here’s a little gift for all my friends! We recently had a great discussion on my Bobbieschae Facebook Page about what we are reading this summer. I’ve created a Friday Faves Summer Reading List with 20 of the suggested books just for you! *I haven’t read all of these books. They are recommendations from friends on the page, but I’m sure they are all great! Love and Blessings, Bobbie

Declare Conference Link Up!

Hello friends! Guess what?!?  I’m going to the Declare Conference (an amazing conference focused on being a #digitalevangelist) in Dallas in a little over a week!  I’m so excited! The Declare Conference is hosting a blog link up!  It’s such a fun way for you all (and all my soon-to-be-friends at the conference) to get to know me a little bit better!  They asked some fun little questions and I’m sharing the answers on the blog today! Here goes! 1. If we were meeting in person, how would you introduce yourself? (job, family, career, ministry, where you live … share whatever details come to mind) – My name is Bobbie.  I live in Missouri.  I’ve been married to my high school sweet heart, Scott, for 16 years.  We have two boys, Brayden 13 and Gavin 9.  They are wild masses of chaos and I absolutely adore them, most of the

A Prayer For Hurting Hearts

Today would be my Dad’s birthday.  Mine is right before his.  This is a picture of us celebrating together a few years ago.  He’s been gone now for about a year and a half.  It sure doesn’t seem like that long, but at the same time, it feels like forever since I’ve seen him.  I miss him often, but especially today. I don’t understand why God allowed him to die.  I don’t understand how taking him was a better plan than doing a miracle of healing.  I still struggle with that.  Honestly, there is only one way I know to deal with that kind of pain. This morning, with a heavy heart, I prayed a version of the same prayer that I pray every time I feel a little overwhelmed by the grief. “Father, God, I don’t understand your ways.  I hurt and I miss my dad terribly, but I’m

Strong Roots: It’s Not About Mint

I have a fun little herb garden out by the side of my home.  It’s made from old pallets and leans back against the house in our flower bed.  My hubby built it for me last spring and we filled it with lots of fun little herbs.  Last year I enjoyed fresh basil, dill, mint, and oregano.  It was wonderful to go out and harvest all of these fresh little herbs to add into some of my favorite recipes.  I enjoyed it so much that when winter rolled around and all of my little herbs died off, I was a little sad. I had a little surprise though, because when spring came around again, so did my mint.  It came back tall, and strong, and abundant.  In fact, it has out grown its little pallet planter and is spreading out into my flower bed.  I’ve even got a few little shrubs that

Light It Up!

There is something beautiful and powerful about a light shining in the darkness.  I’m guest posting over at From His Presence today and sharing about a time recently when God really impressed something special on my heart when I looked out the window of an airplane and saw the twinkling of lights below me.  I’d love for you to read Light It Up! and see the way that God has called me, and calls each of us, to shine! Read it here:  Light It Up! Love and Blessings, Bobbie

That was a good one, Dad.

It is Father’s Day, Dad.  I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately as this holiday had been drawing near.  I’ve been remembering some of the times we spent together and some of the things you taught me. Do you remember the time I was in middle school and you were driving me home?  I was complaining and sassing and just having an all-around ugly attitude.  You sat silently, driving the truck, while I went on a teenage hormone infused rant about the unfairness of life.  When we turned onto the gravel road that we lived on, you quietly pulled over and told me to get out.  You suggested that I use the time it would take me to walk the mile and a half down the dusty road to our house to think about all of the things I had to be grateful for.  Then you drove away and I was left to start walking

Shine Bright

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.  ~Martin Luther King, Jr. There sure seems to be a lot of darkness these days.  Everywhere we look people are hurting.  Chaos and tragedy seem to be around every corner. It can overwhelm us if we let it. OR…we can overcome it. We can drive out the darkness.  We can be light. WE CAN SHINE BRIGHT! Every very time we walk in the love of Christ, we drive out the darkness. Every time we show the boundless grace and mercy of Jesus, we drive out darkness. 2 Thessalonians 3:13 says, “As for you, brothers, do not grow weary in doing good.” Keep doing good.  Shine bright.  Be a light.  Walk in Love.  Push back the dark. Love and Blessings, Bobbie  

How I Keep Joy-Filled

Hump Day Happiness: I usually like to share a funny little story with you on Wednesdays to give you a smile mid week, but today I want to share something that makes me happy every day! I love to get up early to spend some time in my Bible, journaling, and in prayer. Ok. Honesty check. I DON’T LOVE waking up early, but I do love being up before everyone else. My kiddos and hubby are usually still asleep when I stumble into the kitchen to grab one of my favorite mugs of coffee and sit by the window and watch the sun come up. It’s so peaceful. This time is like a balm for my weary soul. It’s really the most important thing I do every day. It prepares me for a joy filled day and gets my heart in the right space to be able to face all

You are known

  For today’s Mondays in a Minute, I just have a quick thought for you.  It’s small, but powerful. You are known. Wow.  Let it sink in deep. 2Corinthians 5:11b …But what we are is known to God…” (esv) It’s so easy to feel forgotten and overlooked. Mama, it is easy to think that folding that mountain of laundry in the laundry room or cooking dinner for your family or even playing outside with your kiddos isn’t important.  Career lady, it is easy to think that showing up every day at your 9-5 with a smile on your face and doing your best in the job you have doesn’t do much besides pay the bills.  Single lady, it’s easy to think that you’ve slipped through the cracks and no one really sees you.  Divorced woman or widow, it’s easy to think that without a husband to care for, you no longer

Hump Day Happiness

Hump Day Happiness: It’s Wednesday and a little laugh might be just what we need to make it through the mid week slump. Spending all day every day with my two boys provides countless opportunities for me to laugh out loud! I like to hashtag my funny comments from my youngest, Gavin, as #gavinism.  He is full of funny little one liners that put me into a fit of side splitting laughter. Brayden is pretty funny too, usually without intending to be. He most often gets #MomOfATeen. When both boys are in on the fun, it is usually #boymom or #LifeWithBoys. I’d love for you to share the laughs and comment with (appropriate) funny stories to give our little group a smile on Wednesdays! Today’s Hump Day Happiness: Gavin was telling me about his new book and how funny it was. He was pitching me ideas that the writer should

Mondays In A Minute: All In

I want to start a new series called Mondays In A Minute!  These will be short little posts that will only take you a minute to read, but will hopefully encourage and uplift your Mondays and give you something to think about! The thought for today’s Mondays In A Minute is: AS FOR ME, I AM ALL IN! This may sound silly but yesterday I decided to finally start a Facebook page for my blog/ministry activity.  I’ve been told by several people that I needed to do it, but honestly, I was scared.  What if I did and NO ONE liked it?  What if I published it and I only heard crickets?  What would that mean? But, I’ve been studying God’s word and doing a lot of reading (right now it is Follow Me by David Platt and the book of 1 Cornithians).  I’ve been continually reminded that if we

Stepping Up!

Hello friends!  I’m stepping up my game!  I launched a new Facebook page for the blog!  I’d love for you to stop by, like it, and say hello! https://www.facebook.com/Bobbieschae/ Thanks! Love and blessings, Bobbie

It’s Not Complicated, It’s Compassion

You know those old pains that cut deep and leave scars?  We all have them and no matter how old they are, they seem to still be a little tender.  The slightest bump or bruise to them aches deeply.  I hate to even think about sharing them because they come from a part of me that doesn’t like to be vulnerable and fears rejection.    However, like most scars, they signify a lesson or two learned from life. My relationship with my Daddy (my biological father) is one of those old scars signifying lessons learned.  There has been a lot of pain and a lot brokenness.  I love him deeply and I know that he loves me.  There is no condemnation and no fault here.  We’ve made amends over the years and we love each other as best we can now, but it’s far from ideal.  His absence in my

Trading Moments For Mercy

I’m a work in progress.  God is continually refining me and I’m grateful for that.  I love that He is working on me, pruning me, and helping me to grow.  I don’t know about you, but it seems like, for me,  one of the areas that requires the most refinement is parenting.  Being a mom is a  challenging job.  It requires us to be selfless, patient, loving, generous, tender, and all of those other wonderful qualities that seem to go against all that is natural in us.  For me, there has been a learning curve with this.  My boys are 13 and 9.  I was kind of hoping I’d have it all together by now.  I don’t.  I love my kids and they know this, but I also make some mistakes parenting.  My kids know this too.  We are on a journey together and they know that we are all growing and learning through the process.  Tonight I learned some

Permission to Breathe

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

Funkytown

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.

That’s Not My Name!

*This blog post was originally posted at Bronwyn Lea’s blog (www.bronlea.com). I had the wonderful opportunity to guest post on her blog yesterday. She’s a wonderfully talented and inspirational writer!  You will love her blog! That’s Not My Name Posted by Bronwyn Lea Please welcome Bobbie Schaeperkoetter to the blog! Maybe I’ve let myself be defined by the wrong names for long enough. And maybe you have too. Unworthy. Unloveable. Unattractive. Selfish. Spoiled. Out of touch with reality. Irresponsible. Snob. Untalented. Liar. Cheater. Judgmental. Failure. I’ve been called these names and many more. These, and others, are words that I’ve heard spoken about me nearly all of my life. They are words of hurt and pain. They are words that cut deep. They are words that I’ve felt have left a scar on my poor tender heart. Sometimes those words were spoken by others. Sometimes I just felt them because of

Why Did You Doubt?

  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

Cold Medicine, Birds, and God

  I’ve been sick all week.  I don’t like to use the F word, but this feels an awfully lot like… the FLU.  I have turned my living room into my school room/office and have taken up residence on my couch for the last 4 days.  All school work and regular work has been conducted from this place that is adequately stocked with tissues, hot tea, cold medicine, blankets, and pillows.  It has been my little refuge and I’ve been very grateful for a comfortable place to ride out this yucky virus. This could be the Day-Quil or maybe even the fever talking, but God has been speaking a specific verse to me this week that I wanted to share with you.  It involves birds and penguins and couches, so give me a little grace and mercy here.  Maybe I should warn you that I’ve taken cold medicine and have

Square Peg In A Round Hole

*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

Hang In There

I’m a home school mama. (Yes, that’s me in all my yoga panted, head banded, hoodied glory on a typical day.)   I have two sweet, wild, chaotic boys that I am beyond blessed to spend my days with.  Every Day. I love it.  Really, I do.   But, can I be honest, just like any other job, sometimes it is HARD WORK! These boys refine me and test me and try me.  They challenge me and make me a better person, a better mom, and a better Child of God.  They question me… about EVERYTHING… and make me really think about things.  They stretch my patience to the limits.  They make me laugh and sometimes they even make me cry, because being a mama is a tough job! Can I be honest again?  Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing it right and if it’s worth all the effort.  I know I fail a

Standing Together

Good morning friends! This morning I was reading out of the book of Daniel and a sweet little nugget of truth just jumped out at me!  It was an encouragement to me and I wanted to share it with you. Daniel 3 is the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.  Most people are familiar with the story of King Nebuchadnezzar, the big golden idol he created, and three Jewish  friends who refused to bow down and worship it.  Most people are also familiar with the story of how the King threw these three into the firey furnace and a fourth man with the appearance  of “a son of the gods” delivered them from the fire with out even the smell of smoke on them or a hair on their bodies singed. I love this story for so many reasons, but this morning I thought about it a little differently.  This morning

I’m A Little Sheep

  I’m a little bit of a country girl at heart.  We always had some type of livestock that we were raising when I was a kid living at home.  I can remember having cows, hogs, chickens, geese, turkeys, guinea fowl, and more.  I grew up in the country where raising and caring for animals just kind of came with the territory. We never owned sheep, that I can remember, but I imagine it is much like owning other livestock.  When you are responsible for the care and well being of livestock, they are completely dependent on you for all of their needs. I can remember my Dad and my brother getting up early and going out to feed and water in the mornings before school.  Before dinner, they would make another round to tend and care for whatever animals my dad was interested in raising at the time.  (Side

Game Plan

I don’t often write “How To” posts, but I’ve been repeatedly asked how I do my quiet time and how I make time to write.  This always makes me smile, because I love a good, well laid out plan for some things.  I also really enjoy the chaos of flying by the seat of my pants.  And I’m a little bit of a drama queen.  My quiet time just happens to be an interesting, quirky mix of those characteristics. As a warning, before I share my morning game plan, I want to point out a few obvious things. First, I’m not any type of professional at Bible study and prayer.  Secondly, what works for me, may not work for you.  And Third, I know that this is going to sound a little odd, so just humor me and go with it. Ok.  Here it is.  My game plan. The Night

Blank Page

I saw this quote floating around on the Internet and I loved it for so many reasons.  A blank page, depending on your view point, can be a cage to imprison you or wings to give you your freedom. I love to write so I’m pretty familiar with the feeling of sitting down and opening up to a blank page.  Honestly, sometimes, I can let that page tie me up and hold me hostage.  It can be a little intimidating.  There it sits, a wide open space, just waiting for me to fill it with whatever I chose.  That blank page can be scary if I start to wonder what people will think about me and what I write.  I can let their opinions shape the words I’m putting on the paper.  I can start to feel insecure and limited. The pressure to make this blank space into something worthwhile

Legacy of faith

The hospice chaplain just left my grandpa’s bedside and I can’t stop thinking about something he said in his prayer. He said “At the end of this life, Father, we only leave behind three things that matter: our faith, our family, and our friends.” A dear friend of mine is also currently dealing with the loss of a loved one and when we were chatting on the phone last week, she also mentioned that she was struck by the truth that in this life we take nothing with us when we go.  The only thing that we leave behind is our legacy. That has gotten me thinking.  What kind of legacy do I hope to leave behind?  When I’m ready to go home to be with Jesus, who and what will I leave behind?  Will it have mattered that I was here?  Will I have made an impact?  When I

The Mask is Off

Last week was one of those weeks that just left me reeling in exhaustion and emotion.  Have you had those?  Those are the weeks where, when they draw to a close, we look back and think ‘How on Earth did I just make it through all of that?’  Everyone has those weeks, where you are pretty sure the world has slipped off of its center and everything feels a little wonky. I hesitate to lay out the details because I know that some of you walked through weeks that were so much more difficult than mine.  However, because I really want you to see what God is working on in me, I want to share some things with you. I am just starting to get over a bout with pneumonia.  Pneumonia is no joke.  I felt awful and so run down all of last week.  Some of that still lingers

Be Careful What You Pray For

Be careful what you pray for. In the last year God has been almost palpable to me.  I’ve felt His presence in a new way in my life.  I think it started when my dad got sick.  I begged for God to just wrap me in His arms and give me comfort and strength because the ache from losing my dad just left me reeling. Through out this last year, my family has dealt with some things that have caused me to draw into those same arms time after time.  They have become a place of refuge and comfort for me.  I’ve come look forward to time in my Bible and prayer each day because I long to be in His presence.  It is peace.  It is encouragement.  It is a reminder of unfailing love. Or at least it has been until recently. It is still all of those things, but the more time I spend

Prayer for Peace

Father God, This world is hurting.  It is everywhere we turn.  This whole world is groaning and crying out for its Savior.  People are reeling with heartache and confusion.  Lord, in the midst of chaos, help us turn to you for the peace that passes all understanding.  Help us to look for your comfort. Let us diligently seek your hope.  Help us to continually turn to you for strength. Father, in a world that’s gone haywire, help us to remember that you are our constant.  You are our rock.  You are our good Father.  You heal broken lives, broken people, and broken hearts.  God, you are creator, sustainer, and ruler of all.  Lord, God, you are sovereign.  You are strong and mighty.  You are righteous and kind.  You are holy.  You are just.  You are near to all who call on you.  You are faithful and true. You are judge and

Let’s get real

Do you know what I just love?  I love authenticity.  I love it when what you see is exactly what you get.  I’m not a fan of false pretenses or underlying meaning.  I don’t really like fake.   I like to be able to take things at face value and trust that something or someone is who they claim to be.  I kind of just like people to be real. Because of this love for all things genuine, I just adore Jen Hatmaker right now.  To be honest, I wasn’t really familiar with her until last week when a friend mentioned that they were reading her new book and loved it.  The friend quoted some of her work on a Facebook post, and I was immediately hooked. I could tell that she was the real deal! I bought her book, For The Love, and I just LOVE it.  Jen is hilarious!

Off the deep end

Alright.  I’m warning you all in advance.  This post makes it sound a little bit like I’ve gone off the deep end.  That’s my early disclaimer.  You’ve been warned. I didn’t grow up in church.  Matter of fact, I didn’t come to have a relationship with Christ until I was an adult.  I can vividly remember going to church every once in a while with my aunt when I was a kid and being more that a little intimidated by those people who were obviously sold out Christians.  They quoted God’s word.  They prayed loud and proud.  They praised unashamedly.  Their lives were obviously different.  I can’t even put my finger on it, but something about them was obviously different.  It was totally weird to me and a little scary. Even after I had come to know Christ in my 20’s, that fully sold out approach to believing was a

Treasures

One of my favorite weekends of the entire year has come and gone.  The Inspire Heart Retreat always seems to rush past me in a blur of emotion and activity.  It drew to an end way before I was ready to let the messages and the images from those sweet days leave my thoughts. I have spent any quiet moments that I could claim today just sitting and reflecting.  I let the images from this weekend run through my mind like an old film reel.  I closed my eyes and remembered the feelings and let them sink deep into my heart.  The presence of the Holy Spirit was palpable throughout our praise and worship time.  It engulfed me.  With a heart full and hands raised, I closed my eyes and let my voice join in with the sound of over two hundred women raising their voices to praise our Savior.

Broken beautiful

Have you ever placed your trust in the wrong person or the wrong thing?  Have you ever been let down by someone or something?  I think we all have.  I’m pretty sure that at one time or another we have all experienced the pain of broken trust. I know I have.  Even as a child, I learned the risk that comes with putting your trust in people.  I came from a divorced home and I would often sit, dressed and with an overnight bag in hand, waiting for my Daddy to come and pick me up.  Sometimes I’d wait for hours.  It was a hard lesson that taught me that sometimes people will let you down.  They often do not intend to.  My Daddy never really meant to cause hurt.  People are broken and flawed and sometimes react out of hurt or to protect themselves.  Sometimes, even with the best intentions

plug in

Today’s blog post is a little different.  I want to talk about plugging in to a community today and give you some practical ways to connect within a body of believers.  I don’t know about you, but community is so very important to me.  Having good, godly, like minded people in my life who help point me to Christ is a big priority.  It’s been one of the things that has brought about huge growth in my life.  For a long time, I didn’t really have a community and I felt a little lonely in my Christian walk.  I went to church and I read my Bible and had prayer time, but I didn’t really have much in the way of authentic Christian connections.  I knew something was missing. God created us to function within a community or a body of believers.  It’s really lonely and even a little disheartening

Thirsty

Today is Thoughtful Thursday at The Women In My World!  I want to use these days to give you something to read, watch, or listen to that will really cause you to pause and think about your relationship with God and your Christian walk. Today, I’m thinking about thirst.  Have you ever been in that place where you are just thirsty for God?  This morning I was reading in Psalm 42:1-2 and I realized that the more God meets with me, the more I see Him moving in my life, the more I crave His presence.  It becomes like an unquenchable thirst. Psalm 42:1-2 “As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.  When can I go and meet with God?” There are times in our lives when we know God is present but

Hope in the hopeless

Yesterday was a hard day.  There is just so much sin and hurt in this fallen world.  There is so much pain. There is so much loss and grief and discouragement.  My heart aches for the brokenness that is so evident everywhere I look.  This whole earth is groaning and crying out for it’s Savior. Do you see that too?  Do you see loved ones dealing with loss and grief?  Do you see sickness, pain, and suffering?  Do you see discouragement and hopelessness?  Do you see relationships falling apart and the scars left from that?  Maybe you are the one in the midst of all of the trials?  I’ve been there too. I was confronted head on with all of this hurt in so many situations yesterday with several friends and loved ones dealing with very difficult tribulations.  My heart breaks a little with each situation.  And honestly, it’s easy

No pressure

I have been reading through the book of Psalms this week and I’m about to wear my highlighting pen out!  There is just so much truth and so much wisdom stored up in this book of the Bible. This morning I ran across this little nugget of truth and my mind just kept going back to it.  Psalm 20:7-8 was just such a great reminder that I do not need anything else to trust in besides God.  I don’t need to do enough or be enough because my God is more than enough. Psalm 20:7-8 “Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God. They are brought to their knees and fall, but we rise up and stand firm.” There are so many things that we tend to trust in.  Horses and chariots in that day symbolized power, strength, wealth,

Can it be that easy?

Life is complicated, isn’t it? There is always so much going on.  There is so much to be and so much to do.  My to do list is long and my days seems short. I want to live life purposefully.  I want to follow God’s perfect plan for my life, but sometimes I get so caught up in the little mundane details of life, that I forget exactly what that purpose is.  And I don’t know if I ever got the plan. Because surely there is a big purpose.  I know He has a plan.  Surely following God is more than these little steps I’ve been taking.  It is suppose to be filled with lots of really big leaps, isn’t it? For weeks and even months, I’ve been praying for direction and a clear path in some things.  I’ve been diligently seeking God because I NEED to know what His

But Jesus

Yesterday I told you how much I love the book of Esther.  Today I began the book of Job.  Can I be honest?  It’s one of those books that I’ve always struggled with.  I just don’t really understand it.  I’m not a big fan of reading about how my good and loving God allows one of His finest men to go through such an awful time. I mean, God himself, tells Satan that there is no one on earth like Job who is blameless, upright, fears God, and shuns evil.  This guy got up every morning and offered a sin offering to God for his children just in case they had sinned or cursed God the day before.  Every day.  He was that good. I’m not that good.  Not even close. But God still allowed the enemy to attack Job. I just really struggle with that.  Maybe because I know

Embrace your Esther moment

My favorite book of the Bible is Esther.  I love the drama.  I love the story.  At the risk of sounding trite, Esther is a fantastic script with a twisting and turning plot, rich characters, deceit, love, betrayal, an underdog overcoming great odds, and a beautiful story of grace and mercy.  It’s a script that could only be written and directed by our mighty God, and produced in real life through his awesome power. I love this biography of a young orphan girl, raised by her cousin, suddenly thrust into the palace with the chance to be a queen.  She must hide her identity because her people are looked down on.  She finds favor with everyone, including the king, and is made queen.  In the mean time,  her uncle saves the king’s life by uncovering a conspiracy to murder him.  Simultaneously, the King’s main advisor is planning genocide for the

Strong, firm, and steadfast

Don’t you just love this?!?  The God of all grace wants to come to us, in the midst of our suffering, and restore us!  He wants to make us strong, firm, and steadfast!  I love that!  I love that even in the middle of our pain, struggle, and trials, God has a plan for our restoration.  He is working in our situations to make us strong, firm, and steadfast.  The suffering isn’t in vain.  It has purpose.  It grows us into trees whose roots are deep, whose branches reach heavenward, and whose trunk is powerful enough not to bend or break in the storms of life. Love and blessings, Bobbie

Find what you’re looking for

I often find such encouragement when I read my Bible.  Honestly, this is a new thing for me.  I use to look at Bible reading more as a chore.  It was just another thing to check off of my Christian to do list. Read a chapter or two from my Bible today.  Check.  Next? But a while back, I felt convicted to really get back into God’s word in a more serious way.  I love to read.  You can almost always find me with a great Christian book.  I’ve got a crate of them beside my bed.  They are stacked in piles on my desks.  My easily distracted self prefers to have a few of them going at a time so that if I hit a dry spot in one, I can stick in a book mark, and pick up where I’ve left off in another.  I study these books.

Keeping It Real

Don’t judge me today because I’m just keeping it real.  I’m pretty sure that the m&m’s and the caramel that I just ate for lunch were totally a coping mechanism.  Comfort in an uncomfortable place.  Chocolate and caramel can do that for a girl. Have you ever been in that place where you just feel a little out of your element?  Maybe you doubt your abilities.  Maybe you doubt you can do what you know you’ve been called and created to do.  Maybe you feel inadequate.  Maybe you are feeling a little insecure.  And just maybe you are more than a little tempted to comfort yourself with chocolate and caramel too! You know what though?  That didn’t really work.  As a matter of fact, I’m a little hacked off at my self for eating that candy, especially since I’ve got skinny jeans laid out to wear this evening. The thing

Beauty from ashes

There are often times I sit before God in total awe of who He is and what He does.  Today is one of those days.  Today I bowed my knees in humble adoration before a God who loves so lavishly, gives so freely, and delights in redeeming even the most tragically broken and flawed. This Holy and Righteous God has taken a hot mess like me and has chosen to use me in spite of myself!  His love over comes my weakness.  His forgiveness, grace, and mercy redeem me.  He brings beauty from my big, dirty pile of ashes. And if he can do it for me, he can do it for anyone! Our Father doesn’t require perfection from us.  He doesn’t require us to be flawless, sinless, or righteous.  He knows we are dust.  He understands our weakness and our frailties.  After all, he created us!  Jesus walked among man

Praising

There are times I feel a little greedy when I come before my Father in prayer.  I have a long list of wants and needs to lay out before Him.  I know He hears my prayers and often answers them.  He wants me to cast my cares on Him and bring my needs before Him.  He has called me to do that and not to feel badly for bringing everything before His throne. And I love that!  I love that such a mighty God cares so much about me and my needs.  I love that I can trust Him with that.  It gives me such a peace and such comfort! And he doesn’t think I’m being greedy.  He knows I’m trusting. However, this morning as I was reading 1 Chronicles 16, I got to thinking. David sure praised God a lot and he was called a man after God’s own heart.