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My heart aches this morning as I scroll through my news feed on Facebook.  So many people that I know and love are hurting.  I see so much heartbreak and pain and confusion.  I desperately long to hold tightly onto the shoulders of each person that is broken and look deeply into their eyes and tell them of the hope they have in Jesus.  He’s the only thing that makes walking through the trials bearable.  He’s the only constant and steadfast hope that I’ve ever found.  He’s the only one that will never ever fail.

If I were with you right now and I knew that your heart ached for something better than this world can offer, that is just what I would do.  I would lovingly tell you that this world can be hard and God never promised that living in it would be easy.  I would tell you that although He doesn’t offer you a life of ease, He does offer to make life a little easier by shouldering some of the burden for you as He walks with you through your trials.  He promises to be a comfort, a friend, and a constant companion to all who trust in Him.  He is good no matter the situation.  His love endures no matter where you are.

I would encourage you to turn to Him and to seek Him and I would do by very best to point you towards Him.

That desire spurred this prayer in my heart this morning.  I shared it with my Facebook small group and I felt led to share it here as well in the hopes that it might be a blessing to a hurting heart.

Love and blessings,

 Bobbie

31 DAYS OF CHANGE GROUP Day 26:
Prayer:
Father God,
Help me to have a heart for your people. Give me eyes to see them as you do. You see the affliction of your people. You hear their cry and know their suffering. You feel the weight of their burdens and you long to redeem them. Your desire is that your children would know you, love you, trust you, turn to you, and be restored to you. You gave your only son, Jesus Christ, for that purpose. You love your children that much.
Father, help me to look at my brothers and sisters, and all of the people of this world, and see them as you do. Fill me with love for people. Open my eyes to see those around me who are hurting. Break my heart for the broken. Give me a tenderness and a compassion for people, but Lord, I also pray that you would give me the ability to be a help and an encouragement to them. Fill my heart with prayer for them so that I can lift them to you. Let me be a witness of your saving grace, and of your love, compassion, and mercy. Help me to act as your hands and feet while I’m on this earth. Help me to be compassionate and merciful to others because you’ve been compassionate and merciful with me, Lord Jesus.
I know that this world isn’t an easy place to live. You never promised a life with our trials. In fact, your Word tells us that we go out as sheep in the midst of wolves. Yet, you still call us to walk in love. Give me discernment so that I can be as wise as a serpent but as harmless as a dove. Fill me with your Holy Spirit and give me a sensitivity to respond to its’ stirring in me. Fill my heart with your love and my mouth with your words in the specific moments that I need them. Work through me to show your love to all that I encounter.
In Jesus precious name, I ask these things.
Amen.

Bible Verses:
Exodus 3:7 Then the Lord said, “I have surely seen the affliction of my people who are in Egypt and have heard their cry because of their taskmasters. I know their sufferings.
Exodus 6:5-7 Moreover, I have heard the groaning of the people of Israel whom the Egyptians hold as slaves, and I have remembered my covenant. Say therefore to the people of Israel, ‘I am the Lord, and I will bring you out from under the burdens of the Egyptians, and I will deliver you from slavery to them, and I will redeem you with an outstretched arm and with great acts of judgment. I will take you to be my people, and I will be your God, and you shall know that I am the Lord your God, who has brought you out from under the burdens of the Egyptians.
Psalm 55:17-18 Evening and morning and at noon I utter my complaint and moan, and he hears my voice. He redeems my soul in safety from the battle that I wage, for many are arrayed against me.
1 Thessalonians 4:9-10 Now concerning brotherly love you have no need for anyone to write to you, for you yourselves have been taught by God to love one another, for that indeed is what you are doing to all the brothers throughout Macedonia. But we urge you, brothers, to do this more and more.
John 3:16-17 “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.
James 5:11, 15, 19-20 Behold, we consider those blessed who remained steadfast. You have heard of the steadfastness of Job, and you have seen the purpose of the Lord, how the Lord is compassionate and merciful. And the prayer of faith will save the one who is sick, and the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven. My brothers, if anyone among you wanders from the truth and someone brings him back, let him know that whoever brings back a sinner from his wandering will save his soul from death and will cover a multitude of sins.
Matthew 10:16-20 “Behold, I am sending you out as sheep in the midst of wolves, so be wise as serpents and innocent as doves. Beware of men, for they will deliver you over to courts and flog you in their synagogues, and you will be dragged before governors and kings for my sake, to bear witness before them and the Gentiles. When they deliver you over, do not be anxious how you are to speak or what you are to say, for what you are to say will be given to you in that hour. For it is not you who speak, but the Spirit of your Father speaking through you.

Discussion Question:
How can we be more aware, sensitive, and compassionate to those who are hurting that God has placed in our lives


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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 choosing to trust you in the midst of the hurt.  I know you are good.  I know you are love.  I know that you see the beginning and the end and that your plans are greater than my own.  I don’t understand why God, but I understand who you are.  Help me to trust fully in your character and in who you are in spite of how I feel.  Fill my hurting heart with peace.

Amen.”

That prayer gets me through the things I can’t understand and the things that aren’t easy.  I’m hoping it can help someone else today.

Love and blessings,

Bobbie

 

 


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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 and thinking.

That was a good one, Dad.  I used that recently on my teen age son while I slowly drove behind him as he walked the block and a half to basketball camp after he gave a particularly surly tirade about my driving and time management skills.  He was right, but he was disrespectful. You weren’t a fan of disrespect.  I guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.  Thanks for teaching me to be grateful and to be respectful.

Do you remember that time I was a 20-year-old newlywed and had made a string of really bad choices that had turned my life from good to bad very quickly?  I was in a tail spin and had pushed everyone that I loved away so that I could just keep on going on down the slippery slope I was on without having to hear from everyone what a mess I was making of things.

In the midst of all of that, you drove an hour up to see me.  We went to a park and we just sat side by side in the grass.  You didn’t ask all of the details.  You didn’t blame, condemn, or shame me, but you didn’t coddle me either.  You lovingly and firmly told me that I couldn’t ride the fence between teenager and adult any more.  You made me take responsibility for my decisions and called me out to make a choice to be better than I had been.  You were a rock for me when things were in chaos.

That was another good one, Dad.  You always had a way of knowing just what to say and how to say it.  It was just the kick in the pants that I needed to see what a train wreck that I was.  I am already trying to teach my boys how to own up to their mistakes and look at the consequences of their choices.  I hope I never have to help my kids really see and understand the mess they’ve made of their life, but I’m filing this little memory in the mental rolodex of stellar parenting moves just in case because it meant the world to me.2015-12-11 08.41.49

Don’t forget about the time I came home at nearly 30 because marriage and family were so much harder than I ever imagined they would be.  I wasn’t sure how on earth I was supposed to do and be all that I was supposed to do and be.  I sat curled up on the couch in your living room tearfully telling you how things were just too hard sometimes.  You sat across from me, wrapped in a blanket in your favorite recliner, and shared some of the times that you had felt the same way.  We laughed and we cried and then we watched Gunsmoke.

I’m going to remember that one too, Dad.  I know there will come a time when my boys will feel overwhelmed by all of their responsibilities and will need a soft place to land.  They will want me to nod my head in agreement and then comfort them with some quality time together.  I want to remember to always be that place that they can come back to when they need encouragement.  Thank you for teaching me to take the time to listen and to care.

I won’t ever forget how hard you worked when you were in physical therapy all of those months.  You would get so frustrated at having to learn to do things that were once so simple for you.  You hated having to re learn how to pick up a spoon.  Learning to walk again was so difficult, but you kept pushing until you got it.  I’ve never seen perseverance like that before.

That was amazing, Dad.  My boys were right there.  They watched you try and fail and never give up.  You taught them about hope and hard work and fighting through every obstacle.

We probably looked a little crazy that one day when the boys and I were down sitting with you when you were really sick.  I was making Christmas ornaments out of paper and hot glue.  It was ridiculous.  It took forever and I was constantly burning my fingers. You just sat in your wheel chair and giggled at me as I growled and rolled my eyes.  After a few hours I had made a handful of beautiful ornaments to hang in the booth I was renting at a local antique mall.   You relentlessly teased me about all of that time and labor plus the money I would need to spend on band aids for my fingers. We both got tickled when you said that I would only end up making about a quarter an hour after all of that.  We laughed until we cried as we looked at my poor blistered fingers and the piles of supplies around me.

That was a good one, Dad.  That still makes me smile.  Thanks for teaching me to laugh at myself.  You could always take any situation and make it a reason to smile.  I loved that about you.  My boys are going to need to know that they don’t always have to take themselves so seriously.

You passed away before Christmas that year and I hung one of those paper ornaments on my tree last Christmas to mark the second Christmas that you had been gone.  I miss you every day, but especially on Father’s Day.  You were such a good man.

There are so many stories, Dad.   There were so many little things that made you so special.  The thing that stands out the very most was how much you loved me.  You loved me when you didn’t have to and you loved me when I was very hard to love.

2015-12-11 08.38.03You weren’t my biological father.  You married my mom and automatically became a step parent to a child who wasn’t entirely sure she needed or wanted you around and wasn’t afraid to make that abundantly clear.  Despite all the ways that I pushed you away, there was never a single moment that I felt like anything other than your dearly loved daughter.   Even when I was too young and too immature to see it, even when I doubted it, even when I didn’t understand it, you were always pouring you heart and soul into loving me as best as you could.

Out of all the things that I remember, Dad, that is the thing I will remember most.  I always knew that I was unconditionally loved.  That is also the thing that I most want to pass down to my children.  It taught me about accepting a love that I did nothing to earn and didn’t really deserve.  Your love for me opened the door for me to begin to understand the kind of love God has for me.  I want to show that kind of love to my boys every day.

Thank you Dad.  That was a good one.

Happy Father’s Day.  I miss and love you more than you know.

Love and Blessings,

Bobbie

Happy Father’s Day to all of you dads out there.  May your day be filled with love and may you leave a strong legacy for your children.


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 have added to make it even funnier. I told him that he and I should partner together to write a children’s book.

Me: “You are super creative and I’m not a bad writer. We would be a great team!”
Gavin: “With my brains and your brawn, we would be unstoppable!”
😳🙄😂
#NotSmoothAtAll
#Gavinism

Happy Wednesday!

Love and Blessings,

Bobbie

Ps.  I ran this Hump Day Happiness plan past the boys to be sure they didn’t mind me posting their funny stories.  Laughs don’t come cheap, ya’all!  I have to pay 2 Hershey’s kisses to Gavin every time I use one of his #gavinism lines! 😉


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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 things and I thought just maybe someone else might find them meaningful too.

These lessons came after a rough start to our bedtime routine.  (Please tell me you’ve been there and that this doesn’t only happen in our home.)  It was going so well, and then, all of a sudden, it wasn’t.  Meltdowns ensued.  Consequences and corrective conversations had to happen.  The correction wasn’t really very sweetly given and even less sweetly received.  Earlier in the evening, the boys had asked to sleep in my room, but I had taken away that privilege as a consequence of the craziness that we had all just participated in.  Tears were shed.  By the time I had both kids in bed, we were all a little frazzled.

I was frustrated and worn, but was trying to bring a little peace back into our night before we all went to sleep.  I asked the boys to sit beside me in Gavin’s bed, and I reminded them that today had been a little rough and we needed to all work a little harder at being loving and respectful tomorrow.  I pointed out some of the areas that we struggled with throughout the day and mentioned that we all should try to do a little better tomorrow.  The list wasn’t a short one.  It hadn’t been our very best day and I wanted to use this as a teaching opportunity so that we could all improve in the areas that were problematic for us.  I wanted to drive this lesson home so that it stuck because I wanted tomorrow to be better for all of us.

My tender-hearted and wise-beyond-his-years 9 year old stopped me and said something that has been on my mind ever since.  He looked at me with very sad eyes and said, “Mommy, really, it has been a pretty good day.  There was way more good than bad. Right?”

You know what?  He was right.

It actually had been a pretty good day.  It wasn’t perfect, there was way more good than bad.  However, in my frustration, I was focused on all the bad moments that had happened.  Not only that, I made sure we were all focusing on them.  I was wrapping up a pretty good day together by dwelling on all of our mistakes.

Don’t we all tend to do that sometimes?  We forget about the day’s blessings because we let ourselves be consumed with the frustration of the moment.

I am all for looking at the areas we struggle in and finding ways to improve in those areas.  We all need to do that from time to time.  It is an important part of the growth process, but there is also a lot to be said for extending a little grace and mercy sometimes too.  God does that for us so often.  I am afraid that I don’t do it nearly as often.  I thought of the verse that I had read earlier that morning in Romans 2:4b that says that God’s kindness is meant to lead us to repentance.  Maybe a little kindness sprinkled in with my correction would do more to encourage a repentant heart in my kids than my list of wrong doings.  Hmmmm, God, are you trying to tell me something?

I finished tucking in my boys and then jumped into the shower to just physically and literally wash away the day.  Some of my best thinking happens in the shower, and tonight wasn’t an exception.  I couldn’t get Gavin’s words out of my mind.  I was reminded of my tendency to look at the frustrating moments and forget the bigger picture.  I was also reminded of God’s mercy and grace, and especially His kindness.  I thought about the times my heart was most often turned toward repentance, and I saw that it was most often due to His kindness.  He doesn’t throw my mistakes back in my face and make me confront them over and over again.  When I’ve asked for forgiveness and owned my failures, He forgets them and loves me like they never happened.  He’s way better to me than I deserve.  He is so patient and longsuffering with me.

I finished my shower and went back into my kids’ rooms.  It was obvious that both boys were having a hard time falling asleep after the emotional evening.  I told the boys what the Holy Spirit had pressed upon my heart.  I told them that most often, when we need God’s kindness the most is when we deserve it the least.  We had obviously had a rough night, but what we all needed was a little grace, love, mercy, and some kindness.

So, here I sit, typing away.  I’ve got one boy curled into his sleeping bag on the right side of my bed.  The other is sprawled across the top of his sleeping bag at the foot of my bed.  My heart is full as I reflect on the pretty good day that we had.  We definitely had a few hard moments, but, those few hard moments allowed us all to be reminded of the grace, love, and mercy that is always there waiting for us.  Those moments reminded me of God’s continual kindness that draws me to repentance.  Those moments, the words of my sweet boy, and the Holy Spirit,  taught me a lesson tonight that I hope sticks with me for a long while.

Love and blessings,

Bobbie

 

 


 

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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 a little fever.

Each morning, as part of our homeschool curriculum, my kids do some copy work form the Bible.  Monday morning, when I was feeling particularly cruddy, our verse to copy was Psalm 91:4a.  From my little alcove on the couch, I read aloud,

“He will cover you with his feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge…”

My oldest son was particularly interested in this verse and it started a pretty great conversation about the character and qualities of God.  That is one of the things that I cherish about homeschooling.  I love the way when something peaks our interest, we can take the time to delve into it.  On Monday, we took the time to do just that.

I shared a story with my kids that I remember hearing somewhere years ago.  It isn’t really Biblical, and probably not even factual, but I love the way that it illustrates this verse.  Because I was delirious with fever, I even acted it out for them.  You can imagine that as you read the story, if you would like.

Here goes.

A mama bird was in the forest when a forest fire broke out.  Her little babies were not big enough to fly yet and she knew they were not fast enough to get away from the fire.  The mama feared for her babies lives.  As the fire got closer the mama saw her only chance of saving her precious babies.  She opened her wings and crouched low to the ground and welcomed them under her feathers.  She gathered them tightly into her and wrapped them in the shelter of her wings.  The fire swept rapidly through the forest and the mama fell victim to the flames.  As the firemen came to put out the fire they saw the mama bird crouched there and heard a muffled noise.  The firemen picked up the mama bird and the babies were still there, unharmed, wrapped in the protective shelter of her wings.

I can’t remember where I heard this.  I’m not even sure it is possible.  But I love illustration that it provides.  Pretend with me for a moment, that it is possible.  Can you imagine being that baby bird?  As the fire rages and the world is in chaos, you are safely tucked in a place of refuge.

My oldest was a little skeptical about this story.  Wouldn’t the babies die too?  Why didn’t they all burn up?  Maybe.  I’m not really sure.  I hated to leave him questioning, but God, in His very cool, God like way, gave us another example yesterday.  I love when He comes through for me in those little ways that build up my faith and the faith of my kiddos.

You see, unfortunately, Sunday and Monday were just a little introduction to yuckiness that I was feeling.  Yesterday I felt awful.  In sheer desperation for some quietness, I turned to my very favorite substitute teacher, Amazon Prime.  We are studying zoology this year for Science, and the video, March of The Penguins, would not only tie in perfectly, it would give me an hour and twenty minutes of quiet.

God used this very interesting movie to illustrate this verse again for me and for my boys.  He gave us a perfect example of a real life scenario of the mama bid and the baby birds.  Penguin mamas lay one egg a year and then must rush off to get food.  The Daddy penguin is responsible for caring for the very delicate egg in the harsh Artic winter for months.  To do this, he sets the egg down on top of his claws and tucks it underneath of his tummy.  He snuggles down on top of it to completely envelop it IN THE SHELTER OF HIS FEATHERS.  As the ragged winter rages on and the artic winds blow, the Daddy penguin safely shields the egg from the cold and the storms.  His feathers trap in enough heat to keep the egg warm and they also provide protection against the elements.  His protective feathers keep the egg alive and safe so that it can hatch in the spring.

My boys and I discussed this and talked about how God is that place of refuge for us.  I compared it to my little sick bed that I had set up in the living room.  It was my place of comfort in the chaos of sickness.  It had everything that I needed and was a place that I felt safe and cared for.  Tucked away there, being sick wasn’t so bad.

As I explained to my boys, this world is a crazy place filled with chaos.  Fires tear through.  Cold winds blow.  Storms rage on.  But, Psalm 91:4 says that in the midst of all of the things that happen around us, God wraps us in his wings to offer us refuge and protection and shelter.  He is our calm in the storm.  He is our shelter from the forces that could harm us.  He is that comfortable, safe place to find rest.

When life gets a little crazy, we have the opportunity to be like those little baby birds.  God, like that mama bird, opens his wings to welcome us into His protection and provision, but we must go there.  We must be like that little penguin egg and stay nestled under our Father’s protective embrace.  He promises to be our place of peace, provision, protection, and comfort if we rest in Him.

So, maybe it is the Day-Quil or maybe it is the fever, but I can totally relate to the little egg and the baby birds.  I love knowing that my God offers me a refuge.  When I face trail and chaos in this life, I run into the open arms of my Father.  I look to him to provide that place of shelter and protection.  I look to Him to lovingly care for me, and I don’t fear because I’m nestled safely under his wings.

Love and Blessings,

Bobbie


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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 lot.  I know I get a lot right too.  I hope that the scales balance and that these boys get the best I have to offer more often than not.  These challenging and amazing fellas have been trusted to me by my Father and I desperately want to do right by them and by Him, so I just keep pressing on and praying hard and leaning on God for my strength.

But did I mention that it is hard work?

Things that matter typically are hard work!  Things that are meaningful take a lot of effort. They are difficult because they are shaping us, growing us, and challenging us to be and do better.  They require us to lean into Him for encouragement, support, and help.  I think that is kind of the point.

Do you know what I just love though?

When things get tough and I get weary and begin to question myself,  it is just like my loving Father to send me a little “hang in there girl, you’re on the right track” message.  He did that this morning.  (He does it a lot, but sometimes I’m too caught up in the craziness to notice.)

I was sitting at my usual morning spot, reading my Bible and writing out a verse in my journal that spoke to me, Zechariah 13:9 ironically enough, when my sweet 9 year old walked in with his Bible and sat down beside me and began reading from his.  He didn’t interrupt me.  I got a quick smile from this dimpled cheeked, bed headed cutie and he opened God’s word and dove in.  It was just what I needed this morning to give me that boost to keep on keeping on!

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Zechariah 13:9 “And I will put this third into the fire,and refine them as one refines silver, and test them as gold is tested.  They will call upon my name, and I will answer them.  I will say, ‘They are my people’; and they will say, ‘The Lord is my God.’”

So today, whatever it is that you are pushing through, whatever work God has called you to be faithful to; I just wanted to give you a little encouragement.  It can be tough.  It can make you weary and you may question yourself.  It is hard work and it is suppose to be.

Hang in there.  You’re on the right track.  Keep your eyes open for little messages of encouragement from God.  Keep on keeping on because he is refining you, growing you, stretching you, shaping you, and teaching you to lean into Him.

Love and blessings,

Bobbie

 


 

imageI’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 note on my dad:  He liked to hop around from one animal to the next depending on the year.  One year he might raise hogs.  One year he wanted cows.  We almost always had horses, mules, and chickens.  We even had a little pot bellied pig that lived in the house until it ran away!  But I digress.)

The animals required continual attention for their provision and their protection.  They depended on my dad and my brother for every aspect of their care and well being.

This morning I was reading in Ezekiel.  Most of chapter 34 is written to Ezekiel telling him to speak to Isreal and remind them that they are God’s sheep and He is their shepherd.  Much like my dad and brother (and even more so since my dad was a little wishy-washy as a farmer) a shepherd’s priority is provision and protection for his sheep.  God was judging those people who had led His sheep astray and was telling them that He would be their good shepherd and was giving them a promise for their future.

I just selected a few verses from This chapter to give you an idea of what God is saying here:

Ezekiel 34:4, 11-12, 16, 31 “You have not strengthened the weak or healed the sick or bound up the injured. You have not brought back the strays or searched for the lost. You have ruled them harshly and brutally.”  “For this is what the Sovereign Lord says: I myself will search for my sheep and look after them. As a shepherd looks after his scattered flock when he is with them, so will I look after my sheep. I will rescue them from all the places where they were scattered on a day of clouds and darkness. I will search for the lost and bring back the strays. I will bind up the injured and strengthen the weak, but the sleek and the strong I will destroy. I will shepherd the flock with justice.”  “You are my sheep, the sheep of my pasture, and I am your God, declares the Sovereign Lord.’”

Wow!  I was a little overcome as I remembered my dad and my brother chipping away ice from the horse trough on a frigid winter day, or cleaning the barn in the brutal heat on a humid summer day.  No matter the conditions, with no regard for their own comfort, they cared and tended their animals.  Because that’s what a farmer and a shepherd do.  They provide care for the livestock in their possession.  How much more so will our good shepherd care for us?!?

Father God,

Thank you for being the good shepherd.  Thank you for understanding that I’m a little sheep easily led astray and prone to wander.  Thank you for your loving guidance, your tender care, and your divine provision and protection.  Help me to trust you more and to fully rely on you as my shepherd.  Help me not to stray, but to stay safely by your side.  Father, I look to you for my needs.  I know that your love for me is true.  You truly are the good shepherd and I’m so thankful to be a sheep in your pasture!”

Amen!

Blessings and Love,

Bobbie

 


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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 Before:

As I mentioned, I’m an odd combination of OCD, chaos, and drama.  The OCD in me really enjoys an organized, regular, predictable plan.  I love lists and journals and organized approaches in some specific things.  I like to start my quiet time in a very predictable, well planned out way the evening before.

Before I go to bed at night, I lay out all of my materials.  When I have my time in the morning to study and pray, I like to have my journaling Bible, my binder, my journals, my pen, and my coffee.  I have one of those amazing coffee pots where you can make your coffee the evening before and set it to start brewing at a specific time.  I set mine for 5:10.  That’s 5 minutes before my alarm goes off.  That means that when I wake up in the morning, I can already smell that delicious Three Story Coffee percolating in the kitchen.  It’s pretty glorious!

Those are my necessities.  They each have a purpose that facilitates my time and how I use it.  When they are all lined up like that on my kitchen table, they are very hard to ignore in the morning.

The Drama:

Here is where my drama queen tendencies really help out my morning routine.  It’s also where I start to sound a little crazy, but hey, we all do what works best for us.  I like to imagine that I have a little coffee date with Jesus in the morning.  I’ve set my spot up and I picture his spot right there beside me.  I know he really does meet with me there each morning, so I go ahead and take the liberty of imagining that it’s our daily little coffee date.  (I don’t think He minds.)

I set three alarms five minutes apart.  5:05, 5:10, and 5:15.  (I really like my sleep, ok?!?)  when my last alarm goes off, I tell Jesus good morning and that I’m on my way.

I am aware that all sounds a bit silly, but here is why it works for me.  I am a super relational person.  Friendships and relationships are supremely important to me.  I would NEVER make a date with a friend and not show up.  I want to be a good friend, and Jesus just happens to be my best friend.  I dare not miss our morning coffee dates!

How I Study:

As I said, the OCD in me loves to wake up to a perfectly laid out table and a steaming coffee pot, but the chaos in me like to have a loose approach to the way that I actually do my study time.  There are a few standards that I like to follow, but my actual routine is flexible.

I always begin my time praying.  It’s not a big, deep, scholarly prayer.  Most often, my prayer is often just a little “thank you for meeting me here again this morning Jesus.  I’m ready to listen to you speak”. After that, I dive in to my Bible reading.  Currently I’m reading the Bible through from front to back, so I just pick up where I left off the day before.

I like to use a journaling Bible so I have space to underline, jot notes, ideas, and verses.  Beside my Bible is my journal.  I keep it open and as I’m reading through my Bible, I like to write out specific verses that jump out at me.  Reading them and then writing them out really helps me to to solidify them in my mind and store them in my heart. I learn best by doing, so I write a lot as I study.

I don’t like to have a specific reading schedule.  I read until I feel like God has spoken something to me.  When He has, I stop.  I make notes in the margin of my Bible.  I think on it a bit.  I write out the specific verse that struck me in my journal.  That’s it.  It’s not rocket science, but it has been what works for me.  Sometimes I will read chapters and chapters before something specific really grabs at my heart and sometimes it’s much shorter.  I try to just be sensitive to the Holy Spirit’s leading.  When He prompts me to think about something, I take the time to really consider it and then I process through it by writing out notes.

That consideration usually culminates in my prayer time.  Along with the OCD tendencies, I’ve got some serious ADD tendencies as well.  I get distracted easily and prayer can be difficult for me.  My mind wants to wander.  My solution is to write out my prayers.  It keeps my mind more focused.  I simply flip to the next page in my journal and write out whatever is in my heart.  It’s like my coffee time conversation with Jesus.  I write it as a letter to Him.  I have found that it is the easiest way for me to have focused prayer time.

I also keep a journal of prayers specifically regarding my hubby and my boys.  When there is something that I feel like requires specific prayer on their behalf, I pull that journal out and pray for those needs there.

The Rest of the Plan:

I’m a fan of lists and I love my handy dandy binder.  It’s like my little organizational hub.  I keep our weekly and monthly calendar in my binder along with our dinner menu, our weekly chore charts, info on work and homeschool projects, and my ever important to do list.  After my quiet time, I like to take all of this before God.  I thumb through my plans and look them over to get my bearings for the day.  Then I flip to a my blank To Do List for today.  I say a quick prayer asking God to give me a vision for what I need to do and then I jot down my priorities for the day.

Writing:

This is may all sound a bit out there, but it’s how I like to start each morning.  I intentionally get up a couple of hours before my kiddos and even before my husband.  I spend some focused time alone with Jesus and then I plan out my day.  It is what works for me and it seems to bring the level of crazy in my day down to a more manageable level.

I also have a hard and fast rule that I force myself to stick to.  I don’t allow interruptions during this time unless it’s an emergency.  (That’s easier to enforce because everyone in my house is often asleep.). I don’t look at my phone until after this time is over.  I don’t check Facebook or Twitter or my email or anything else until I’ve had my quiet time in the morning.  After I finish my quiet time and my to do list, then, if I feel inspired, I write.  That’s when I may log in to WordPress and blog.  I might log into Facebook and post on one of the ministry sites I help manage.  I may log into word swag and create some memes for social media ministry. My creative juices are usually flowing after some sweet time with Jesus and my mind is calm enough to write after I’ve tackled my daily plan.

The Challenge:

I’d love to encourage you to make your own game plan for each day.  I’d also love to hear about how you spend time with Jesus and how you start your day.

Love and Blessings,

Bobbie


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 meet my Jesus face to face will He be able to say “well done”?

The chaplain’s three things and my friend’s observation combine to summarize the I hope to leave. I hope that the who and the what that I leave behind are wrapped in together beautifully in  the legacy of faith that I leave with my family and my friends.  I want people to say, “Man!  She did her very best to be the hands and feet of a loving God to everyone that she came into contact with.  She loved Jesus and she loved his people.”

My Grandpa did. He was a faithful man. He loved Jesus and he loved others. He was gentle and kind.  He was so sweet.  He always had a smile for everyone he met.  I can’t recall him every saying a negative thing to anyone or about anyone.  He was truly a good man who walked out Jesus’ love by the way that he loved people.  The legacy that he leaves is the same legacy that I want to leave.

That sounds so simple, really.  But, we all know that it isn’t.  Loving people means opening up to them and letting them into your life and your heart.  It means going out of your way to invest time and energy into building a meaningful relationship with them.  It means daily living in a way that brings honor to God and points people in His direction.  That takes real dedication.  Heaven, help me because I have so much need for improvement in this!

I know with the Christmas season, we don’t want to dwell on things like this.  But what if the gift we gave to Jesus this year was one of a lasting legacy of love to the people He loves?  What a difference we could make if we decided to take steps daily to leave that kinds of a legacy of faith and love! What if we each focused our energy, time, and attention to leaving a legacy of faith for our family and friends?  I don’t know about you, but that is something I’d love to live out just like my grandpa did.

Blessings and love,

Bobbie

 

 


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 into this week.  Along with all of that, my grandpa, whom I’ve been in charge of caring for the last several years, is on hospice in the nursing home.  He’s battled Parkinson’s Disease and Dimentia for a long time and took a turn for the worse about 2 months ago.  It’s been a very long battle and has been so very heartbreaking to watch.

Just to make things a tad more interesting, all of this is happening on the same week that my Dad went into the hospital last year.  The one year anniversary of his passing is this coming Saturday.  That alone has been a very hard milestone to approach.  The emotion and the memories that just hit me out of the clear blue have been enough to knock me clean off of my feet at times.

Needless to say, I’ve been a walking train wreck on the inside all week.  I’m physically feeling sick and worn and emotionally feeling very raw.  I’ve been trying very hard to take care of my family, move past my own health stuff, and be there with my grandpa.  I’ve been trying to keep everything running smoothly.  On the outside, things probably didn’t look too bad, but on the inside I was a mess.

The results haven’t been pretty friends.  And would you like to know why?  Because I was trying to do it in my own strength and for my own benefit.  I was wearing myself into a frazzle trying to keep everything from falling apart all around me while keeping a smile firmly etched into place, because that’s what we think we are suppose to do.

Can I just be honest?  That’s an exhausting game to play.

Yesterday, I went to church and then came home and watched my boys decorate our Christmas tree.  When that was over, I packed my bag to go spend the rest of the day and evening with my Grandpa, by myself.  When I got into the car, I realized how tired I was, so I put on a podcast by Francis Chan to keep me awake and alert while I was driving.  It was so good.  I love when God just gives you this little random thought, like ‘maybe I will listen to this to stay awake’ and it turns out to be exactly what you really need to hear.  He’s good like that.

Anyway,  Francis Chan was speaking at a retreat for leaders in the church and asking them to quit trying to be something that they are not.  He was asking them to lay aside their phony facades of perfection and be real with their people.  He was calling them into transparency and authenticity because sharing our struggles is one of the most sure fire ways to help someone feel like they aren’t alone in theirs.  Not only that, but it shifts our perspective from one of ‘I must do all and be all’ to one of ‘God help me’.

It was just what I needed to hear.  I had been running myself into the ground all week desperately trying to keep everything around me from plunging into chaos.  I hadn’t asked for much help and hadn’t wanted to even admit how difficult the week had been.

So, last night when I pulled into the nursing home, I picked up my Grandpa’s hand and opened my Bible and gathered as much wisdom, peace, love, strength, direction, correction, and inspiration as I could find. When my Grandpa’s sweet nurse came in and asked how I was doing, I fell apart a little and told her how hard it was to watch this, especially after I sat in this same place exactly one year ago.  I readily accepted her hug and words of comfort.  I reached out to my personal friends and some of my sweet friends on Facebook and asked for prayers for comfort for my Grandpa and peace and strength for myself, and they responded in ways that bring tears to my eyes.  I came home and crawled into bed and was graceful to myself by letting myself sleep in a little later this morning because my body desperately needs the rest.  I’ve allowed my self time to read my Bible, reflect, process, and write this morning because that is the way I feel most connected to God.  I let go of the ‘do all and be all’ and starting saying ‘God help me’.

The weight of perception can be crushing.  Trying to keep all of the plates spinning in this circus act can be utterly exhausting.  We often refuse to give ourselves grace and mercy.  We don’t want to take off the mask of perfection because it’s possible that people will see that we really don’t have it all together.

Well, I’m here to tell you that I DO NOT have it all together.  I never have.  I’m sure I probably never will.  BUT yesterday and again this morning, I was reading through Isaiah and was so encouraged that I DONT HAVE to have it all together because I serve a God who does.  He is the beginning and the end.  He is my protector, provider.  His plans have been laid since the foundation of the earth and He never fails to keep his promises.  He loves me.  He has this whole great big world, and even my little tiny existence in it, firmly in His grasp.

I have no idea why last week was so rough.  And it’s entirely likely that this week could be equally as difficult.  But I know the one who created the moon and the starts and knit me together.  He loves me and my grandpa.  All that happens in this world and in my life will ultimately bring Him glory.  I know that I don’t have to be perfect or understand His plans because He is perfect and His plans are perfect.  As much as I can, I’m going to rest in that this week when things get difficult. As much as I’m able, I’m going to leave my mask off and show that the only hope I have of making it through is by clinging to the one who loves me and has this all firmly in the palm of His hand.

Isaiah 43:2-3a, 4a

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through the fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.  For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior…Because you are precious in my eyes, and honored, and I love you…”


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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 little strange to me.  I loved Jesus and was so thankful that He bore my sin and shame.  I gladly accepted His gift of salvation and did my best to repent and turn from sin.  I made some major changes to my life because I wanted to please my Heavenly Father.  But still.  Those fully sold out Christians weirded me out a little.  I wanted to love Jesus, but maybe not with everything I had.  I wanted to be set apart, but maybe not really far apart.  I didn’t want to just go totally off the deep end!

It has been roughly 14 years since I became a Christian.  And can I be really honest, here?  Up until recently (like really recently), those all in Christians still kind of weirded me out.  They intimidated me.  I just could not grasp how they could just live and love and praise and pray like they did.  It was uninhibited and bold.

But then something strange happened.  Maybe it’s the time that I’ve spent in my Bible lately.  As strange as it sounds, I’ve fallen head over heels in love with God’s word.  He draws me to it like a magnet.  Maybe it’s the amazing Sisters in Christ he has placed in my life who help point me to Him.  Maybe it’s the books that some of these friends have recommended.  Maybe it’s the time I’ve been able to spend engaged in small groups and in Church.  Maybe it is the powerful messages of healing and love from the retreat I attended this weekend.  Maybe it is that He has been at work in my heart for a very long time.  Maybe it’s the community (real life and on line) that I’m beyond blessed to be a part of.  Maybe it is that I’m finally getting out of my own way.  I’m not even sure exactly what the catalyst was that brought about the change, but I think I’m becoming one of them!  AND IT REALLY WEIRDS ME OUT!

What is even weirder though, is that it doesn’t really scare me anymore. Strike that.  That’s not entirely true.  It doesn’t scare me, but not as much as it use to.  It still scares me a little, but instead of seeing it as weird, I see it as absolutely beautiful.  And, oddly enough, I’m kind of excited about going off the deep end.

I can feel God calling me to go all in.  I can feel Him asking me to just close my eyes and not be afraid to jump off of the deep end.  Have you felt that?  (Please tell me I’m not the only one because then I’d have to really wonder if I am, in fact, a little weird.😉)

I can feel His tugging on my heart to fully commit to the life He has called me to.  I can feel His urging me to turn over the things that I’ve been hesitant to let go of.  He wants those things that I’ve held on to a little too tightly because it might be a little uncomfortable to let them go.  He is calling me to give him the hurt from my past, my stored up pain, my heart that’s been broken and mended, my time that I want to keep for myself, my present and the things I give myself to, my future and my plans.  Really, I can feel Him asking for my all.  And even though it may seem a little like going off the deep end, I’m going to just willingly hand it over.

Because, I’ve not really done a great job managing those things all by myself.  Matter of fact, I’m kind of a hot mess.  If you get a grade for trying, then I’m an A+ student.  However, as far as performance goes, I’m more than a little lacking.  I still let my past tangle me up.  I still let this tattered heart lead me in more decisions than it should.  I still guard my time and my plans like they are my own to control.  I still cling to my own visions for my future.  And that’s ok.  Because God works at His own pace in each of our lives.  Obviously, He knows I’m a slow learner and more than a little stubborn since I’m still very much a work in progress after 14 years.  That’s what grace and mercy are for.  So, as much as possible, I’m going to get out of the way and let Him have control.

Are you there too?  Are you feeling Him lead you just a little out of your comfort zone?  Is He calling you to step out of the norm?

It’s ok.  Just jump with me.  He’s trustworthy.  He’s faithful.  He’s good.  He’s true.  He’s strong and powerful and Holy.  He loves us.  He has plans for us.  He’s big enough to catch us.  He’s great enough to lead us.  He won’t fail us.  He’s got this even if we don’t.

So, weird or not, I’m going all in.  See you in the deep end!

Love and blessings,

Bobbie


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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 and with love in their hearts, they fail you.  As Christains, we are called to forgive and to continue to act in love regardless.

We’ve all had friends that have failed us.  Maybe a confidence has been breached.  Maybe you’ve been betrayed.  Even the truest friend isn’t infallible.  People simply can’t be perfect.  We understand that basic fact of human nature and we forgive and move forward in love.

Maybe it’s a spouse that has broken your trust.  Marriage is hard, friends.  When two flawed people come together, there is bound to be some difficulties.  Even the strongest and most loving marriages have experienced some level of hurt.

I adore my husband.  He is one of the best men I’ve ever met. He is so kind and caring and compassionate.  He is so forgiving and so loving.  He is generous beyond belief.  However, our marriage has been littered with issues that involve hurt or broken trusts.  Every marriage is to one degree or another.  We’ve both made mistakes and we have both caused hurt.  Regardless, of the challenges that we faced, we embrace our Christian duty to forgive, to be united, and to daily walk forward in love.

Just maybe, it is your own self that you don’t trust.  There may be some thing that you are struggling with that has caused you to be the one who breaks trusts or causes hurt.  Hurting people sometimes hurt people.  It’s often unintentional.  I know I’ve been guilty of this.  I know that I’ve acted out of pain in a way that has caused hurt to people that I love.  But I also know that God can forgive, redeem, and restore.

Here is where all of this gloom and doom takes a beautiful turn for the better.  People will fail us.  We will even fail ourselves.   It is a given.  We are sinful people in this flesh.  However, that doesn’t mean that we should ever become hard hearted.  We should never allow bitterness or unforgiveness to take root in our hearts or in our relationships.  We should always seek forgiveness, restoration, and love.

Our hope doesn’t lie in people.  Our hope lies in a God who is powerful enough to walk us through any hurt or broken trust that we may face.  He is who we look to.  We know people will fail us, but we know that God never will.

Psalm 62:8

“Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.”

If you are in that place where your trust has been broken or your heart is hurting, look to the one who takes brokenness and makes it beautiful.  Pour our your heart to him.  Let Him be your refuge.  He has the power to forgive.  He gives the power to forgive.  He has the power to redeem and restore.  He has the power to change hearts and minds.  He specializes in taking situations and people that seem too far gone, and turning them in to a beacon of hope.  He is trust worthy.

He does that in each and every one of us when we trust in him for salvation.  He promises that if we call out to him in our brokenness, ask him for forgivenness, repent, believe in Jesus, trust in His name, and follow him; he will save us from death and hell.  If He has the power to save our souls, He has the power to redeem any situation or relationship here on earth.

He is worthy of trust.  He is strong and mighty.  He is good.  He is forgiving and loving.  He is merciful and full of grace.  He is the God who redeems and restores.  He takes our brokenness and makes it beautiful.

And He desperately wants you to trust in Him.  First, He wants you to trust in Him for salvation.  After that, He wants you to realize that you can trust Him to redeem and restore other areas in your life as well.  He wants to heal broken hearts and broken relationships and broken people.

The verses leading up to Psalm 62:8 are a beautiful example of why we can trust him.  As you read these verses, meditate on them.  Remember His saving power.  Think about the fact that He is the only rest for our troubled souls.  Trust Him to redeem and restore.  Turn all of that brokenness over to Him.  Trust in Him to make it beautiful.

Psalm 62:5-8

Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.

Love and blessings,

Bobbie


Do you ever feel like the more you learn, the more you realize that you don’t know?  Man, I feel that way that a lot.  The more I study something or try to understand a situation that I thought I mostly understood, the more I see its complexities.  I realize I didn’t know as much as I thought I did.  So, I keep trying to get a better understanding and as I study, some things become clear and some times I realize there is still so much I don’t know.

Can I be honest?  Sometimes I feel that way as I look at life and it’s situations.

I KNOW God.  I KNOW Jesus.  I KNOW what He did for me.  I KNOW His love.  I KNOW these things because I’ve experienced them.  I have felt His presence and I’ve experienced His hand on my life.  I believe and have faith because I KNOW, from personal experience, of His love, mercy, Grace, and forgiveness.

But, the more I read my Bible and study the character of God, the more I understand how much of a mystery He is.  His ways are so far above mine that sometimes I just have to trust in complete faith.  That’s a big part of faith, the act of just believing.

I love studying the Old Testament because I love learning about God’s character.  I’ve learned so much about His love, His mercy, His patience, His kindness and His long suffering.  I’ve learned how gracious He is to a people who just can’t seem to get it right and continually fail Him.  I’ve learned that He is true to His word.

I’ve also learned that He is so much more than I could grasp.  I’ve learned I can’t comprehend all He does and all He allows.  I don’t fully understand the plan.

BUT He sees the beginning and the end and works accordingly.  He isn’t limited at all by the tiny view of things that I am limited by.

This morning in my Bible reading, I was just awe struck by a couple of verses.  1Kings 12:15 says “…for  this turn of events was from the Lord to fulfill His word…”  And 1Kings 12:24 says…”for this is my doing…”

Wow!  What a powerful, mighty, sovereign God!  His hand can be seen in everything!  The good  and the seemingly bad.

Both of these verses reference situations that weren’t particularly pleasant at the time.  But, they show God working out His master plan to bring His people back to Him.  Because He loves them that much.  Because He is good and mighty and sovereign.

I can only relate it to this;  just like sometimes as a parent, I have to allow my kiddos to experience both the good and the bad of life to be a loving parent, our Father allows us the same opportunity.  Because that is a part of His character too.  He is rightous and just.  He is sovereign.  He is omnipotent.  He is a good Father who looks at the long term when He is growing and shaping His children.

So, even though I don’t always understand the situation I’m walking though, I can trust in Him because I KNOW the one who is in control of it.  I KNOW His plan for me is good and that His purpose is for me to grow closer to Him. I don’t have to understand or to have all the answers, because I trust the one who does.