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Rein it in!

Sometimes doing wrong isn’t deliberate. Sometimes it is simply the lack of focus on doing right. At least that is usually the case for me. I don’t know about you, but I don’t often set out to make a slew of bad choices, but occasionally (or often, depending on the week) I find myself in a place where I am standing, dumbstruck, wondering how I ended up in the situation that I am in. Does this just happen to me? I think it is safe to say that it probably doesn’t. I found the explanation for it this morning in my Bible reading in 2 Chronicles and it hit me like a ton of bricks. 2 Chronicles 12:14 ESV says, “And he did evil, for he did not set his heart to seek the Lord.” This verse is talking about Rehoboam, King of Judah, but it might as well have

Change Is In The Air: 31 Days Of Change

I just love new beginnings and fresh starts.  I love the opportunity to wipe the slate clean.  Today is the first day of a new month.  We are in a new season.  Change is in the air. And I’m so ready for change. My heart aches for it.  My soul longs for it. I want to truly grasp Christ’s love for me and rest easy in my identity in Him.  I want His love to overcome all the muck that weighs me down.  I want to understand the character of God and trust in Him fully.  Just like the seasons are visibly changing, I want to see real, evident change in my heart and in my life. Don’t you? I’m a tough nut to crack though, and change doesn’t come easy for me.  I’ve learned that on my own, I tend to just make things a big ol’ mess, so

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

like a roller coaster

Man, lately my life just seems to be hovering in the unknown.  Have you been there, in that phase of life when things just don’t seem to make a lot of sense?  I seem to be there a lot lately.  It’s not even a bad thing.  It’s just different for me. I’m pretty good at just rolling with things.  Although I love order and a control, I’m not to shabby at just flying by the seat of my pants sometimes too.  This is different though. This is not flying by the seat of my pants.  There is still a bit of control in that.  Most of the time, I still get the choice of where, when, and how to fly and when not to. This is a little more out of my control than that.  This phase of life almost seems like a roller coaster ride.  There is a track

My constant

Sometimes during my quiet time, word just jump off the page of my Bible and connect deeply to my heart.  They get me thinking and feeling and really understanding God’s character. Yesterday, I wrote about wanting to have faith to just bravely step out into God’s plan like Rebekah did.  I mentioned that sometimes I question and sometimes I even doubt. Then today, these two verses just flew off of the page and landed squarely in my heart.  They were like the part b to my thoughts from yesterday.  These verses were like a healing balm for a questioning soul.  They comfort me and remind me that God cares for me enough to encourage me when I’m weak.  I love when God does that! “…Do not be afraid, for I am with you…”  Gen 26:24b “…Surely the Lord is in this place and I did not know it…”  Gen 28:16b

God is…

Man, sometimes life can be difficult!  It seems like so many people that I love are under attack right now.  I’ve been under attack.  Sometimes things get hard.  It can be easy to feel a little overwhelmed by the chaos and strife that is just an ugly part of life. Sickness, loss of loved ones, hurt, discontent, job loss, distraction, discouragement…  The list can go on and on.  And it often does.  Sometimes the casualties of life just pile up and we lose heart a little. I was reading in 2 Samuel today and just felt really connected to David.  He just struggled sometimes.  This poor guy has gone through it all. He came from a poor family.  He spent the better part of his life under attacks from his king, his enemies, even his own family.  He failed God is some pretty big ways and had to deal with

me too

Today I was reminded of two little words that instantly create a bond.  These two little words can quickly turn strangers in to friends. me too I spoke at our local MOPS meeting on repurposing.  More accurately, I spoke about the work of repurposing furniture and drew some parallels to the way that Jesus has repurposed my life. I was a little nervous.  Speaking doesn’t really bother me.   What made me nervous was that I really felt led to drop any pretenses and just be vulnerable and transparent.  Just putting myself out there has always been a little difficult for me.  I have a lot of baggage and a lot of junk.  It’s not always easy to just leave all of that exposed. It’s scary. but It’s also beautiful in the hands of God.  And sometimes necessary. You see, by sharing our story- even the ugly parts- we can