Waiting, Writing, Waiting, Writing…

Have you watched the movie Facing Giants? Here is a short scene I want you to watch:

God has given me a vision. It is a big one. One that I cannot make happen myself. One that I have to trust God to do in His time and in His way. At times this dream seems unreachable and things don’t seem to fall into place like I think they should. Doors are not opening up, rejection notices come, my e-mail box remains empty. When I start to despair I remember this scene. Am I trusting that God will bring the rain? If I am then I must prepare my fields.

My dreams for sharing Him with others through the written and spoken word are huge. I know that God can do it through me and that I cannot do it myself. I am humbled when one person says my writing blessed him or her. I am honored that God would use me to point other to Jesus. Oh that all our hearts would burn for Him.

So while I wait for the rain, I write. I submit. I fail. I succeed. I wait. I write. I speak. I fail. I succeed. All of it is for God’s glory. All of it is to bring praise to Him. All is because He loves me enough to give me breath and words and thoughts. All for Him.

So as I am praying for rain for this ministry, for articles I have submitted, for the book I am writing, for speaking engagements, for women struggling with infertility, for others struggling with dark times, for us all to be more like Him, will you pray with me? Will you pray that I will obey and wait and write and prepare my fields? I can’t wait to see the God’s sized harvest God is going to reap through this ministry. I am so glad that you want to be a part of it.

How can you help me?

1. Pray (I have submitted three articles. I am waiting to know if the editors have accepted them. I am also working on one more and finishing my book)
2. Tell your women’s ministry director about me. (I would love to come and speak at your church)
3. Tell your friends about me and my blog.

Now how can I pray for you? Leave a comment or if you need to click on the contact me and send me an e-mail. I would love to lift you up in prayer.

Three Empty Chairs

My blessings have been prodding and poking the painful places in my soul lately. As God is apt to do He uses their naivety to shed light on things I would prefer to leave in the dark. He shakes me awake through them as they open their hearts to me…

“Mommy, I want another baby in this house.”

“So do I my child, so do I,” I whisper to myself and then I pray again for a miracle. Either in my body, on my doorstep, or in my and my family’s hearts.

For all would be true miracles of God…a baby in a womb as good as dead;
a child who needs adopted with no strings attached, no painful search, no doubt he or she is ours;
or God’s work in our hearts changing the longing to contentment, not contentment to wait or the hard fought peace that comes while we wait for God’s miracle, no the heart change that knows and rests knowing the miracle is in the changed heart.

“Three empty chairs mommy. Who can we invite to fill them?”

Who to invite to our three empty chairs? Three…yes three empty chairs. Three babies who were only held in my womb not in my arms, but there is more in that number…Yes who to invite to fill our chairs? God our Father, God the Son Jesus, and God the Holy Spirit. Three separate, yet all one. The perfect trio to fill our chairs, calm our longing hearts, and to sit with us while we await our miracle.

While you wait for a miracle from God, who are you inviting to wait with you? I would love to pray with you. What miracle are you waiting for? Click the comment link at the top of this post.

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Blessedly Frustrated

I have to admit that lately I have felt FRUSTRATED! I have made no less than nine calls to service departments for repairs around the house in the last month. Not to mention that my van’s paint job is peeling, the CD player broke, and the breaks are starting to squeal. Then there is the cleanliness of the house. Toys, clothes, dirty dishes all screaming, “put me away,” or “clean me then put me away.” It is overwhelming, and when things don’t work or break, my frustration only mounts. My heart feels tight, my heart rate increases, my shoulders and neck tense up. I am irritable, short-tempered and generally no fun. Really? Is the frustration over things worth it? Sure I expect the things I purchase to work, but allowing myself to get so upset because they don’t is ridiculous. It is just like watching my children throw themselves on the floor crying because I told them they can’t have a snack. Is it worth it? NO. However, they are children. I am an adult and I have better coping mechanisms, at least I should.

I let my life get hung up on what I expect and what I want, and I miss out. My joy becomes wrapped up in capricious electronics, appliances, vehicles, children attitudes, or my spouse’s choices. I can choose to live in frustration or I can learn the lesson of Proverbs 14:4. It says, “Where there are no oxen, the manger is empty, but from the strength of an ox comes an abundant harvest.” So where there is no house there are no broken windows or messed up appliances. When you do not have a car, there is no paint to peel. There is no need for toys if there are no children. There would be no mess, no frustration, but there would also be no blessing, no joy, no abundant harvest.

So here is the challenge to all of us. When we start to get frustrated, let’s take that as a clue to stop and thank God for something. Instead of saying, “UGH, the air conditioning isn’t working again.” Then allowing the weeping and gnashing of teeth begin. We will stop and thank God for a house and the fact that we live in a country that air conditioning is an option. When the dirty laundry and dishes are about to drive us batty. We won’t allow our blood pressure to sky-rocket, no we take a deep breath and thank God for clothes and dishes to wash. This way we can be blessedly frustrated.

What is something you are blessedly frustrated over? Leave a comment and let me know.

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