Splashin’ Glory

Christmas Denial

2012-01-03T19:06:00.000-08:00

I admit it already. The first step is admitting it right? Doesn't really matter because I am blissfully enjoying my denial. Christmas cannot possibly be over. I simply will not allow it.

My decorations refuse to budge. The tree (thankfully it's fake) stands triumphantly blazing lights in the corner of the room. Banisters all decked out and red velvet blankets still snuggle on our couch. Officially our family has decided to continue celebrating all month. Boxes to be filled with red and green will not come of out the garage until the end of January.

Yes, I know we are hosting celebrations and people at our home. Quite possibly hundreds of people will pass through our doors this month and see our faux pas. It only makes me smile and giggle all the more.

Christmas cannot be contained in a month. The joy of celebrating what Jesus has done for me, my family, my everything simply doesn't fit into 31 days. Our home bubbled over with love, friends, family and hearts wide open to Him. We ushered into 2012, thankful for the past and expectant for all that lies ahead in the future.

So, what's the harm in celebrating a bit more. If a lit tree and sparkling ornaments of God's faithfulness brings smiles to all of our faces, then this mom says leave them up. If a manger scene reminds us that each day is all about Him and not about us, why tuck it away so soon. And if our family all agrees and friends who visit shake their heads and smile, why not?

From our home to yours Merry Christmas. And yes, I know it's already January, but we're still celebrating over here and would love to have you join in the festivities.

Finish Before You Start

2011-12-06T06:51:00.001-08:00

Any builder knows it ... the secret to building exactly what you want ... finish before you start.

Imagine our family huddled around a giant tree, deciding to create a treehouse for our kids. My oldest looks up and says "a good tree house ", my youngest shrugs "a fun one." Doesn't help much. In reality ... He wants a ladder to climb, a big window, what about a rope swing, and the dreams soar.

To build our perfect treehouse, we have to finish it first. We draw out the plan, sketch the dreams, make our calculations accordingly. Once we finish it, we can start to build.

In my journey, of train up a momma, it's much the same. I needed to finish before I started, to see the end project of children raised and loved and thriving and changing their world. Finishing before I start, determines the steps I need to do to get there.

I realized it was impossible to to know how to train my kids, if I didn't know what I wanted in the end.

The common answers ... Good kids. Kids that love God. Kinda like a good tree house. How do you build it? Knowing specifically what we want, the end result, enables my hubby and I to use the right tools, purchase the supplies, and build.

Builders draw blueprints ... mommas cast a vision.

To have a vision for my kids. Without one, our hopes and dreams for our kids shrivel and die. I realized that a vision is a vital part of parenting because it is what guides me to the finish line. It keeps me on track, reminding me of what I'm doing and the why.

Honesty here, wide open ... my parenting a bit weak in vision and inconsistent at times. One day my boys would do something and I was fine. The next, it was too much and momma went off. They didn't always know what to expect. Neither did I. Without vision, it was hard to give direction because I didn't know where I was going.

The vision we created for our boys, the first step in our journey. It is our guide along the way, keeping us on the path of great parenting.

"There is a principle here that applies to you and me: God takes small, imperfect things and builds them into a habitation for his glory. O, how we should take courage in our little spheres of influence! And is this not the message of Advent and Christmas?

What more appropriate word could God have said to Mary as Jesus was growing up: Take courage, young mother, you build more than you see. And so it is with every one of us. Nothing you do is a trifle if you do it in the name of God. He will shake heaven and earth to fill your labor with splendor. Take courage, you build more than you see." - John Piper

Train Up A Momma

2011-11-28T17:01:00.000-08:00

Let the Training Begin ...

Tis time ... When you really want something, dream it, eat it , live it, you train for it. Only the ones that train with dripping sweat and a determined stride ever really grab the prize.

"Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way to get the prize." - 1 Corinthians 9:24

Tis time ... This momma is lacing on her running shoes. Going into training, for a real prize, the hearts of my children. Entering into training, to be the best, the best mom imaginable for my boys. Going after a real prize.

Tis time ... A house full of first time obedience with a happy heart. Love lived out loud oozing from every room and smiling face. A world where my children have taken what I give to them and carry it on ... from generation to generation.

Tis time to share ... Our family, amazing realities in each day as we've been in training for a bit now. I invite you to join me on my journey ... to train up a momma.

"All good athletes train hard. They do it for a gold medal that tarnishes and fades. You're after one that's gold eternally. I don't know about you, but I'm running hard for the finish line. I'm giving it everything I've got." - 1 Corinthians 9:25-26 Message

Spunk Filled Days

2011-11-26T13:50:00.000-08:00

From our family to yours ...

Thankful for the fun, spunk, and love wrapped up in our family. Thankful for a beautifully busy season of life, filled to the brim with snuggles, baseball, puppy kisses, and love out loud. Thankful for a place to come and celebrate all the goodness and splash around for a bit.

What tops your thankful tank today?

Puppy Momma Love

2011-10-11T08:33:00.000-07:00

Puppies chew. Puppies howl at night. Puppies take extra time. Puppies grow to 55 pounds.

Take a wild guess, which one is the pup? The one on the right, the beautiful big and slobbery ball of love that has forever changed our lives and left giant puppy prints on my heart.

In my wild abandon to leave loveprints all around, I faced challenges. My selfishness screamed loud when I realized the boys and man in my life truly wanted a big dog. I'm a snuggly momma type, not a big dog gal. To put them first, I jumped into puppy world and we were blessed with our Judah boo.

A daily act of love to my family. The extra work for momma. Feeding, bathing, training, learning to love all rolled into one soft black pup. The battle raged inside. Did I make the right decision? Ugh, he chewed, this is so hard. Potty training, really. Why do I feel like I'm the only one taking care of their dog? Is it really love if its always easy?

He was a bit skittish, not as friendly as I imagined. We resolved, "the more we love him, the better dog he will be ..." With each hug and belly scratch, he melted. In the process, I chose to love and he changed me. Love really never fails.

This walk of love, a beautiful journey. I wish I could triumphantly say that I master eat with each day on the calendar. Some days, I shrug, breathe grace deep, wrap in His love and walk on. Others I skip as I realize in heart that His love is already shed abroad in my heart ... and I smile as I open the latch wide.

Each step brings another adventure, today covered in puppy kisses.

A Day to Change the World

2011-10-04T18:38:00.000-07:00

I have no doubt the day will come ... This lady lu will be reaching the lives of His little ones. Taking the kingdom to the ones to which it belongs, to those who have yet to hear. If you sat with me, sipped some green tea medley and chatted, it would bubble out. No secret, children around the world hold countless strings to my heart. The ache remains down deep. The good kind that spurs us on. Burns passion alive with hope for what is to come.

A day will come to change the world. I just realized it's Today.

For today, a joy sets before me. To pick up heaps of little boy clothes, damp with boy sweats of wrestle and play, and breathe in deep. To stand at the sink scrubbing dishes and clinks of glasses for far too many hours, giggling as dish soap bubbles overtake the never polished fingernails. To realize that the cans that fill so quickly with trash will one day never quite seem to fill fast enough. To sit at the top of the stairs, surrounded by puppy kisses, random cars and baseballs, laundry that awaits and be lost in the sheer bliss of mayhem that encircles.

And to embrace today and change the world. As baseball scorer, mighty dishwasher, princess warrior bringing heaven, tummy tickler, snuggle reader, laundry folder ... As momma.

Change your world today. I am.

Of Sheep and Joyness

2011-09-27T16:52:00.000-07:00

My boy spoke a new word, one that I grabbed and tucked into my own vocabulary. Joyness. A word to describe the type of day I choose. An emotion I choose to splash in each day.

First things first, setting the joyness for our day. As momma, my mood casts a shadow or rays of sunshine on the day ahead as sleepy boys tumble out of bed.

Flipping the pages of my battle plan, the victory for my day wrapped in God's Word of love and hope, I turn to well worn Psalm 100 and declare it in faith over our day ...

"Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth. Worship the Lord with gladness; come before him with joyful songs. Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and we are his, we are his people, the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations." - Psalm 100

A simple act. It sets my emotions on joyness. It sets my day on the right path. And sometimes, you can even hear some baaaaaa coming from our house throughout the day.

How To Choose A Path

2011-09-20T17:24:00.000-07:00

Walking down a path ... a path of choice. Each day a choice to be led by the spirit or by my emotions. Step by step, learning the difference between the two, sharing what I'm learning along the journey.

No blame game. I cannot shift the focus and lash out. I must take responsibility for the paths I have walked down, the paths I have chosen to trod. I know it's not the norm. Blaming parents, God, circumstances seems so much easier. Ultimately the facade of ease and blame lulls me right back into the prison. A prison locked tight by uncontrolled emotions.

"When tempted, no one should say, "God is tempting me." For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does he tempt anyone; but each one is tempted when, by his own evil desire, he is dragged away and enticed." -James 1:13-14

Straight up, there it is. Our own evil desires drag us away. When my uncontrolled emotions lead my choices, my behavior, they pull me away from the path my God has for me. No place to blame. No reason to blame. The path I'm on, I chose it. Good news though, if it's not the path I need to be on, I can choose another.

I determine which path my emotions take. Woohoo! Doing a little happy dance. Don't you see, I can choose. When I blow it and meet Mrs. Grump, I can stop right there, standing on the path. I can choose to hop to another one and skip along. I'm not bound by the thistles along the paths, the circumstances that line the day. I make the decision and determine the path of my emotions.

I can choose to

"Set my affection on things above, not on things on the earth." Colossians 3:2

And with each choice I make, choosing to set my emotions on Kingdom good stuff, the earthy icky fades away. I'm choosing a path that leads to a beautiful today and doesn't kick up dust on others around me.

When You Meet Mrs. Grump

2011-09-13T17:56:00.000-07:00

We all know the feeling ... standing in line at the grocery store, kids in tow, and the lady in front of you has a hissy fit at the register. In times such as these, you double up kindness, thankful the kids are in sweetness mode as well.

We can whisper a breath blessing over them as they storm out of the store. And the same at the car speeding down the highway in a race no one can see. But what do I do when I look in the mirror and see her staring back at me? When I meet Mrs. Grump.

The mirror doesn't lie. Honest reflection reveals that I allow far too often the circumstances that surround to dictate my day, my emotions, my me. And Mrs. Grump snarls in my home.

I've decided I'm done with her. I am learning to be led by the Holy Spirit and not my emotions. After all, the fruit He produces, love, joy, peace, kindness, gentleness ... leaves no room for grump. That's just it. The secret hidden for us to find, hidden in a living book that changes lives, changes mine letter by letter.

Each day, my choice. To be led by my emotions or to align them with His Word. True, I live in an emotion packed world. Yet I will no longer allow them to dictate my daily life. Mrs. Grump, Mrs. Frustrated, Mrs. (insert your own adjective) is emotional driven momma. No, I prefer the spirit led momma ...

"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Against such thing there is no law." - Galatians 5:22-23

Spirit fruit tastes much better, just ask my family. It's the sweet stuff, dripping with goodness and giggles, filling my pantry, better yet ... filling my home.

Of Celebration and Things to Come

2011-09-05T06:26:00.000-07:00

Bright eyes, early morning. Rubbing sleep away, joy overtakes my thoughts. It seems like just yesterday, we stepped out in faith. Once more, letting God lead us to a new place. From the mission field back to our home country.

Simple faith to lay down our dreams for His. To trust that as always He would be our Jehovah Jireh and His provisions would be seen. To step out of the boat onto the crashing waves as He called us to come home.

Tears well up in these sleepy eyes. Tears of joy for all our God has done in us. Leading us into a time of refreshment, rest, and rejuvenation. Of strengthening and showering us with His love and blessings.

We came back to change the world. Our passion for reaching the lost and teaching the truth of His love and grace only grows stronger. Our God, faithful always.

Be encouraged today. Wherever you are as you follow your dreams for your life, trust in Him. We have forever been ruined for the ordinary and look forward to the extraordinary days ahead.

When Brothers Teach Momma

2011-08-11T16:09:00.001-07:00

His hand clutches the pencil, eraser picked and chewed. Concentration etched on his dimpled face as his tongue tip slips into the hard working pose. Handwriting. School. Momma stops and reads the words. From his paper, straight to my heart.

"A true friend is always loyal and a brother is born to help in time of need."- Proverbs 17:17

Only 6, tomorrow 7. In such short years, he loves much. In sweetness he forgives easily. In brother quarrels he says he's sorry when he has done nothing wrong. He hugs and kisses with lavish abandon. He gives his best to others, always prefers his brother. Not something taught, he just is. At his party, he will ask his brother to sit with him and open their gifts together. He always has. When asked where he would like to go, anywhere in the world, India he answers. To take bandaids to the children who live on the street and Bibles.

Brothers live. Momma learns. In my years, a longing to be known for loving much. In sweetness to forgive easily. Humility, doing everything to live at peace with everyone. Hugs and kisses, always, showering love on those dearest and near. Giving my best to others, my brothers and sisters that share my Abba. Someday, India .... to walk with him side by side. And inviting others to the party at the end of time. Sitting down and opening our gifts together.

I walk step by step, teaching him and holding his hands for his first. He teaches me step by step in living and loving.

Happy happy birthday my bold one. Keep leading your generation into all of the promises of God and teaching the mommas how to do the same.

How to Set A Table For Always

2011-07-18T19:20:00.000-07:00

A table taught me. Tugged me. Challenged me. Tripped me up in a single tear trickling down your face good way.

A legacy table. Set with memories to honor life. All the day. All today. I remember this table and smile. Each item chosen, set before us to share a glimpse of a life full of true feasting.

Pictures of family, smiling wide. Love etched in the reflection of glass. Table cloth spread from a village, a gift most likely given to honor one who went to reach the lost. A freshly delivered pizza, sharing a bit of spunk and zest for life. In the center, a well worn Bible, worn from years of use, spine cracked, leather crinkled. A true legacy.

I pause today. I realize that each day I set my table. A table before my loved ones, my friends, my King. A legacy not with silverware and dishes, but in actions, in deeds, in faith lived out.

We set a table each and every day. My children, a gift to a generation that I will not see, sit next to me, drinking in and feasting at my table. So how, how, how do I set a table for always?

"Love the Lord your God with all of your heart and with all of your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates." - Deut. 6:5 - 9

Love Him. Live it. Get it deep down. Share it. Don't keep quiet, speak up, shout it loud. Look for the moments in everyday to talk about the good stuff of God. (sitting at home, driving down the road, sitting at a table) Get your hands dirty doing something with it. Think about it, let it be your focus, like a tattoo smack dab in the middle of your forehead. Share it with your neighbors, that everyone who enters your home will know that life with God is real and good and something they want. Do a little doorframe or blog posting.

I'll be busy setting my table, and looking forward to feasting at yours.

When The Ball Goes Foul

2011-06-15T20:46:00.000-07:00

A sign adorns a local church near our home, announcing a new sermon series. "When Life Throws You Curve Balls" Wanna know my first response .... Hit it out of the park.

Seriously, I've been digging into the ultimate playbook and no where can I find that we are supposed to accept defeat, dismay, striking out in life, or any such lot. Yes I know that sometimes the world pitches junk at us, but we have an umpire calling those nasty balls for what they really are. He knows the good stuff. He tells us how to live it, how to hit every ball out of the park, no matter what is pitched at us. And how to run the bases all the way home.

God already secured our victory, He sent His Son to step up to the plate for us. It looked like He struck out big time, nailing him to the wooden posts for all to see. Little did they know, He was playing the final game, the World Series, not simple backyard baseball. He won for all of us. Handing us the victory in ever situation, every game, every pitch we could encounter in life.

I've been learning some things, watching my little boys play baseball on a little league team for the first time. They rocked the baseball world. They believed they would. We can do the same if only we would believe that greater is He that is in us than he that is in the world.

You can never strike out with a foul ball. Keep hitting, over and over, getting just a piece of it. You get another shot at the ball. How many times have I given up. Stepped away from the batter box because I felt like I was defeated. No more. I'm swinging, getting a piece of it each time. Eventually I will hit it out of the park, and until then I'm will not be defeated and I will not quit.

How you practice is how you'll play the game. During the intense times, what is in you will come out. It's not the situation that made you oops. During the practice times, get filled up with the good stuff, get rid of the junk. And when the game is on the line, you'll be ready.

When a ball flies at your head, be sure you're wearing the right gear. Watching my 6 year old suit up, ugh. So thankful the gear protected him from thrown bats, missed pitches. Naive me goes about my day without suiting up and protecting myself from the fast balls of life, aimed right at me. Putting on my armor, dusting it off, using it, and sharpening my sword by knowing the Word, enables me to stand strong in this game of life.

No matter how young or inexperienced, play your game anyway. Some, walking with Jesus for quite a while, some just starting on the trek. It doesn't matter. We all have the same victory in our daily life as we do the Word. My oldest, began his first season. His team filled with seasoned boys (5 years experience). He played his game. Listened, watched, learned. He made the All Star Team this year, chosen as one of the best. Don't let your age, your years with God, anything hold you back from playing your game. God has great plans to prosper you and give you a good future.

So dust off home plate. Get in your batters stance. Swing for the fences ... I'll be cheering you on as you run the bases.

Less Talk More Walk

2011-05-31T21:11:00.000-07:00

A rock of stone, held gently in my fingers. Smooth. Perfect palm size. A gift from little fingers to momma. As I stare it seems to remind me, call me, challenge me, teach me.

In this life of loveprints, leaving marks of love on those around, we can grow cold. Cold as stone. So much talk. So much preaching. So much discussion and rhetoric on love. Talk does little.

Love is not a feeling. Love is not talk. Love is an action.

Returning to the well worn pages crinkled with use and colored deep with pen. I flip my fingers, the same ones that stroke the stone, to 1 Corinthians 13. A letter to me. A guide on the action of love.

With pen in hand and heart in mind, I write. The verses in action for me. Love is an action.

Love waits for the boys to tie shoes and get ready without rushing them and allowing hectic to creep in my tone.

Love always has only good to say, gentle to touch, no harshness anywhere.

Love never looks at what others may have. Rejoicing in the blessings showered upon me and being thankful ALWAYS.

Love keeps my mouth held quiet, tight. Not sharing my successes in a spotlight of my own. Sharing the highlights of others and ushering them into the kudos of others.

Love takes the time to ask questions, find out about their day instead of pushing my own need to talk adult in front of the line.

Love picks up the dirty clothes lying on the bathroom floor with a smile, over and over again. No grumbles on my lips. With a joyful step that for 13 years I have had his life with mine.

Love showers the truth and does a little dance when open hearts receive it.

Love defends my family, speaks only positive to others of them. Love proudly walks head held high beside my son when the task was too overwhelming, hand on his shoulder.

Love never gives up. No matter what the situation looks like.

Love always wins.

What action is love to you? Please take a moment and share and leave a loveprint for us all.

From Shadow to Light

2011-04-25T16:02:00.000-07:00

A stone rolled away changes history and future.

Amidst the festivities, savory smells, cool whip smiles, chocolate kisses, 4 generations gathered under our roof. I pause. A thought draws me to the tomb. To look. To reflect. To see the empty.

For most of my life, as long as I can remember, I have known of Easter. Thankful to grow in His grace, learn from His Word, soak in His love. Yet in all honesty, the cross has held more significance.

Wrapped in religion, unworthiness, a sense of anguish. I would crawl to the cross. Looking up, feeling shame and condemnation for what my sins cost my Lord. Thankfulness tinged with guilt mingled in my heart. Unable to get past my mistakes. Stuck in sorrow. I lived in the shadow of the cross.

Many of us do. We understand what Jesus did nailed to beams of wood. We believe He suffered and died for us. We accept and bring our sins. Yet we never move on. We continue to walk in the same. Ritual of reliving the past. Struggling to break free of the chains that seem to bind us. Hiding in our spiritual lives. Ashamed to be truly seen. Living in the shadow of the cross.

Days pass. Years. In actuality, we only needed 3 days.

Light explodes from the tomb. Shadows dissolve. Think of the indescribable power that hurled a man from the depths of hell, back to breath. A force that conquered every form of evil, death, the grave, and won the ultimate victory. That same power, lives in me.

But if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you. Romans 8:11

Nothing can stand in the way of that kind of power. Chains gone. Sins forgiven and freedom received. Guilt washed away in blood red. Some serious rocks being shaken over here.

No longer living in the shadow of the cross, I have chosen to live in the light of the Resurrection.

Snake Bite

2011-03-29T18:56:00.000-07:00

When you blow it, step on the snake, it rears its head to strike. I stepped on some snakes last night with my mouth open wide, spewing words, and I got bit.

Hearing about a situation, I criticized. I complained. I disagreed and made my point loud and clear. In essence, I tore down. I destroyed. I opened the door wide and welcomed snakes.

Thankful beyond belief, I have a loving Abba who has the serum for my poison words laced with strife. The still voice and the calm hand of my hubby, guided me towards forgiveness. Asking and believing, He forgave. The others involved showered on me as well.

This morning, with boys snuggled close we read about the Israelites and their problems with snakes. I smiled. God knows best. I knew who the lesson was for. We read and I learned. God had given His chosen people blessing upon blessing. Freedom, direction by fire and cloud, supernatural miracles, provision of fresh water and bread from heaven. In the midst of the day to day, they took their eyes off the blessing and wanted more. They complained. They criticized. And the snakes came.

When bitten, the people would die. Desperate the Israelites went to Moses. Pleading for his prayers to God, he agreed. The Lord answered his prayer and gave him the solution. Place a snake on a pole. If anyone was bitten by a snake, they simply must look at the pole and they would not die. Looking up in faith, they would live.

I'm looking up today at a cross shaped pole. One fashioned for my Jesus. A sacrifice that provided me direct access to God without having to go through a Moses to pray for me.

I recognize the problem. Guided by His loving hand, I see my need. Repent. Receive forgiveness. In faith, seeing my scaley words nailed. Turning from the habits of old. Forgetting my past mistakes, I look to the future. I fill my mind, my mouth with His words.

"Watch the way you talk. Let nothing foul or dirty come out of your mouth. Say only what helps, each word a gift. Don’t grieve God. Don’t break his heart. His Holy Spirit, moving and breathing in you, is the most intimate part of your life, making you fit for himself. Don’t take such a gift for granted. Make a clean break with all cutting, backbiting, profane talk. Be gentle with one another, sensitive. Forgive one another as quickly and thoroughly as God in Christ forgave you. " Ephesians 4:29-32

See friends, I'm a real person. I am learning. We all are. When we turn to the Word of God, we can truly see our lives in truth's spotlight and change. Aligning my life with the Word of God, I commit to guard my tongue and squash the snakes. Just call me snake stomper Sarah.

Jumped In

2011-03-23T19:00:00.000-07:00

I jumped into a new pool this week. You know the feeling. Timid at first. Dipping in your toes to test the water. Then a friend, love her sweet heart, shoved me from behind knowing that I needed the nudge.

Jumped into the pool of Facebook. A new place for me. Does anyone else remember coming in late to the Junior High dance? Standing up against the wall, yes with a side ponytail and bright blue eye shadow. It kinda feels like that a bit. I came late to the facebook party, but I would love to dance and shout and sing and proclaim and drench even more people in goodness.

So if you are on facebook, look me up. I'm the only Sarah Bedenkop (thanks hubby for a unique name) and let's all splash together. Send me something like a friend invitation (remember I'm a newbie) and a note saying you know me from Splashin' Glory or the blog world. I'm super excited as now I can get to know a few more of you!

Please note, when finding me on facebook make sure to put an h at the end of my first name :) And any other facebook tips would be highly appreciated as I'm still in the wading pool.

At the Top of My Lungs

2011-03-21T17:02:00.000-07:00

Ever feel like shouting? The kind of shout that shakes the doubt. The kind that wakes from sleeping slumber. The kind that sends vocal waves through the valley and resonates with hearts who hear.

A simple phrase I shout today with pen and ink. Take a deep breath, God given breath of life. Molded dirt forever changed with the breath of life. Breath fuels our praise. Our words. Our sighs. Our prayers. Without breath we cannot say much can we?

At the top of my lungs, I shout for all to hear today. GOD IS GOOD!

You smile at the simplicity. My heart does as well. Yet I need to shout it loud.

In the past, I walked in a daze so many stumble in. A haze of doubting with the confusion the enemy sent to muddle my heart. I see the same haze hovering over His body in some places and all I can do is shout from the mountain.

Words spoken. Beliefs lodged deep into hearts in the midst of pain. 'God gave me this cancer to teach me a lesson.' 'I guess God wanted this precious little one home in heaven so he took her home.' 'This sickness is a gift.' And my own mutterings of my heart in the past I could add. The list is long.

I shout today. GOD IS GOOD! My eyes opened to the truth. Seriously, open eyes wide to see .... The pain of cancer, the sorrow, the misery, can that be from my Abba? Would he send misery and death? Would the same God who gave His own son that I might have life, force me to open a package of pain with his name attached? Does He delight in tears of sorrow and create them for us to taste? He cannot. God is love. And love never wraps itself as such.

"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." - John 10:10

I look around, slightly winded from shouting over my own life. The icky, the pain, the disease, leave thief fingerprints. Anything that attempts to steal my joy, destroy my health, kill the full life that Jesus gives me ... I recognize the source. Simply put, my Jesus only gives life abundant. If there's any destroying, killing, and stealing I know from which camp it comes.

I have yet to understand it all. The whys, the uncertain pleas, the wonderings. I understand that the Word of God is true, always. I see that my loving God can take the sludge heaped on and somehow, bring His good into the situation. I know the sludge never comes from Him.

Today, I unwrap His gifts and they are always good.

"Don't be deceived, my dear brothers. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows."

-James 1:16-17

Pulling Up Weeds

2011-03-16T17:08:00.000-07:00

I am growing to despise them. The weeds loom everywhere. Nasty things, going strong and fast. Have to rip them out or they simply take over. Choking out everything.

I've learned a secret in the desert sun after many hours on knees pulling and digging sticky spiky green. Soak the ground first, with water. They absorb the water, their roots relax. Give a simple tug and out they plop, roots and all.

We're looking for weeds in our lives today. Digging into God's Word to soften them up, pouring living water. Pull them up roots and all. I've tried the lawnmower approach, in my yard and in my life. It simply doesn't work. You can cut off the top of the weed, the behavior or bad actions, but it grows right back. The key is the root, soaking it.

"Above all else, guard your heart for it is the wellspring of life." Proverbs 4:23

Think of your heart as a garden. We cultivate what we want to grow. Above all things, guard your heart, your mind, your emotions, your will. These are what life comes from, the you.

All the seeds, promises, blessings God has planted deep. Don't let just anything stomp through trampling the precious seedlings as they blossom and grow. When a weed pops through the soil, go after it. No matter how small it may seem, it can grow quickly and overtake the goodness growing near.

In my life, I am learning to guard against weeds. One deadly spiky, nasty thing, pride remains on my hit list. It's the type of weed you need to get the gloves on to uproot as it leaves spikes and itchy bumps, fighting to remain in its place.

"God opposes the proud but gives grace the humble." James 4:6

Honestly, I need Abba's grace. I don't even want to think of life with my God opposing me.

We have a weed killer, a sure fire way to extinguish any spores of pride lurking in the garden of our lives. Humility, being willing to be know for who we are. no more. no less. Walking in humility produces a bountiful harvest.

"For by the grace given me I say to every one of you; Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgement, in accordance with the measure of faith God has given you." Romans 12:3

To combat pride which hinders God from doing all He desires in our lives, we learn to walk in humility. We can learn the steps as we follow in His footsteps.

Step by step as we

serve others (phil 2:5-7 & mark 10:45)

be broken (psalm 34:18)

encourage others (eph 4:29)

speak the truth in love

lay down our rights

prefer our brother (phil 2:3-4)

seek justice and defend the weak (proverbs 31:8-9)

admit our weaknesses (1 john 1:8)

react in the opposite spirit (prov 15:1)

see ourselves through others (prov 13:10)

we walk along the humble path.

Will you take a step with me today? One step and with each step we are transformed more into His likeness. We reflect him more clearly. We dig up weeds.

If you would like the complete list (with references) of simple ways to cultivate humility, simply leave a note in the comments with your email (if it's not attached to your blogger profile) and I will send it to you. I'm speaking this week, so slip on your comfy shoes and join me, as each day I will be posting little snipits as we walk together.

Breaking Down Walls

2011-03-15T17:17:00.000-07:00

I'm all about sledgehammers today. Smashing. Crumbling. Destroying. To put is simply, I'm tired of the walls in my life, in our lives. Anyone care to join me?

We build them, trying to find a place to hide. For some, walls of rejection. Bricks labeled with sadness, self pity, depression, guilt, insecurity, darkness, despair, and the wall continues. These bricks we pile caused by hurt, pain, sins of others, sins we chose, affect our lives.

Others build walls of rebellion, building with bricks of hostility, vanity, wordliness, manipulation, deception, bitterness, criticism, death... Stacked one upon another to protect us, they begin to control us.

Stuck in the middle of the walls we build. We have to deal with all this junk. We wonder why we cannot hear God clearly for ourselves.

God cannot build on an uneven foundation. He will not. He knows the end result is simply devastation. We cannot try and cover our crooked walls and play like everything is okay. We hide with our fears behind these walls. What happens when the storms of life beat down?

"Because they lead my people astray, saying Peace when there is not peace and because when a flimsy wall is built, they cover it with whitewash, therefore tell those who cover it with whitewash that it is going to fall." Ezekiel 13:10-12

No more hiding. I will be know for who I am, who God created me to be. The walls built around my heart, brick by brick, separate me from a loving God as I crouch behind. Being real. In vulnerability, asking forgiveness for the bricks of sin stacked in heaps.

God desires. He wants to make us clean before Him, to purify us from all unrighteousness and bring the plumbline into our lives. To see if what we have built aligns correctly with His Word. If not, bring out the sledgehammer Jesus. Knock down the walls.

Confess. Renounce. Smash.

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." 1 John 1:9

I'm teaching this week, so slip on your comfy shoes and join me, as each day I will be posting little snipits from my speaking so we can walk together. And if you would like a "no excuses" list to combat any excuses rising in your life with what God has to say, leave me a comment asking for them along with your email and I will send it to you.

Digging Deeper

2011-03-14T16:59:00.000-07:00

Time to dig deep. Dust off the shovel, get our hands dirty. To plant some seeds deep down, the kind of seeds that bear fruit, we gotta dig a little deeper.

The best part, the part that makes me get excited and grab my gardening gloves ... I don't have to do this alone. The master gardener is right beside me, guiding my shovel. He gave us the best gardening guide for my life, filled with seeds of abundant promises. The Word of God.

"May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul and body be kept blameless as the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. The one who calls you is faithful and He will do it." - Thessalonians 5:23-24

Great news. Shout it loud. Fill up deep. God is with us. He is for us. He desires to help us get rid of all the icky things that are stinking up the garden of our lives. It's a process. A process worth every shovel of dirt. My life, a breathing example that God is faithful and He will do it.

WIth the first thump of the shovel hitting dirt, we need to ask "Who am I?" Deep, this question impacts your identity, setting you apart from everyone else. We can no longer put our value, our identity in people or things. They all will rot. Believing what God says about you, deep down in your heart, protects your true identity.

"For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do." - Ephesians 2:10

God desires to purify us, to change us more into His likeness. He wants us to understand, really know, who we are and our value. God wants to give us an identity and for us to walk, heads high as children of the King.

Circumstances out of our control, words spoken over our lives that stung deep, sins against us, sins we chose, all the junk ... no longer should they define us. God can never lie. His word, TRUTH. What He says about me, that I can believe.

"Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free." John 8:32

Think about it for a moment. A moment with a shovel in your hand. People, things, sins, circumstances, do they always shout the truth? God does. It is our choice. We choose what we believe.

Maybe, like me, you've made the mistake of listening to the shouts of others in your lives, believing what they say about you. God always is the voice of truth. Make a choice today, to listen to what He says about you. Trust in God. Step out of your boat. Take His hand. Walk on the waves.

Wanna be brave with me, take a moment. Let go of all the false stuff in your life, the pebbles thrown at your identity. Hold onto the rock. Ask God to show you, who you are to Him.

If you would like a list of verses proclaiming "Who I Am" (really, the truth), please leave me a comment asking for them with your email and I will gladly get them to you.

I'm speaking this week, so slip on your comfy shoes and join me, as each day I will be posting little snipits as we walk together.

Comfy Old Shoes

2011-03-13T08:34:00.001-07:00

You know the feeling, the comfy shoes, worn to fit your feet. Slipping into them, the world seems right. You can run a marathon. This week, I'm stepping into the old comfy.

Teaching for a week, think conference times 15 hours. Speaking. Molding. Sharing my life. Serving with Youth With A Mission. As a family we have taught in a few different nations. This will be my first in this one.

Anticipation for what God has planned for all of us. Joy of speaking and teaching again after a time of rest. Excitement for the freedom that awaits a group of hungry believers. Bubbling over as I step into comfy shoes once again.

Our topic for the week, Divine Plumbline; aligning our life with the Word of God. Simply put walking into freedom. Feel free to slip on your comfy shoes with me this week, and stop by. I'll be sharing a snipit each day so we can all walk together.

Lacing up,

Sarah

Rice Story Continues

2011-03-11T09:29:00.000-08:00

I started something that I must pursue to the end. Mind you, I have no idea if anyone is reading. It's more for me. A challenge of the sorts. Can I type a post while in the minutes between simmer, saute and the ting of the timer and the dinner dance?

And it's a story I have yet to pen. Our story. How the little king won the heart of the princess. Start the countdown .... 5 minutes ticks away quickly and I apologize profusely for the errors as my fingers scramble over the keys.

Catch up and read part one if you like. We left with the he of my story following my footsteps. Brought together, I laugh now as almost it looks as if He was stalking me. Yet my eyes closed to the truth of what was happening. I couldn't see.

Serving together in our small group for college students, teaching Sunday school for 6th graders, a campus ministry at the University, inner city work with young kids on the weekends, everywhere together. He blended into my schedule and we fast became best friends.

Each night, he would call or visit my home. Sitting on opposite couches, we would fill the hours with words, dreams, life. Then one night he asked if I wanted to get a bite to eat. Making plans for later in the week. Accustomed to grabbing bites with our friends from time to time, I thought the same. My mom made sure I called him back, to ask what he was wearing.

I needed to wear a nice dress. He prayed over our time as I slipped into his car. Dinner at a nice restaurant, not our usual friend fast food fare. He paid. I can hear your laughter now as I honestly tell you I saw nothing. I debated for a few years after we were married, now I humbly realize it was a date.

I heard the first time he spoke the Word and taught others from the love inside of Him. He stood beside me in a difficult time in my life, wrapping me in prayers. When I was sick, he came with flowers and hot chocolate, helping me finish a class project.

Imagine the pain that hit me when people began to talk. A friend asked me if we were dating. Everyone was asking and thinking we made a great couple. My heart sank. I was going to have to tell him what our group was saying. I would lose my best friend.

I called him. He came over. I had rehearsed my words over and over to make sure I said them right. Sitting in my living room I told him.

Ugh, the five minute bell. This one is to be continued .....

PS I'm kinda liking this challenge for me. Keep it quick. Keep it simple. Type fast. I write during dinner and post for the next day. I just might keep this up for Fridays :)

For a Generation

2011-03-08T11:44:00.000-08:00

Has anyone else noticed? Do we truly realize the potential wrapped up in a generation? Look into these eyes. Joy, love, a child like faith .... Children are the gift we give to a generation we will never see.

If you knew me, sat down for a cup of tea on my comfy sofa, soon you would learn I have a passion for children. It spills out of my heart and into my actions on a regular basis. Serving children on the mission field. Equipping children to change their world. Reaching a generation. My heartbeat and His.

When a child is involved, this mama bear tends to wage war. Let's just say I'm roaring today and bearing my teeth. I'm tired of playing nice. It's time to dust off the army boots and stomp into the battle. The best part, we already know who wins. A cross and an empty tomb ensure the real victory.

This battle in my heart began in an AIDS orphanage in Kenya. Peter forever changed my life with his smile and innocence being ravaged by a crazy disease he had no part in. We began the long process of adoption through Ethiopia. My heart began to beat wild as I battled for the children on the waiting list, praying and standing for them. We took a break from our adoption when we returned to the US from the mission field, called to a time of rest. My prayers continued to battle.

One particular precious one grabbed my heart. He survived a premature birth. On my knees for him instantly as I heard. God has plans for this little guy. A family matched. All paperwork passed. Some setbacks that we bulldozed through in the heavenly realms. Everything cleared. Waiting for the final call to come and take him home.

And now, a child blessed beyond measure with a mommy and daddy waiting for him. A family that knows my Jesus and will raise him. They wait. I stand with them, for far too long. Now this ... investigations, possible ending to international adoption from their country, children waiting for a home. Time to wage some serious warfare.

Care to find your battle fatigues and join me? These children have no voice but ours.

You can read the whole scoop here ....

Get involved by folding hands and storming the heavens here ...

Make your voice heard by shouting loud here ...

How to Really Fight

2011-03-02T18:57:00.000-08:00

Hearing the news, the ache of this world, I put up my fists, ready to fight.

A seed fell. Seeds fall everyday. Lives laid down for the sake of the gospel. Eternal impact yet never making the evening news. I dust off my pen and write, fight. Sending the news to as many as I know, writing to bring together a wave of prayers to cover and drench a momma and two children who need His strength, the strength the breath of our prayers lift.

The crazy ramblings of the world, clutched in sin's grasp. Violence. Innocence betrayed. We have all felt the sting of the insaneness, bow our heads, leak the tears, shake our fists. The enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy. How do I fight such.

In my simpleness, I believe that His Word holds the key to every situation, even ones such as these. Doesn't Jesus know. Wrapped in His words, His life, His love beckoning me to the pages. The ultimate fighter. I desire to learn from Him alone.

Jesus knows our heartache. My ache today with clenched fists. I lay down the gloves to pick up Him. His friend, his cousin, the prophet who knew Him best. Clad in simple clothes with honey and locust breath, John the Baptist knew Jesus. Their relationship ran deep. The only one who truly knew Jesus as Messiah.

John sits in prison, innocent of any sin. Then a party with a girl that dances for the men. The leader brags and flaunts his power telling her 'anything, I'll give it to you.' She asks for the head of Jesus' friend, John. It's delivered to her on a tray, mocking the stupidity of the reason he died.

Jesus knows. I follow Him through the pages. How did he fight? Hearing the news, he went away to be alone. I have been there, we all have. Wanting to be by ourselves to sort it out, to cry, to mourn. He was the same, fully human like me.

The only difference, a group clamored, followed him to his quiet place. How did he react. He took up his gloves and fought. He didn't rebuke them. He didn't scream from the depths of his need to tell them to simply go away. He met them. He healed them. He led them because he knew they were sheep without a shepherd. He fought the real enemy.

The drunken party guests and the flamboyant dancer, they didn't kill John. The enemy came to steal, kill and destroy. Jesus knew the real enemy. He took aim, and fought. He healed, destroying the enemy's works. He loved, a weapon to destroy all tactics of the thief. He taught the kingdom of God and seed took root in hearts, destroying any weeds planted.

To really fight, to wage war

"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms."

we realize the true enemy and take aim.

Right Back To Me

2011-02-28T18:52:00.000-08:00

It grows. I cannot completely understand. This path of loveprints, walking in love, touching others with simple love. His love poured into my heart to splash everywhere. It splashes back.

In amazement I realize love multiplies. His love never fails, fades, or falters. Love grows.

A surprise black box arrives in the mail. Tucked inside a hand made dainty and elegant necklace of silver and blue. A loveprint for my life. Thank you Jill. Words could never adequately express how perfect this is for me and the joy of knowing who crafted it for me in the midst of the beautiful busyness that surrounds your life right now.

A layover in the airport brings friends from another country. They shower me with love and the joy of our home in Costa Rica. Dean and Wendy, your gift reminded me of the love of service and our heart for missions around the world. Your friendship astounds me in the way you love continually.

A splash of color for my closet. Simplicity of missionary clothes now adorned with bright reds, oranges and yes even lime greens. Jodi, your spunk matches my heart's desire to live out loud. Thank you friend for leaving a loveprint on my life this week.

Tattered brown package from far away land. Opened and inspected by custom agents in two countries. Saucy love to drench my family after I shared. A friend I only met in person once, her family continuing to serve on our past mission field. She wraps and sends to bless me in the United States. Brooke, may our Abba simply pour out blessings upon blessings to you dear friend.

I could continue ... but I must pause to challenge. Simple acts of love. A note tucked into a lunchbox. An email across the mile. A handwritten card to an elderly friend filled with drawings scribbled lovingly by little artist hands. Imagine the flow of one act of love.

Jesus said it. Simple. Love God. Love others. In almost seems too simple. Why have we missed it for so long? I'm done missing it. I'm learning to live it. Live love out loud. Join me this week.

Sometime in your busy schedule. Carve out time for a loveprint, a step in love. Send a note, make a phone call, lick a stamp. Make a list of 10. And love it up.

When A Seed Falls

2011-02-26T08:45:00.000-08:00

"I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds." -John 12:24

We received word last night. A seed had fallen to the ground. I share today in mourning, in hope, in faith, looking to the harvest and asking you to join me in prayer.

Our family served in YWAM as missionaries, having the privilege of traveling and sharing Jesus in Kenya at the Athi River base. Early Friday morning, this base was attacked.

The Kremer family, Ebel and Lora with their precious children appear to have been the target of the attack. Thieves broke into their home on the YWAM base and Ebel, a missionary from Holland, was killed.

Ebel had a vision to build 12 large homes for the unwanted and neglected children of Kenya. These homes would be occupied by a mom and dad who would care for 12 children as their own, raising them with love and hope. His dream began as the first house was completed and the 2nd is in process. Ebel left a legacy of obedience, generosity, love and laid down his life for his Jesus.

Will you grab hands with me today and pray. Pray for Lora and their small children. Pray for all of those serving at the Athi River base. Pray for Ebel's vision. That what the enemy meant to destroy by killing, would surpass even Ebel's dreams. That the seed that fell to the ground would produce a harvest. A harvest of Kenyan children being raised in hope, in Jesus, walking in the ultimate love.

"I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. The man who loves his life will lose it, while the man who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life. Whoever serves me must follow me; and where I am, my servant also will be. My Father will honor the one who serves me."

- John 12: 24-26

Click here to read the official YWAM press release.

Walking on a Love High

2011-02-24T21:27:00.001-08:00

I'm walking on a love high. Kinda like a buzz that I have never felt before, something words can hardly contain. I'm learning it friends. Learning to leave loveprints on the lives of others, step by step day by day.

You see, I uncovered a secret of simplicity tucked in the Word for me and everyone else. It's not about getting the love I need into my heart, into my life, into my everything that I do. Simply put, it's already there ...

"And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts ... " Romans 5:5

His love bubbles inside of me. He has poured it into my heart. The issue is getting it out of me, overflowing it into the lives of others, living love, living love out loud!

And today, a day filled with pouring out. Simply putting others first, walking in love with each step in a day that I could not orchestrate on my own. Even waking, I started with a big breath and a sigh to my Abba. I can't do this day without you. Didn't get time to brush my hair, but goodness I took time to dig into the Word. I needed to fuel before my love day.

Picking up a friend's kids so she could have her outpatient procedure, free from concerns of what may be happening at home. Extra breakfasts. Sloppy syrup. Smile and clean while I prepare to homeschool a few more and get ready to welcome 10 more. Thump thump.

Change a Spanish class to meet the needs of my students to the same time. Watch as God directs it all, dishes clean in sink as they arrive. Science projects with sand and water on slide overtaking the yard with giggles of glee. Hop to take the kids back home. A surprise trip for one sweet girl to a horse riding lesson, footprints of the horse variety. Thump thump.

Then off to help a friend and co-teach PE to 20 energetic 8 and 9 year olds. I know, I already taught my month, but this is love. Helping a friend so she won't have to teach alone. Running, blob tag, can I really have kids crawling through my legs. Thump thump.

Let the new puppy out, a love gift to my hubby and boys. Back home for a quick dash. Drop off the car we borrowed for the day (yes, I borrowed a car to do all of this). A friend needs a family to celebrate her birthday. We found the perfect spot, quite a bit away. Laughed, shared, treated. Thump thump.

The night continues and twists and turns. The long drive home, our van begins to lose power. By God's grace we made it to the side of the bustling highway before it sputtered and sighed. In the dark, we watched the stars and found constellations as cars sped by. Thump thump.

Mom and Dad came. As the love poured from my life to others, it was time to receive. A tow truck, a gift from a loving Abba. Provided by Him through the hands of His children. Home snuggled in warm. A car to borrow for tomorrow's day. Our van waiting patiently to be fixed in the morning. Thump thump.

On the buzz of the day, the high of walking in love with each step. I could not have done this day a month before my journey. Reflecting. Rejoicing. No, I wasn't perfect. In all honesty, a few times the grumpies tried to surface. I caught them almost in time and continued step by step loveprint by loveprint.

Walking in love. Simple. Profound. His command to love God, love others, love ourselves. Something's there in pure power as it unfolds in my life.

A Bit Belated

2011-02-16T13:50:00.000-08:00

"Let all that you do be done with love." - God

I missed the day here, celebrating it real in life. A day dedicated to love. Chocolates, pink roses, family dinners, oodles of squeezes and hugs. A day wrapped in love.

I dare to ask, to dream. Can my life be the same? Each day, each breath, each moment, wrapped in love. As a child of the King, He asks me, beckons me, draws me into a love affair with Him. Not to selfishly lavish it only for me. to fill, to replenish, to pour. And I scratch with pen the words on a fresh page from a letter to Corinthians.

"Let all that you do be done with love."

It must be possible, more than just a dream. My word to define my search in syllables loveprints. Honestly the dive into the nudge of my heart has left me hopeful and timid all for what lies ahead. To live love. To lavish love. In all.

Somehow I know I will never be the same. Can never return to my ordinary life of living for me, selfishness will no longer suffice. I sense the power of love. The creak of a door opening to uncontainable joy with each turn of the key. Simple. Love. Powerful. Doesn't it mirror the gospel. Simplicity of belief to lead us into blessings profound.

Embarking on this loveprint journey, I debated whether to share or hide the jewels in my own heart. I told you, I'm learning the love walk. To be real, exposing my weakness, sharing the triumphs with you dear ones, that come to read and splash alongside of me. The real Sarah is the only one that will point to the real Jesus. The icky and the redeemed all rolled up into walking flesh that will learn to walk in love wherever it may lead. I will share her with you.

It must be possible to do it all with love. To live. To eat. To breathe.

To turn the socks the right side out and not simply put them away.

To pick up dirty clothes across the floor for the hundreth time and smile in heart.

To cook, homeschool, clean, attack dust bunnies, as a hymn of love.

To live love.

I humbly thank you for allowing me to share my journey. Let's walk together along the path. Will you share one act of love (no matter how big or small) that you stepped into today.

Sneaking Away to Type

2011-02-02T16:04:00.000-08:00

Valentine's ages ago ....

The rice awaits to be cooked. It beckons with the smells of dinner simmering downstairs. Yet something propels me to write. Dash to the keys that know the dance with my fingers. Can I post in 5 minutes. While the smells simmer, can I gather to write about the one the rice boils for ...

My story. Our story. The frost of February reaches even our home in Arizona. The month of love to adorn my word for the year, loveprints. How a master creator, knit our lives together. Ryan, little King, and Sarah, princess, married, united, a mystery portrait of His love enwrapped in ours.

Picture a crowded church. A nervous young women at the age of 19 for the first time gathers the children on crowded steps on the front of the church to share simply a message for their little hearts. A thousand or more adults peer from their polished pews as she shares. My nerves almost caused me to cancel. I fought on, with a little nudge from my Jesus knowing that I would meet someone that night. I did. He heard me. He was one of the 1,000.

Very soon thereafter, the he became a regular fixture around everything I served. He joined our college small group. He began to teach Sunday school with the 5th and 6th graders in my classroom. The campus ministry, his face appeared. He says the first time he heard me pray, he was overwhelmed. I had no idea what God was doing. I chose not to see. I looked away.

Then one day in the midst of my time alone, tucked in scripture time, conversation and prayer, a whisper to my heart from my Abba. He simply said that Ryan was the one. Fear tried to take hold. I refused and with simple boldness remarked with a gleam in my eye. "I'm not saying I don't believe you. I know you too well. But if this really is from you then I don't have to do anything. In fact I could do everything to stop it and it would still happen." Then I continued on with my life, blind to the happenings around me and the workings of my heart.

I had never dated. Boys in high school didn't seem too interested in the 'most likely to succeed' 5' 10" girl. In college, they came out of hiding. Everywhere they seemed to be standing with flowers, notes, an invitation to dates that I thought were for everyone in the group. Naive. Simple. Afraid. Any time a friend would become interested, I simply would drop the friendship with the poor boy with a resounding thud.

Hence the blinders, lovingly placed by my Abba Daddy to protect me from seeing.

Ahhh 5 minutes ticked by. The rice beckons ....

Now what?

2011-01-24T18:25:00.000-08:00

"May the love of God simply ooze out of me, that others will know His love." -SDB

I have my word ... loveprints what's the next step? How do I live it? What does it look like? How do I walk in love, each and every step, leaving loveprints on the lives of those I touch. How do I ooze? What is His love?

Digging deep, I'm heading straight to the source. The Word of God, filled to the brim with perfect love. Examples. Life lessons. The hows, whys, and yes I can do this encouragement that I need to step out and do it.

1 Corinthians 16:14 challenges me, in a good way, in the best way "Let all that you do be done with love." My God is good. He wouldn't give me something to do that was impossible in this life. Therefore, this must be possible. I must be able, wired, filled with a God given ability, to live it loud. To live love out loud each and every day!

God is love. His perfect love never fails. When I walk in love, He is with me! Goodness, do you know what this means? My faith is bubbling in eager expectation. This could change my life. Scratch that. This WILL change my life and the lives of everyone around me.

Step by step, I'm walking. Leaving little loveprints in my path. It's a journey. I'm not all the way there. To be honest, I would have to say I would give myself an F in the past for walking in love. No grading on the curve. No condemnation over here, only rejoicing in what is to come.

His hope. His life. His love. Filling me up. Imagine. Be encouraged today and blessed bunches as we splash in His love together.

"Let us love one another, for love is from God; and he who loves is born of God and is progressively coming to know and understand God." - 1 John 4:7

Celebrate 9

2011-01-11T18:45:00.000-08:00

Can it be? My Joshua celebrates 9 today. 9 years of pure joy wrapped in pure boy.

Always our adventurer ... He will lead his generation boldly into all the promises of God.

Tucking him into his mat at night, he whispers to tired Momma in Thailand "I like sharing Jesus." Through many countries, to this one, sharing the reason for the hope you have with the nations. Keep sharing Him Joshua. There are more that need to hear.

On boats to villages in deep jungle. Countless hours on buses marked with swervy turns. Your enthusiasm and smile carried many of us. When some thought to complain, they simply looked at you and changed their hearts. Your life son is contagious. It catches people and they are never the same.

One day, on the other side of eternity, you will see. See the lives of those you have touched. Doors you have opened for Jesus. In a few short years, I can count on my fingers, imagine the impact your life will bring for His kingdom.

A love of animals. A passion for creation. Use your gifts. Dream big. Soar high.

In Kenya, you gave pounds of toys you chose from your own to the children that had none. You gave your trip and in faith believed that Jesus would multiply the loaves. He did. You taught us the power of a child's faith. Never outgrow it.

Bold. You stood before a multitude. Sharing your story. Your life with Jesus. Baptized, following in Jesus' steps. Walking in His footsteps, you will do greater things than these.

Blow out the candles. May the flame remain. You are called to be a light. An unquenchable fire for your generation. This mommy celebrates today because of all that you are and all that you will be. I love you Josh.

Taking a peek into my family, I would love a peek in yours. What is one thing you are celebrating in your life this week? Whoop it up friends, let's fill this blog world with rejoicing.

A Year Crammed in a Word

2011-01-03T16:32:00.001-08:00

Been challenged by others. Encouraged. Nudged. Challenged.

To find a word, to place my dreams of 2011, bound by simple syllables.

Rolling it over in my mind, bringing to my Jesus.

Dialogue. Share. Search.

Honestly, I did not know if it could be done. But with my God, all things are possible, even limiting this verbose momma to one simple word for a new year. Now last year, that one was easy. I have a dictionary full to describe my 2010.

Transformation. Refinement. Working out faith. Journey ...

and the list continues.

I wanted to share the hope that is bubbling up inside. The excitement bursting forth of all that is in store for 2011. The best year awaits me. With sparkling cider at a midnight stroke, I stepped into it.

And I found my word. Lodged in my heart. My dreams. My aspirations. My goal for 2011.

Loveprints

To walk in love, real love. The kind of love that lives out Jesus loud. The kind of love, not limited human feelings, God agape always there, never changing love. And wherever I go. Who ever I touch. I will leave loveprints on their lives.

Now, to pass on the challenge dear ones .... What word (or a list of them) would you use to describe your 2011?

Buffalo Dancin'

2010-12-27T18:58:00.000-08:00

We starting singing tonight. Dancing around the house. My 8 year old, my 6 year old, my hubby and this happy lady. We're doing a water buffalo dance because, every body does have a water buffalo (including all of us here at Splashin' Glory) Sing with us tonight, splash around in joy for what God has done ....

To have a crazy dream. To share it with all of you. to watch as God gives His own Christmas presents once again. To imagine the face of a family this year in India, the poorest of the poor, who will receive the message of Him wrapped in a water buffalo. To do a little water buffalo dance. There is a WAY in the manger and this year a water buffalo will be chomping from it.

How can I contain it, the joy, all my Jesus continues to do. He blesses abundantly. He gives us the desires of our heart (even when it is as zany as a water buffalo). He brings us into fellowship, uniting His body for His glory. He wraps His gifts for us, all of them simply waiting for us to pull the bow and receive.

Celebrate His goodness. Share with us something, one thing or a thousand, that you can rejoice in today. Something a God full of goodness has wrapped for you. Here is mine wrapped for India.

Of Artichoke and Christmas

2010-12-20T20:23:00.001-08:00

"Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart." - Psalm 37:4

Wrapped in a season of celebration, stop and notice the little bits. The gifts that a loving God adorns with bows of everyday. I am learning. I am looking. I am finding.

Over a year after returning from the mission field, we celebrated the gift of family and friends. Opening our home, we welcomed them with laughter, cherished our time, celebrated the goodness of our God.

With so many I wanted to create a evening of joy right down to the artichoke jalapeno warm spread. As people came and came, filling our home with smiles and friendships, I danced in the gift of hospitality. Sharing, welcoming, hugging, greeting, I glanced and noticed one dip was dwindling. More food abounded, no lack, yet I simply wanted everyone to enjoy well, everything. Without a worry, I simply continued to host and enjoy our time with family and friends.

A few moments later, I glanced across the kitchen to notice a friend filling a bowl to the brim of freshly warmed artichoke jalapeno spread. She had brought it to our celebration and arrived with the warm gift from a Jesus who cares even about the little things.

In that moment. In a simple act. The hand of my God providing for my every need. Giving me the desires of my heart. Answering the whisper under my breath. Wrapping His gift in warm artichoke.

It may seem trivial to some. Yet this sweet reminder, one in countless, reminded me of a God that sustains the world with His Word, sends His Son to bring me life abundant, and cares about the minute details of my life.

I can trust Him to provide for me. I can rely on His grace to sustain me. I can rest in His goodness. And when the last guest leaves, I can scoop up warm artichoke spread and smile.

What gifts (small or grandiose) has God wrapped for you this Christmas season?

And rejoice with me in 70% of our water buffalo to wrap for Jesus this year!

(We are splashing together to bless a family in India with a gift this year for Christmas. Simply click to donate as all funds will be donated to Gospel for Asia)

Picture It

2010-12-17T12:28:00.000-08:00

"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed, it's the only thing that ever has."

- Margaret Mead

A world away ... India. They celebrate this season a bit differently. Poverty has no place for stockings and Christmas trees. Maybe it's not politically correct, but I believe in all of God's promises. Without a doubt I know that with God all things are possible. We can come together and make a difference in the life of a family this Christmas.

A crazy idea of all of us buying a water buffalo. An animal that will bring work, nourishment, hope and the message of Christmas to the poorest of the poor in India. Then again, I know of a man that turned the world upside down by being born in a manger.

I jumped in and began splashing. Getting drenched, I have been joined by others and I am overwhelmed by His goodness. Many have joined in via chip in and others are sending checks via the mail. Divine Mrs. D decided to host a contest entering everyone who donates to our water buffalo in a drawing for a $50 gift card of your choosing. (So make sure to head over to her site if you donate) Friends are posting it on their blog pages. And I even received this video in my email box ...

Imagine, we could be starting a tidal wave with our little splashes!

(I can almost smell the buffalo .... 59% woohoo! Let's keep going and see what this small group of people can do) Simply click on the chip-in button to donate as I will send all funds to Gospel for Asia and if you want to send a check, leave a comment and I will send you my address)

All I Want For .....

2010-12-13T19:14:00.000-08:00

Been dreaming about these eyes for a long time. Honestly, I've wanted this handsome water buffalo for some years now. At breakfast, I plopped down at the table and announced "I want a water buffalo this year for Christmas" Without missing a beat, my love mentioned something about it not fitting in my stocking with a glint in his eye. He knows me well.

Buffalo fever has gotten to me. Maybe it's the Veggie Tales song "Everybody's got a water buffalo." Maybe it's our family's passion for the poor. Maybe it's because for years of giving presents to Jesus, the water buffalo has alluded my grasp.

Every year while serving on the mission field as a family (and continuing the tradition back in the US) we have chosen our King's gifts through Gospel for Asia. When we were given our family's first Christmas tree in the rain forest, with out a scrap of ornaments, we made our own. Each handcrafted picture strung with care with little one's writing of God's promises for India adorned our tree. There are flocks of chickens, goats, rabbits. A well stands in a village offering clean water and the hope of living water. Warm blankets, a library of Bibles, warm clothes for our fellow missionaries in the mountains, bio sand water filters, and more all wrapped from us to Jesus over the years. But alas, when our family votes come in, the water buffalo receives only one vote year after year.

This year, I got a crazy idea. I cannot do it on my own. But together we can. My little splash (and my 8 year old is contributing the first $10), your little splash, and others who stop by to splash with us .... We can splash all the way to India. And imagine the splashing that a water buffalo can do to a poor family in India this year.

As we're singing around here "All I want for Christmas is a water buffalo ..." won't you join us?

(Click on the chip in button for a secure way to give. I will deposit all funds directly into Gospel for Asia's gift program which uses 100% of our gift taking nothing out)

And as always, I would love to hear from you. What do you want for Christmas this year? And does anyone know what sound a water buffalo makes?

But Sarah

2010-12-06T16:11:00.001-08:00

"But David strengthened himself in the Lord his God."

- 1 Samuel 30:6

But David.

Amidst all that David faced that day, the loss of his wives and children, a camp raided with the smell of smoke lingering, a weary army crying out all of their strength, his people discussing the art of stoning him .... He chose a different road.

But David.

He looked past the burning circumstances, dreams gone up in smoke. He chose to listen to God's voice over those clamoring to kill him. His heart beating with pain for his own loss, he turned to the Lord to find strength.

But David.

He sought the Lord. He heard His plan for their lives. He went out in the Lord's strength, overtook the enemy, gained the victory, took back what was stolen, and then some.

Will there be a But Sarah ...

The story of my life, written on the lives of those I have touched. A woman known for standing her ground refusing to budge from the promises of God. A mommy who relies on God's strength regardless of the circumstances around her. A wife who supports and encourages her husband to reach the dreams God has placed in him. A friend who loves lavishly with God's love that never fails.

But (and enter your name). What do you want to be known for in this life? Would you share with us friends. Let's splash each other with all of the potential God has placed in our lives. Dare to believe it. Dare to live it. Dare to trust that with God all things are possible.

She's Back!

2010-12-03T16:48:00.000-08:00

Sweet friends, it's been a bit since I've splashed around here. Glad to be back. A time of focussing on the most importants in my life. A time of speaking to certain mountains and by faith believing that they are moved. A time of joy, washed in thankfulness for all that God has done and is doing in me. It's kinda like this ...

Sometimes you have to take time to move things out of the picture of your life.

"Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. But the man who looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom and continues to do this, not forgetting what he has heard, but doing it - he will be blessed in what he does." - James 1:23

And you gotta know when and where to stand.

"Now it is God who makes both us and you stand firm in Christ. He anointed us, set his seal of ownership on us, and put his Spirit in our hearts as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come."

- 2 Corinthians 1:21-22

Then, you laugh when at times you realize you have no idea what you are doing.

"But he said to me, My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me." - 2 Corinthians 12:9

Of course, there is always time for a bit more refinement.

"My son, do not make light of the Lord's discipline, and do note lose heart when he rebukes you, because the Lord disciplines those he loves .." - Hebrews 12:5-6

A must to open your eyes
"Once more Jesus put his hands on the man's eyes. Then his eyes were opened, his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly." - Mark 8:25

The final outcome ... worth the process.

"And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit."

- 2 Cor 3:18

And friends, we have much to celebrate. When God looks at the picture of our lives, what a wonder that He sees us through the lens of Jesus.

Stand With Me

2010-10-11T18:34:00.000-07:00

A little mountain has appeared on our horizon. I'm in the midst of preparing for meeting this mountain. Most of all, standing on His WORD, trusting my Jesus, allowing His peace to invade and overtake me, leaning against His chest to hear His heartbeat to stop any doubts surfacing in me.

Honestly, I am completely inadequate to deal with this situation. I am not an expert. Praising that His power rests on me and is sufficient for me in the midst of my weakness.

In all honesty and humility, I admit I cannot climb this mountain in my own strength. Only in His. Will you stand with me this week? Will you agree with me? Will you speak His WORD over this situation in our family?

As God leads, would you speak the power of His WORD over me as I prepare this week. Will you join with me as I declare that His promises are true and never fail despite what the world may say?

I'm standing on these. I would be honored to have you join me; read it out loud with me today, proclaim them with me over my situation, and if you have a mountain in your life, proclaim them over yours. WOOHOO! Getting excited just typing them up!

You, Lord will bless me and all the righteous; as with a shield You will surround me with goodwill and favor - Psalm 5:12

You are the glory of my strength, and by Your favor my horn is exalted and I walk with uplifted face. - Psalm 89:17

I shall find favor, good understanding, and high esteem in the sight (or judgement) of God and man. - Proverbs 3:4

God's grace (His favor and loving kindness and mercy) is enough for me; for God's strength and power are made perfect and show themselves most effective in my weakness. Therefore, I will all the more gladly glory in my weaknesses and infirmities that the strength and power of Christ may rest upon me! - 2 Corinthians 12:9

I fearlessly and confidently draw near to the throne of grace, that I may receive mercy and find grace to help in good time for every need (appropriate help and well timed help, coming just when I need it). - Hebrews 4:16

Looking forward to posting after my 'meeting the mountain' to share with all of you how Jesus did it! (Then I can share more specifics) Until then, let's do a little praising together ... because we have the favor of God.

One More Candle

2010-10-09T07:58:00.000-07:00

Sunlight and sounds of little voices squealing "Happy Birthday" met my morning.

snuggles from jumpers on bed

construction paper cut and decorated by hand

a freshly composed song by an 8 year old composer

notes of love sung in lil' boy harmony

shiny panini maker wrapped in crinkle

massage with daddy hands

a miracle gift from Abba

one more candle to light

My special day has only just begun ... 34, I can only imagine the joy awaiting this number.

May your day be splashed as much as mine - scratch that -

May your year (whatever number it is) be drenched each and every day in His love!

When Love Smacks a Homerun

2010-09-30T19:17:00.000-07:00

A love of baseball invaded our family. Grass stained knees, rubber bands holding gloves tight for the perfect crease, sliding into bases, mommy learning the lingo ...

Honestly, I would choose any other sport. I married into a baseball family. Moving back to this country, our boys caught the bug.

Each day we hear the stats of teams and players I have yet to meet. Each day our backyard morphs into the World Series game 7. Each day I choose to do a happy dance as love smacks a homerun.

Getting inside their world. Engaging in the joys and dreams of my children. Choosing to fall in love with baseball and learning alongside of them. My life, no clang clang here.

Hitting it out of the park, we instigated 'love gems', linking their world of baseball with the power of His love. We watch for the highlights of the day, brothers walking in radical love to one another, engaging in life lavished with love. Gathered in our family dugout, we share the love gems of the day and love smacks a homerun.

Becoming a star baseball player takes time, dedication, practice, drills, and determination. Raising mighty warriors in the kingdom of God takes nothing less.

Weathered Beauty

2010-09-25T05:12:00.000-07:00

Her eyes captured me. They tell a story of a life. High in the rainforest village of Panama, this Ngobe woman shares a glance of weathered beauty. Its as if the lines weave together her tapestry of what she has seen, the wisdom she has gleaned, the life she has lived.

Saturday posts, simply taking a moment to revisit photos taken from my side of the lens. Reflecting back on memories, medical outreaches to impoverished indigenous villages with rain beating down. An elderly woman reaching out for treatment, her photo reaches me.

Someday, I hope that my portrait captures weathered beauty and tells a story. A story chalk full of love, passion, living boldly, and maybe even a few gray hairs.

When You Have Leprosy

2010-09-21T20:36:00.000-07:00

Wrapped hands. 'Unclean' proclaimed from your own lips. Pain and despair. Imagine the untouchables. The victims of leprosy clammering for their voices to reach His ears. My Jesus heard. My Jesus hears.

Unwrapping my hands. Bandages of past hurts, mistakes, unkind words spoken. They fall in clumps at His feet. New life where disease of my sin left its mark. Restored. No longer unclean. My Jesus hears.

"And one of them, when he saw he was healed, returned and with a loud voice glorified God, and fell down on his face at His feet, giving Him thanks ..." Luke 17:15-16

In the midst of the clamor. The throngs of people reaching out to Him. He touched and healed 10 lepers, setting them free from the bondage of their situation. In utter joy they marveled, and left. Only one returned to say thank you. I will be the one.

To remember to thank my Jesus for all that He has done, given, shared, loved, lived, breathed into my life .... Cultivating a thankful heart as the bandages litter the floor. I invite you to join me today. With a loud voice glorify God and give Him thanks.

I drop my rough pebbles of thankfulness into this pond. A little splash. Join me today in dropping a comment pebble of thanks to Him. Together we can make a ripple.

(pebbles #86-95)

*His song over my life, setting me free to be more than enough

*Hearing His voice above the clamor

*Pictures of my boys that cling to my fridge

*A hubby that models Abba's grace and love with hands of flesh

*Bandages of fear, insecurity, depression, no longer binding my hands

*Dancing, free to worship, twirling in glory

*Seeing in the mirror a reflection fearfully and wonderfully made, knowing it deep

*Friends to encourage, sharpening me, spark by spark

*Desires of my heart bubbling to the surface, matching His call

*Returning to thank, looking up and seeing His smile over my life

Blur My Vision

2010-09-14T17:03:00.000-07:00

I need to see like this. My eyesight blurred by Him. His grace and mercy the lens that filters the way I see the world. I sit here ache growing in my heart. An ache to live it loud. To live His love with absurd abandon.

Life only makes sense to me anymore through the lens of the Word. Soaking it in deep. To take all of what my Jesus commands and live it, breathe it, blur it into my world view.

My natural eyesight screams that I am foolish. How could I love someone that hurt me so? How could I give all that I am to share His love with one who might choose no? How could I trust Him to provide always? Do I dare to believe all of His promises are for me? To step out of this comfort bubble to obey His voice. Blur my vision. I only want yours.

I have lived a life of sharing Jesus, trash dumps, red light districts, indigenous huts of rainforest villages. Coming back to the United States, I see the same poverty. Wrapped in materialism, indifference, utter pain, a lack of Jesus, true poverty. To see this nation as you do Jesus. Blur my vision.

Wake us up. Wake us up to hear your heartbeat. To dare to come close enough to feel your breath on our spirits. To pick up the Word and realize it is truth and choose to live it. That when others look on me, my life blurs their vision.

A Child's Smile

2010-09-11T06:18:00.000-07:00

His smile captures my heart. Always has, always will. It's the mommy in me, beating strong, heart tied to a grin with dimples. A mighty tool for our Jesus, this little smile.

As a babe, His smile opened doors for the gospel in Thailand. After the Tsunami ravaged this beautiful country, we left to share hope. Everywhere we walked, arms reached for our children. People knew our hearts of love for them through a child's smile.

In Panama, traveling through the rainforest villages, instant connections made with other families through this smile. We were there to share Jesus, as a family, side by side. Friendships forged, bridge for the gospel, through a child's smile.

Kenya, Honduras, Costa Rica, United States, the trend continues. There is power wrapped in a smile. He moves my heart with a simple grin. Imagine what delight it brings our Abba God in heaven to see a smile spreading on our face. His child's smile.

I love Saturday posts ... simply a time to sneak a peak at my old snapshots and smile. Would you keep me grinning today and share something that makes you smile!

A Year and A Day

2010-09-07T17:07:00.000-07:00

A year, since we boarded a plane back to the beauty of the Arizonan desert. A year filled with boys adjusting to a culture they claimed, but never knew. A year of God's faithfulness and refreshment for our missionary family returning. A year of falling more in love with Jesus.

A year of counting thanks and remembering to say gracias to my Abba who made it all possible. (#62-85)

*His miraculous provision for the home of my dreams when we arrived

*furniture, dishes, all of the basics given with love by many hands

*swimming pools and little boys learning to swim

*backyards with grass and swingsets

*bathtubs with hot, running water (will never take them for granted)

*garbage pick up and recycling

*little boys racing and waving as the trash trucks scour the neighborhood

*crossing the line from hope to faith

*a job provided to meet our needs

*being quick to obey His leading and reaping His blessings.

*new friends who speak 'only English' as my boys quickly noticed

*flushing toilets, oh the joy, enough said.

*ability to flush the toilet paper too (squeals of delight)

*learning the power of His Word

*baseball games ... and every other sport as my boys dive into this culture

*Christmas tree lights and wrapping paper

*birthday parties celebrated with family after many years without

* 4th of July celebrations, the first for my youngest

*4 generations seated around a table

*learning the happy dance with my family gathered in giggles

*simply saying a washer and dryer! (no more rainforest line dry)

*Thanksgiving with a real turkey, lots of mashed potatoes and apple pie

*amigas, my pink polka dots of iron, staying connected across the miles

*a heartbeat for the nations still beating strong in my own.

When You Squeeze from the Middle

2010-09-02T18:15:00.000-07:00

I try. I really do. Most of the time I succeed. Then the toothbrush, in a hurry, the paste, my nature surfaces and I squeeze from the middle.

Thirteen years and I still sometimes slip as my finger slides towards the lumpy easy to squeeze section in the middle. I learned as a just married how my husband loves to roll the tube, logically, precisely, squeezing every molecule of toothpaste from the end, squeezing in a methodical dance with toothpaste to the tip. Loving him, I learned to keep our toothpaste tube happy in the cabinet.

Toothpaste love squeezed in one word; honor. Eyes wide exclaiming "This incredible man chooses me every day. He's my husband. He comes home to my house. Pinch me please." I've heard it explained like a violin. A stratoverius, ridiculously expensive instrument that brings gasps when your fingers touch it. Write this across his forehead, he is priceless. To treat him as such, to honor my husband.

When honor abounds, you smile and remember to squeeze in the right place. And then you do a little happy dance.

Anyone have any ideas to share with me? Creative, original, tried and true ways to show the love of my life honor in our home. I would cherish your suggestions and tuck them into my marriage.

To Build A Stadium

2010-08-30T17:47:00.001-07:00

My youngest, the little guy, turning 6. For months they discuss and hash the ideas for their birthdays. Months before, with a sparkle in his eye he chooses sports. You see, this momma loves to get a bit creative, and my boys anticipate Caleb's 'big game' for weeks. Forget the fact that we live in Arizona and well in the middle of August it will be 115 degrees for an outside sport theme day. Now, how to build a stadium.

My boy turning little man jumps into the planning stages. We send out tickets for all of our friends and family. Set a menu to rival any concession stand (hot pretzels, chili dogs, nachos with the cheese sauce ...) and go about fitting some type of water into every wacky game we can create. By the way, lacrosse rackets are perfect water balloon catchers if any one ever asks ...

Our stadium decorated, fans arriving in game attire, ages 3 - 87, all here to celebrate our Caleb, the bold one, who has impacted our world and will impact His. To build a stadium. To build a boy wrapped in our love, celebrated and cherished. A boy learning to run his race, and rejoicing that someday he will cross the tape to a crowd of witnesses that are cheering him on even now. Imagine the celebration. Imagine the stadium.

Counting down my thanks ... (44-61)

* squeals of delight as water balloons burst

*forgetting calories and splurging with nacho cheese jalapeno sauce

*great grandparents in the stadium

*raising our boys with family after many years without

*friends who muscle frozen pretzels with sharp knives

*115 degrees and the sweat that cools a mommy off while running

*a backyard full of friends

*candles aflame with notes of celebration in the air

*big brothers who read all of the birthday cards

*grown adults who come dressed and ready to play

*friends to face paint

*sun tea with ice cubes, glass sweating

*did I mention the nacho jalapeno sauce

*youngest boy bright with life, enjoying his "big game"

*hours of fun with new toys

*Jesus' faithfulness in providing when he gave his toys away on the mission field

*ice cream smears on noses

*our Caleb, my nose nuzzle prince

Sharing with a Smile

2010-08-28T05:38:00.000-07:00

Two babes, worlds apart, brought together by the love of Jesus. Saturday posts for me, a way to look back, remember, sort through old photos, bit and traces of memories, a heritage of all that God has done and doing. This photo grabbed me today and simply held on tight.

My little guy (the blond one) and his big brother packed up their toys in a huge dufflebag, filling to burst. Our destination, Kenya. They wanted to share their treasures with those who had little. During our outreach we shared Jesus in villages, bomas, orphanages, streets, and schools. We gave of ourselves. And my little one gave away all of his baby toys to the abandoned babies ravaged by AIDS in the orphanage. Nose to nose, sharing Jesus' love with a smile.

Can we outgive? Absolutely not. I may not have baby toys in a memory box to cherish. Instead, I have a photo and a memory of my youngest learning what it means to love like Jesus.

Live it Loud

2010-08-24T16:10:00.000-07:00

Seriously, it's talked about, oohed about, dreamed of, drooled over .... All of this over a word. LOVE. For good reason, of everything, all the mistakes, all the oops times, it's the one thing guaranteed as Corinthians 13:8 shouts "Love never fails."

Not the emotion love. Real love. Real love doesn't appear wrapped in emotion, but in action. To be motivated by love. To react the way love would react. To step with God because He is love. All I have to do is make the decision to be motivated by His love rather than my own human feelings. Discovering and learning to dance in His love has made all the difference in my family. And I'm still learning.

Learning that when I walk in the love of God, moved by compassion, a shield protects me. Keeping out all the fiery darts, I can walk as Jesus through the angry mob and not be harmed. To hold my shield in place, I must obey God's Word.

"But if anyone obeys his word, God's love is truly made complete in him. This is how we know we are in him; Whoever claims to live in him must walk as Jesus did." (1 John 2:5-6)

No matter what my situation looks like. love cannot fail. God is love and God cannot fail. Step by step, taking God at His Word, trusting Him over anything else screaming to get my attention. Love is a powerful weapon.

In our home, an attack from an unlikely place. As things spiraled downward something deep down took a stance and chose to love. To continue to share my love, His love, provide, care for, listen, hug, as my response to the destruction being hurled at me. My life a testimony that His love never fails. Love guarded my heart from bitterness. Love protected me from accusations being flung at others. Love wrapped around me and did not fail. It cannot.

In my family, I'm putting this love thing to the test. Loving unconditionally by acting on God's Word, loving God by loving my children and husband, walking in love, perfecting the love walk and the pivotal step to our happy dance.

Love is the greatest thing that can happen to my family. Committing to, living the life of love, determining to obey the Word no matter what, watching God turn failure into success in my home again and again, proving it for myself, love never fails.

Words Over Me

2010-08-23T12:04:00.000-07:00

Words wrap me in love, hand in hand, around my me. Fingers touch. Syllables linger.

Words bless us or curse us. The words I hear in the morning, linger with me through the day.

Today I pause amidst the bustle of words, to write mine of thankfulness as I continue to count ... (32 - 43)

*a husband looking to soul and speaking "you are an amazing woman"

*the words I spoke to ask my Jesus in my life so long ago

*a phone call every afternoon filled with his words

*my handwritten name written on an envelope in the mailbox

*giggles where words dissolve into laughter in the air

*revelation today to create a sweet atmosphere in my home with my words

*three simple syllables 'I love you' spoken over me

*Faith filled words that charge me and encourage me to soar

*sweet notes from friends afar

*'Good morning sunshine' as he awakens me each morning

*'mommy' being spoken straight to my heart from little lips

*His Word, to wash me, teach me, refresh me, and drench me in His goodness.

Friends, take a moment. To be thankful. To share a word spoken over you that lifts you high.

Shattered Chains

2010-08-19T18:11:00.000-07:00

She steps into the courtyard, dappled with sunshine. A hint of music lingers in the air, enticing her feet to worship and dance. For the first time, in the brilliance of the day's light, truth streams down and she notices the chains.

Her royal garment, hand woven, fitted to her frame, marred by the rusted metal clinging around her. How could she have missed them. She has carried them for what seems an eternity. They simply became a part of her, a part she was never intended to carry.

Softly coming, steps towards her. The chains revealed in the light, scream at her to hide. He will never love you with these. Run away. Straight into the depth of the ravage forest where you can hide the chains from sight. Her mind gives way to fear and she looks for an escape.

The sound of His love pouring over her calls her back. Standing at the gateway, a reminder of the past she so desperately wants to leave behind. Washed in His love, she turns face to face. With no words left, she hangs her head as shame overtakes. He lifts her chin, gazing into His eyes all pain, regret, shame dissipate into His love.

Surrendering the chains to Abba, they simply shatter in the radiance of His glory.

"If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." - John 8:31-32

Sauce Drips Dry

2010-08-17T21:05:00.000-07:00

Gathered around our table, a common dish filled of memory scoops up on our forks. Beans and rice with a sauce of Costa Rica spicing up our palates. Our beloved Salsa Lizano, a taste of our life on the mission field, a favorite of little princes, a taste of their childhood. Pouring from the bottle, the sauce drips dry.

Simultaneously as the final drops of our past pour out, the drips of our future spill from the sky. Rain. The sound of rain drenching the desert intermingles with the memories of missions in the drizzly rain forest.

And the downpour refreshes our desert rose. A secret to my Happy Dance, splashes with every drop. Our minds can cause us to linger in the past. I choose to dance in the rain of today.

"Forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize ...." - Philippians 3:13

When You Dance with the Broom

2010-08-16T06:05:00.000-07:00

When the day dawns and sun kisses your morning. Wipe sleep from your eyes to prepare for the task ahead. Momma slips into well worn rags decorated with bleach prints, cloth awaiting the adventure. Cleaning begins. The deep kind that scours corners, unearths dust hiding from sight, shines floors, bans clutter. Room to room, leaving a scent of fresh accomplishment. To be keeper of this treasure, my home. Dancing with well worn corn broom.

In my life, much the same. Cleaning continues. The deep kind. No longer hiding the dust that clings to unused talents. Cobwebs of fear swept away by growing faith. His Word, washing away the dinginess and stains on my heart. Each room, leaving His fresh scent. We truly are the aroma to this world. Dancing with Him and the corn broom.

Continuing to count my thanks in praise ...

20. toilets to scour that flush (living in places without, I rejoice now)

21. the smell of fresh laundry off the line

22. fingerprint smudges everywhere, wiping away I will someday miss

23. little boy treasures unearthed from secret hiding places

24. a house that almost overwhelms me to clean as His abundant blessing

25. stairs to sweep (my youngest has always dreamed of stairs)

26. bathtubs to rinse (my oldest longed for a bathtub for years on the mission field)

27. one word, a US washing machine and the memories of scrubbing boy dirt by hand

28. dust bunnies under a marriage bed

29. a corn broom handed down, perfect for dancing

30. our Bibles, all 4 dust free

31. the power of God's Word to clean away the grime of lives

When You Break the Hut

2010-08-14T06:37:00.000-07:00

A young missionary wife and momma, in an indigenous village, sleeping on wooden planks of hut built high above the ground. Screeches of rain forest drizzle, sleepy eyes to keep under mosquito net, seeing a culture through a toddler's heart, sharing hope with those who need to hear. But what happens when you forget - step only on support beams. Standing in middle of floor, scoop up a little bundle and the weight of the two of you creates a cracking sound. Instantly a momma leg breaks through, dangling 7 feet above the ground. Now I giggle, and even laugh at the memory. A bit embarrassing, a bit hilarious. Who would have ever thought that I would break a hut.

I shared, now I open for others? Share a giggle, a memory, an oops that looking back, makes you smile.

Knowing me

2010-08-11T10:00:00.000-07:00

Knowing me. 13 years of life, crumpled together in glorious reality of day to day. Who I was, at 20 when a ring forever changed my now, I did not know. Somehow he saw and chose to believe in who I would become.

Bending on knee, asking for my heart, declaring his love for the first time, washing me in the Word. My prince, has 13 years slipped through our eyes together. You have seen the best and worst in me, no masks. Knowing me more intimately and profoundly than any other.

My knowing little of marriage and wife wisdom, you devoured crunchy rice and failed culinary masterpieces. Battling in prayer, you upheld me when I could no longer stand. Huts of distant lands, you took my hand. Holding me when fear stole my breath. Caring for the delicate blossom of me as it emerged on the vine.

Can it be, possible to love with intensity matched only by his. Wrapped in his arms, dreams intertwining with mine. I blush still to this day. His eyes alone can capture mine and hold me in a state of thankfulness mixed with anticipation of what lies ahead.

80's Fun!

2010-08-07T05:59:00.000-07:00

The fam all decked out for punky 80's night

Saturday posts, a bit of fun for me. I hope you don't mind walking through my photos as it brings a smile to simply remember.

In the midst of missions ministry, always reaching a generation, dress up nights a must. This one, 80's night. And yes, my sweet hubby looked great dressed up as an 80's nerd. Thankfully, it had been quite a while since my hair ponied on the side. And the boys, simply punk rock perfection.

Would you delve into the scrapbooks of your memory and share with us a funny dress up time (from you our your family) and if you dare, share the picture too!

Tunnel Vision

2010-08-05T12:44:00.000-07:00

I'm here, I'm here. Haven't run away. Sorry for the silence. Getting focussed, fighting a strategic battle, stepping into rest and letting my God take the burden, because it's time.

Standing on His promises. The only thing worth standing on. Still doing the happy dance, each and every day. His Word, speaking it, devouring it, kissing my day. It is truly possible to live the good life while in the midst of a storm. Sunshine all around. His peace.

Focussing on Him, my role as wife and mommy, preparing for a new year of homeschool, celebrating our 13th anniversary, rocking the house with his praises, a 6 year olds birthday party on the horizon, taking time to breathe. And that's this week.

I'm focussing on the best, what lies at the end of my tunnel. So many distractions can tempt my attention to wander. My Jesus. My hubby and kids. Growing in faith and love. Yep, proud to say I'm developing tunnel vision. What is at the end of your tunnel?

Two Minutes Amen

2010-07-26T21:39:00.000-07:00

A simple prayer, sweetness uttered from this lil' guy. "Thank you Jesus 2 minutes amen." We never figured out where the 2 minutes came from, for months it made us smile. I wonder how it makes Jesus feel when we pray the same thing.

Over and over again in my life, honestly evaluating. How often have I uttered this prayer. A microwave prayer, fix it Jesus, 2 minutes amen. I don't have time to really soak in your Word, just do it now, 2 minutes amen. Learn more about faith, do I have to really study it, supernaturally grow it please, 2 minutes amen. You told me to memorize, meditate, plant your promises, can you just take care of it instead, 2 minutes amen. I'm pretty busy serving you Jesus, my kids need more of me, take care of them for me, 2 minutes amen. Missions, remember I'm a missionary, so much to do, I can give you 2 minutes, amen.

Learning the happy dance, I am taking back my time and getting all in order. How much time have I spent over these past years pouring into others, when I needed more time with Him? How often have I encountered a problem, looked for someone to pray for me and fix it, read the right book and have it poof away, instead of devouring His Word where the solution already exists.

Seriously friends, have we become a 2 minute Christian culture? To live the happy dance we need constant nourishment from His Word. Model our lives after Jesus. Hmmm, did he spend quality time with the Father? How in the world could I have thought that I could live victoriously in this life with praying my 2 minute, amen. How can any of us?

The secret to the happy dance, living in it each and every day, depression banished forever, joy oozing out of every corner in our home, a marriage that seems like a dream where you never want to wake .... Not someone praying for me. Not the latest book offering a quick solution. Getting into the Word, digging in, devouring it, realizing I need it to breathe. Washing my mind, all that I am in His promises. Watching Jesus, reading His life on pages, incorporating the Truth into my life. Pondering, talking, digesting, igniting, engaging. And not just for two minutes.

Drenched

2010-07-17T07:17:00.000-07:00

In case you have yet to guess, I LOVE PHOTOS. Getting caught up on our albums, savoring the precious faces, memories, all bring smiles to this momma's heart.

I scooped up this one. Simply had to share. A snapshot of our life in Costa Rica, a place of rain, rain, rain. Completely drenched, look at the sheer bubbly joy on the face of my youngest. Sometimes, it's good to get sopping wet, drenched, wet all over.

I'm having a bit of fun and want to invite you to join me. After all, this is splashing glory and I would love to be splashed by you. What memories do you have of being drenched, or pictures in your album of the heart. Splash away friends ...

Shout it, LOUD!

2010-07-14T13:50:00.000-07:00

Confess it, say it, proclaim it, scream it, shout it, whatever it takes, get the WORD in you.

As I sit here, realizing all that has changed, transformed, renewed in my life over the past few months. From leaving a way of life I loved, missions, people, rainforest, to settle once again in the desert. Along the way, a path of learning, soaring, singing, dancing the happy dance.

Raw, real, I promised to share my path, step by step. One of the major steps, the starting point, simple, profound, the WORD of God. Seriously, no joking. No magic bean to swallow and transform over night. We had seen our marriage in the light of truth, our family, lay down all ministry, focus on His Word. The truth transforms.

Like a seed, planted, words bear fruit. They are wrapped in faith or fear. And they produce a harvest after their kind. Faith filled words hand you victory. Fear filled words lead to defeat. I had enough of fear words in my life. Time to plant some faith words. But where to start?

"So then, faith comes by hearing, and hearing the word of God." -Romans 10:17

Hearing it, means someone has to say it. And you know what, I tend to believe my own voice over anyone else's. I took the step to the tune of the music. Not just reading God's Word, saying it, out loud. Starting my day with scriptures of victory, love, hope, faith, joy, all wrapped in promises for me.

When the enemy roared, I had life in words to cling to. Over and over saying them, defeating him with every syllable. Continuing, change began. My heart hearing my words began to believe and faith grew. Today, I continue, getting more of His truth, the WORD in me, saying it, shouting it, speaking to the mountains the power of the Word of God.

Imagine the dancing that goes on around here as I watch a mountain crumble into dust at my feet.

Fearfully, Wonderfully Me

2010-07-12T05:06:00.000-07:00

Simply me.

I could post a great pic of me, all dazzled up, makeup hiding blemishes, smile perfected for camera. Not today.

Today a shot from my 6 year old's angle. His mommy, fearfully and wonderfully, hanging laundry on the line, wearing comfy pants, hair tossled and tucked.

As I count towards mil gracias, tackling a truth and proclaiming thanks. Choosing to rejoice and return to Jesus and thank Him for making me, every part, in perfection, fearfully and wonderfully me

9. slightly curly slightly straight hair perfect for tucking on rainy days

10. stretch marks in places only we see, reminder of the blessings sleeping down the hall

11. height of tower, tall enough to reach things for strangers in stores, smiling thanks

12. eyes blue and filled with dreams

13. slivers of gray peeking, a crown of wisdom

14. girly shape shifting a bit, not noticed by love of my life

15. uniquely bent smile, showing the spunk in my personality

16. noticeable birth mark, always helped me to remember right from left

17. dainty size 10 tootsies, that can still out race my boys.

18. TRUTH wrapped in Psalm 139:14 "I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. "

19. fearfully, wonderfully me

Join me this morning in starting our week in thankfulness. On this Monday, what part of you can you wrap in fearfully and wonderfully thanks?

Hand in Hand

2010-07-10T05:00:00.000-07:00

Brothers. Walking hand in hand. Dusty trails of Kenya, Africa.

Mommy. Sitting now in the US. Piles of photos, memories, years on the mission field. I'm five years behind on albums. Capturing their childhood worth every moment as I choose, edit, and save our memories in leather bound.

Slipping this one into the page, tears trickled down. Tears of joy for all that I have walked through, intense difficult times like this in Kenya, and never alone. A precious reminder for me today that I always have someone holding my hand. I never walk alone.

Close your eyes and listen with me today.

I can feel His hand in mine, that's all I need to know.

Dancing

2010-07-08T17:36:00.000-07:00

The journey continues as she hears the melody linger in the air, delighting her senses, captivating her soul. She picks up pen and captures the moment in syllables of heart.

To see His feet.

hear the sweet music captivating all

longing to dance with my King.

In shame, head hangs low.

I'm afraid I don't know how.

The steps, the rhythm, letting Him lead, only blurs of hope.

In majestic gentleness, my chin lifts

I cannot focus on His face, not yet,

Avert my eyes, hear His voice

His words forever change my me.

'Stand on my feet, my daughter, and we will dance.

I will teach you the steps as you learn to trust me.'

Holding close, I step on nail scarred feet.

The dance begins.

With each step, more freedom, lavish love, surrendered trust.

The powerful melody touches deep down. She steps on toes strong enough to always hold hers. The song of her life to the tune of His heart, for she can hear His this close. The heartbeat of heaven intertwining with her notes of life. And the dance continues because the music will never cease.

To read more of her journey, a journey many of us have walked, simply click.

Sticky Joy

2010-07-05T18:40:00.000-07:00

Step by step, mop by mop, learning the happy dance in our family. Each Monday, I'm gonna share, straight up, from the heart, the sticky stuff that needed to be mopped up in my life, shiny floors illuminating the light revealed.

Choosing joy, rejoicing no matter what circumstances scream. Emotions, they lie. Situations distort the truth. God's Word, hmmm always perfect truth, trustworthy. Lean on it even with sticky floors.

In our family, we have learned to soak in God's truth. Proclaiming His Word over our day. Meditating, really getting it in, so deep that whatever comes our way, we smile and let the Truth wash over our hearts. A process, consistent, dramatic results.

Each day I wipe slumber from my eyes and whisper 'This is the day the Lord has made and I will rejoice and be glad in it.' Been saying it until I believe it. I dare you to start and never stop.

Sleepy mommy, no need to explain. I choose to rejoice. Circumstances begin to shout. On hands and knees cleaning up, well things only a mommy cleans. You get the picture. Can I still be happy?

I had laid the foundation. On hands and knees in a kitchen covered with sticky staining ick, wiping, slopping and smiling. From down deep it comes. The tune bursts forth and I begin to sing "This is the day, the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it."

Planted in my heart, His Word works, always. It gets inside if we will deposit it and colors the way we see the world. It's the true secret to the Happy Dance.

Painted Thanks

2010-07-05T05:03:00.000-07:00

In the midst of barbed wire fences and muddled gray skies, His promise prevails. Dappled in color, each a brushstroke, a reminder for all to breathe gracias.

2. Red cherry stained lips giving popsicle kisses to mommy

3. Orange bounces, shooting hoops on a basketball court in all places our backyard, teaching the goose neck to boys reaching for stars

4. Yellow post it with 8 year old penned words "I love you" stuck straight to my heart

5. Green snuggle chair throne room entrance, a place my own with my King.

6. Blue boyhood eyes sparkling with joy and hint of mischief.

7. Scarlet paper scraped crayon, the chosen favorite in budding artists box

8. Black sweetness wrapped up in puppy fur

Fridge Stalker

2010-07-03T06:00:00.000-07:00

Can I share a secret? I have a strange string that draws me to people refrigerators. Not for munchies, although I do love the occasional smackerel, but for pictures. Literally, when I step into a new friend's home, I can hardly wait to look at their fridge.

I cannot begin to count the number of times as a guest I have uttered the words "Do you mind if I look at your photos", stopping at the fridge and of course hitting the picture walls. So here I am sitting at a computer, wanting to look at all of your refrigerators. To capture the essence of your home with magnets stuck to faces.

Wish I could visit ... until I can here's my favorite picture that continues to cling to my Fridgidaire. And because I love pics, I'll be sharing some with you on Saturdays. If anyone wants to join me, leave me a note and we can connect them up and have a fridge linking party.

Shadow Stomping

2010-07-01T18:02:00.000-07:00

With each step, her journey to Jesus continues. No longer crouching, hidden in darkness, decisions await. Engage the light or live in the shadows?

Our past taunts us. Standing in the way of path ahead. Skewing the light and distorting into shadows of regrets, if onlys, shame. Intriguing, as shadows loom larger than life, clinging to us in full sun. No one notices shadows in utter darkness.

Standing near gate, she pauses. The freedom of childhood flits in through a memory. We all remember the game of shadow stomping. Childhood innocence, living, free to make mistakes.

Her eyes accustomed more each day to the brilliance of light. Her feet begin to stomp. Renouncing the shadows in her life, rejoicing in the light that reveals them.

"For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of light." - Ephesians 5:8

And do a little shadow stomping.

Happy Dance

2010-06-28T20:33:00.000-07:00

"The happiest people in the world are those who feel absolutely terrific about themselves, and this is the natural outgrowth of accepting total responsibility for every part of their life." - B. Tracey.

Shouldn't this describe us. People in love with Jesus. Overflow with joy. Marked by happiness in our hands. Feeling absolutely terrific about ourselves because we know who we are in Him. Accepting total responsibility for our thoughts, actions, words, every part of our life knowing that we will be held accountable regardless.

As a family, returning to the US after serving in missions, worn and weary, stuck in the muck, desiring a happy dance. How does a frazzled family learn the happy dance? Step by step.

We laid it all down. Began to listen to His music over our lives. We have been radically transformed. Our marriage restored beyond imagination, children bubbling with all of God's promises ripe for harvest, depression out the window, favor overtaking past failures, standing tall in my identity and beauty. Step by step.

Many have asked after I shared from my heart. Would you share more? Opening my heart and putting it to words, writing with pen, typing with passion, reading this ...

"But I have prayed for you, that your faith should not fail; and when you have returned to Me, strengthen your brethren." - Jesus

I'm ready.

As I continue to learn step by step, join me in this dance. And as I open my life transparent before you, would you share something that makes you happy.

Twirling

2010-06-24T16:08:00.000-07:00

A little girl twirls in a sparkly dress. Twirling to delight her daddy.

His gaze dances in her eyes and giggles her down to her pink toes.

As she grows, darkness of the world creeps in, crowding the air.

Eventually overtakes her, snuffing her twirling freedom.

In the haze, her eyes no longer reflect Daddy's gaze.

She becomes accustomed to the darkness.

She was created to twirl in the light.

Will she forever crouch in the stifling shadows?

Has she forgotten how to twirl?

A crack of light streams in, she opens the book.

Daddy's promise shines brightly.

Standing, she begins to twirl again as His glory spins the darkness away.

"Arise, shine; For your light has come! And the glory of the Lord is risen upon you. For behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and deep darkness the people. But the Lord will arise over you. And His glory will be seen upon you." - Isaiah 60:1-2

Anyone else feel like twirling with me today?

Crossing the Line

2010-06-22T16:13:00.000-07:00

I've crossed the line in my life. Crossing over from hope to faith. With each step, with every faith filled word that speaks from my mouth, faith takes deeper root in my heart.

As a Christian, a missionary for goodness sake, I thought I understood faith. I thought I lived it. I thought I walked it. I certainly talked it. In reality my words were hope not faith.

I always hoped for the best. Hoped for God's promises to become true in my life, some day. Hope focuses on the future. Faith is now. I had mixed up my words and my heart.

"But without faith it is impossible to please him:" - Hebrews 11:6

Pleasing God, bringing a smile to His face, my life goal. Going after faith, studying in depth, digging deeper, what does the Word say? He's placed the ability to walk in faith in my hands. He says I need it to please Him, so it must be attainable. A realization that the responsibility rests with me whether or not I have faith propels me forward.

"So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing the word of God." - Romans 10:17

Simple, but the greatest truths always are. Hearing God's Word, the real stuff, straight from Jesus' lips, the Word made flesh, not relying solely on other's teachings. Whatever need I have, the faith to receive my answers comes from hearing the Word of God.

No more if prayers (if this is God's will ...) No more doubt filled words. The prayer of faith, speaking the Word over any situation, changes things. My old words of "if" simply a badge of doubt I refuse to wear any longer.

Determined, I am feeding upon the Word continually. Meditating on the Word, speaking them, the truth sinking down deep. Taking root in my heart, the abundance will produce a harvest of faith. Circumstances around me, won't matter. I know I have all that God has promised me. I am seeing my faith grow, and with it my ability to receive the promises of God to His children.

I know Jesus smiles on me and I'm finally getting it. And the sand on this side of the line feels delightfully squishy between my toes.

Anyone want to join me in this faith splashing journey? Will you splash us today with how a promise of God has unfolded in your life or words of faith to drench us in God's goodness.

Under the Table

2010-06-17T21:54:00.001-07:00

"But even the dogs under the table eat the children's crumbs" - Mark 7:28

Hungry for anything ... just a crumb will suffice.

Feeling unworthy. Afraid. The eyes of others scrutinize in her mind.

Dressed in tattered rags next to princely fabrics of extravagant gifts and talents.

She cannot compare.

No longer wanting to sit at His table. She just wants her King.

Broken and humbled, she slips under.

A dog, desiring simple crumbs.

The majestic wood hides her from their eyes searching mine.

The King whispers to her heart and joy trickles in her soul.

Crawling past fancy shoes and well worn feet fitted with the gospel of peace.

I reach feet adorned with scars of nail.

Kissing, washing with grateful tears.

All of my affections placed in a bottle,

to break at His feet.

Under the table, clutching just His feet.

Eyes closed tight, the unimaginable happens.

My King slips from His royal chair.

Leaving His rightful place of honor,

He crawls under the table.

Just to be with me.

For days I linger in this place.

Wrapped in His love, and in my unworthy state of heart

Prayers, tears, pain exposed, freedom released.

He beckons me to come out.

Glancing down my tattered rags replaced

Royal garments spun in blood red forgiveness

A place at the wedding feast, set for me, His princess.

Escorted, I am free to take my place

To reign in His kingdom with my King.

A journey of letting go of the past, the dog like feelings lurking in our hearts, learning to reign as children of the king. An astounding hold your breath in anticipation journey. Do you ever think can it get any better? I cannot possibly be the only one completely in awe of where I have come from and the path that awaits my every step. Delight, giddiness, reality of the kingdom seeping into me. A journey.

Journey

2010-06-10T22:17:00.000-07:00

"Thou hast only to follow the wall far enough and there will be a door in it." - M. De Angeli

Groping in the darkness, she became accustomed to walking by fingertips. The rough texture of the bark, the mossy coolness padding her fingers, the constant searching for her way in the dense forest. On her journey, never alone. Wildness creeped into the night, sounds of unknown enemies stealing her peace. Fear warped her thoughts, fingers of darkness and doubts spreading thin over her heart, squeezing, suffocating faith. Day and night blurred together in a mix of anxiety and worry. The spiraling trees blocking sun lit paths. Only bursts of light dancing down to the dim forest floor brought sparks of joy in her path.

Searching, always searching. Dainty eyes adjusted to the darkness, meant for the light. Still she trudged on. Through the murky swamps, stale dampness clinging to her tattered garments. Bare feet weary from the harsh rocks and reaching roots that jeered and taunted her every stumble. Pressing on. In her depths, she knew something was worth searching. She could never have been meant to live like this.

Darkness surrounding, depression taunting her breath, worn hands grope for direction. Touch of stone jars her senses, hope trinkles and lights her countenance. The wall. Shelter from the ravage forest. Steps lighten following the wall over fallen logs and roots of deception. As she knew, deep in heart, the wall leads to a door. Knock, seek, find. One step changes her life and begins the journey. Sheer exhaustion catapults her to the corner, hugging the safety of the stone she drifts into slumber. Content for the moment to simply be inside, the story. A story of redemptive beauty unfolding step by step. Her story continues ...

Finally Words

2010-06-08T20:59:00.001-07:00

After months of chrysalis, I have the chain shattering words to reveal all that has been taking wing in my life.

Serving on the mission field for 5 years as a young family, we loved Jesus with all of our heart. We saw missions as the best way to serve Him. We were seeking Jesus but couldn't find him to the depths our hearts longed for. We both knew something was missing, words never uttered, but deep down, knowng.

Searching, we voraciously devoured every book, new teachings, attended conferences. God knew our hungry hearts. He called us out of a nation to another, back home. A way of life that defined us, surrendered to know Him.

Delivered to the doorstep of a just Jesus focussed ministry. Not just a teaching to tell us how to do it, a breathing vessel to show us step by step, hand in hand. Shifting our gaze, washing our minds in the Word, being willing to do what Jesus said to do.

At first, I cringed and fought. I knew life as a caterpillar and the munch of the leaves. Slowly, I realized .... I was created to fly free.

Our family, our marriage, our children, we wanted it better. Now it is. We knew inside something was missing. Nothing is missing now. And you can catch the glimmer of my wings as I soar.

"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly." - Richard Bach

Today Simply

2010-05-31T08:57:00.000-07:00

Today, I will be like the light of the morning at sunrise, like the brightness after the rain. (2 Samuel 23:4)

Today, I trust in You with all my heart, leaning not on my own understanding. I acknowledge you, knowing you will direct my every step. (Proverbs 3:6)

Today, the voice of a stranger fades into background dribble as I hear my Shepherd's voice and follow. (John 10:4-5)

Today, world overcoming faith bubbles inside of me because I am born of God. For greater is He that is in me that is in the world. (1 John 4:4, 1 John 5:4-5)

Today, the peace of God rules in my heart and I refuse to worry. (Colossians 3:15)

Today, my eyes will remain focussed on the Word of God, life to me. I have found it and will never let it go. (Proverbs 4:21-22)

Today, I walk as a child of the light. Once surrounded by darkness, no longer lingering in the shadows. (Ephesians 5:8)

Tomorrow, no I live for this day and tackle tomorrow when it is my today. (Matthew 6:39)

1. To begin my countdown, thankful for simply today.

Dream into Reality

2010-05-26T17:22:00.000-07:00

A dream kept my eyes shut. Holding lids tight to dream just a minute more, hoping to never forget. Sara, the princess and my love, the prince. We met in the village, both clothed in disguise under the watchful eye of our King.

As the sun kissed my morning, I rubbed sleep from my eyes. The dream lingered, mingled into reality. I live in this dream, under the watchful eye of our King.

When I met my Ryan, I saw him for the prince he was destined to be in God’s kingdom. He saw the King’s princess in my eyes. Yet we were clothed in disguise, the rags of the world that covered our royalty.

Over the past 12 years, we have walked together on the road to His castle. Tattered rags haves been stripped away and replaced with royal garments, humility, love, compassion, and grace.

Walking the road to a new land, we found shelter in a castle provided by His hand. A time of restoration and transformation. The tattered rags of worn love thread bare from years of ministry and toil. My prince's gaze turned my heart no more. Simply look away, pretend.

Guides along our trail, met us, walked with us, tears upon their cheeks, seeing what we could be. We battled when our armor clinked in dusty squeaks. The music of romance no longer heard in the echo chamber of our life. We learned to listen again and hear His love song.

The season passed. My prince's eyes changed. I cannot explain. Love flooded over me from his heart when he looks past what I have become, only seeing the princess once again. Time, healing, dancing in his gaze once again. Beauty warped by fear vanishing in acceptance.

Trusting. Hearing the melody. Delight. My eyes changed as well. My royal dreams, with eyes opened and closed. Dreams becoming reality in the light.

Mommy Magna

2010-05-25T18:12:00.000-07:00

'Tis time for a Mommy Magna. A new land smelling of fresh. Traveling to freedom. Aboard a ship headed for success even in the midst of the tossing waves. A proclamation of how our transformed family will be run, protected, and nurtured. You my precious boys hold more treasures than any undiscovered land.

1. i refuse to cram you into my box of rule lined perfection, squashing your sensitive spirit. I will remember joy of childhood and allow you to splash as long as you desire.

2. Rush, rush, rush goes out the door. Hurried frantic scurrying screams that everyone else is more important than you. Amateurs hurry. Mommy knows being a tad bit late is acceptable to savor these moments with you.

3. Honey words alone will drip from my mouth. Frustration barbs, negative stabs, anger argues you will be bombarded with in the world, not in our home.

4. I will stick to our schedule, providing a predictable and secure framework for your day, a reliable pattern to surround you with confidence as you spread your wings.

5. Words, actions = honor! As a priceless treasure I will honor you as such. Imagine, I am blessed to spend my days with you. Others can only dream of such.

6. Wrap upped in humility, I will be the first to admit when I blow it, faltering from the best for you. I will say I'm sorry and ask for your forgiveness. Always remembering that I am the mommy and you are the child.

7. And I know there's more to come .... I would love to hear your nuggets of declaration for your families as well. Please do share.

Frazzled Berries

2010-05-17T18:44:00.000-07:00

Little ones counting a bounty of berries ... 145, 146, 147 as they grew on the vine. Our mouths watered each day filling buckets to drench them in rain. Living in the desert, we cultivated the sandy soil, babied our seedlings and provided puddles. If only we had remembered the sun.

Scorching temps pounded our beloved berries. Sun drenched them in heat. To simply survive, the plants wilted, abandoned their fruit. Scorched leaves, shriveled berries we will never taste. We were so close.

A few months ago, counting the fruit of ministry about to ripen. We moved to the desert. We cultivated the soil in our hearts the best we knew how. Puddles of occasional nourishment watered our souls. If only we had remembered the sun.

I am not one to give up in gardening or life.

A simple remedy, a green piece of shade plastic nailed on boards. Covering the baby plants. protecting them from the scorching sun of the desert. Simple shade.

Nailing His shade over my life as well. Getting out from the scorching sun, I find rest, protection, comfort, and shade in His Word. Reading through Matthew, Mark, Luke, John and Acts, soaking in Jesus' words. Sitting in the shade of His promises regardless of the desert sun blazing around me. Never forget the sun. Find shade.

The story doesn't end ... gardening shears, clips, snips, dead fruit removed. The plants fought stubbornly as the itchy bumps on my arms prove. Somehow I feel I fought just as hard. Dead leaves and fruit pruned from my life. Anticipating sweet fruit of this next season.

Creamy Summer Love

2010-05-13T13:10:00.000-07:00

Sizzling summer temps creeping around the corner. Bounty of veggies and my creamy love, red pepper hummus. I must admit, when creating a culinary masterpiece, this creamy goodness remains my central focus. Surrounded by sugar snap peas, vibrant mini peppers, English cucumbers and baby carrots (oh praising that this country has baby carrots, we have it good) Smack dab in the middle of our table, we twist, reach, munch and devour freshness.

Summer serves up delicious dishes. As the heat in the desert begins to climb, I'm on the hunt for more recipes to celebrate the season. Any suggestions for no-cooking delights for a family of four with two boys eager to enjoy their first Arizona summer? Share with me your favorite taste of summer and some fresh ideas for our family. And nothing is off limits, as I am the one who serves hummus as the main course :)

Mommy Giggles

2010-05-09T20:40:00.001-07:00

(and yes, I was tickling them for the picture, can't you see it in my eyes?)

clunky tiptoes, mommy's pretend sleep

door burst open with a parade fit for a queen

their queen, their mommy

homemade flag to lead the procession

treasure chest of hand pressed gifts filled with oodles of love

8 year old fingers clutching the words of a song to sing

silver glimmer worn with joy

snuggles, giggles, celebration

Mommy's Day holds special memories for me. 9 years ago, on Mothers' Day a pink strip pregnancy test announced I would be a mommy. A new life given to me. My first Mother's Day gift from my Abba God. This Mommy's Day, reflecting on the transformation in our family, a new life for our family given to me. The best gift from my Abba.

My Abba God delights in giving good gifts. He is good. He wraps me in His love and gives the best presents for Mommy's Day and every day. What precious gifts did you receive today?

Beauty All Around

2010-05-01T15:34:00.001-07:00

Today is beautiful. No matter where I am, beauty sneaks up and overwhelms me. If I will only open my eyes wide open. Moving from the richness of the Costa Rican rainforest to the dryness of the desert, my eyes needed time to shift focus. The weather warms up and the desert around us bursts into bloom. This is my Arizona, wrapped in beauty.

Opening my eyes today, looking for the special, the unique, the moments to remember in my simple day. Daddy and his sons playing baseball in the backyard. The hum of the dryer (trust me, this is a melody for those of us who have line dried for years on the mission field). Silver dangly earrings. Gooey cheese pizza and strawberry smoothies. A date awaiting me this evening with my love. Beauty in the everyday.

Take a moment and stop, look around. listen. What simply beauty surrounds you today, waiting to be discovered?

Cactus Happy

2010-04-26T18:38:00.000-07:00

Celebrating with cactus kisses. Celebrating a year since I began splashing in this blog.

Celebrating all that has blossomed in my life, including you dear friends.

Introducing myself for the first time you came to encourage me in this new adventure. Imagine a year that I began as a missionary mommy serving as a family in Costa Rica. A life that I never expected to change. You walked and hugged alongside of me as I said goodbye to a country I loved to follow the Lord's leading, to a country I never thought I would return.

You rejoiced with me as we watched Him provide beyond our wildest dreams, laying down mine to pick up His. You whispered sweetness as I humbly entered into a time of refinement and silent reflection. You listened as I learned to dance on my Daddy's toes and journey into intimacy with my Abba.

Today I simply want to say thank you. I never quite envisioned this year unfolding into a cactus blossom in the Arizonan desert. I can only imagine what goodness awaits me this year.

Every celebration deserves a little party. Wouldn't it be wonderful to meet together and share our stories? I do love to give hugs. Today, would you take a moment to introduce yourself (as of course, friends you are the honored guests) and share something that YOU are celebrating this year. (and maybe something that you are wearing to the party:)

Sweet Spunky Tomatoes

2010-04-24T20:14:00.000-07:00

My Sweet Tomato Love and I

Jicama, kidney beans, spinach and hot fudge sundaes, the ingredients for a scrumptious date. Since returning to the US and allowing God to transform our marriage, dates have once again appeared on our menu. Tonight, we decided to splurge and get spunky.

We headed to Sweet Tomatoes, and threw in a twist. Walking through the salad bar with every fresh ingredient you could imagine from lettuce to blue cheese crumbles, we handed our plates over to each other. Tonight, I chose the food for my love and he chose for me. The only rule, no helping or hinting.

He created a salad filled with my favorites and a few that I wouldn't normally choose (broccoli isn't my fave). Then off to the made from scratch soup/muffin/pasta/pizza bar! My mouth is still watering. We laughed as we would fill each other's drinks with new creations. We smiled as we learned how much we really knew each other's tastes. And yes, there were a few silly gestures or bowls of steamed veggies that appeared on his plate. My sweet tomato hubby and I discovered some new favorites together as creative guesses can lead to tasty treats.

We would love some more fun, cost effective, and creative ideas for our dates. What are your most memorable dates, or maybe even ones that you would love to see us go on? I'm all ears.

FATHE

2010-04-21T20:11:00.000-07:00

Our Joshua digging into His Bible (age 3) in Thailand

I'm asking myself a serious question tonight. Why do we adults make things so difficult?

Faith, like a child, Jesus told us to get it, to find it, to hold onto it. Simple.

My Joshua (in his journal) describes faith this way

The word

fathe works

acts 20:32

is full of power

fathe comes by hearing

fathe pleases God

we have God we have hope

be free

the Devil kills steals and Destroys

take the Bible

he tells us what to do

Simply put. The essence of faith. Notes scribbled quickly during an adult Bible study. A little boy's penmanship. The truth of God's Word coming through his faith filled blue eyes.

I am not seeking after religious doctrine, a hierarchy of fancy terms, more head knowledge to puff up my life with pride. No, my desire, fathe like a child. To take every word spoken by my Jesus, and to simply believe, accept, walk in His truth. Simple, beautiful, powerful, world shaking fathe.

Favor Flavor

2010-04-18T21:00:00.000-07:00

Mommy's chocolate kisses, my favorite flavor

With the splash of summer lingering around the corner, my thoughts turn to scrumptious ice cream. Everyone has a special flavor that sends your tastebuds into a tizzy. For me, homemade sweet cream with mixed in blackberries. And the favor of the Lord. Tasting His favor flavor.

My handsome husband, a chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream scooper, splashed in God's favor. After moving back to the US, then stepping out of full time ministry, the search began for a new career. Needless to say, the economy happens to be in a bit of a slump. Nothing competes with God's favor as my love started a wonderful new career path.

My Josh, a gooey chocolate with caramel sauce prince, walked smack into God's favor. As the youngest contestant in a bible trivia game show, his team was fast at their buzzers. Entering into the final round in the lead, they calculated the math incorrectly and his team waged the wrong amount of points. If any of the teams answered correctly, they would lose. As the answers were revealed, only Joshua answered correctly. His prize, a Wii game system, a sweet favor gift from His heavenly Daddy.

And for me, favor flooded down in the form of this computer. Our computer randomly stopped working, only blinked a question mark, nothing else. All of our pictures, data, everything stored inside. I sat down and typed into the computer "NO LOSS, NO LACK, NOTHING MISSING, FAVOR" a few times. When it was taken to the computer store, my boys and I spoke the same thing into the store. All of our data, safe. They fixed everything. And of course they upgraded it to the newest of everything, absolutely free.

Definitely the favor flavor of the month. ...And it's just the beginning. Now, sweet friends, what ice cream flavor do you enjoy? My spoon is ready.

ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS! (and giveaway)

2010-04-13T13:00:00.000-07:00

Reading, writing, letting God's love drench me each and everyday. It amazes me how much I still need to learn about His unconditional love. He loves me because He loves me because He loves me because He loves me. That's who He is. Nothing that I can do or not do will ever change the waterfall of love that He has for me!

Literally soaking in this truth, I am splashing my children as well. Isn't this a foundation for everything, to know, dance, and breathe in His love. Imagine my delight when a children's book This Little Prayer of Mine by Anthony DeStefano arrived in my mail. The delightful pictures danced into my heart and I began to read.

Whimsical text, colorful snapshots of childhood complete with tossled hair and puppy kisses adorn the pages. A simple heartfelt prayer of a little one, revealing how our Abba God delights in the details of life and created childhood to delight all of us. Dreams, mistakes, childhood wrapped in words. Sweetness like "But most of all I'm grateful for your love that never ends" made me smile.

This book almost won my heart and was read to my boys, until alas, I turned to the last page. A simple phrase, seemingly harmless "I'd like to ask again. Please love me God, forevermore" cut to my core. Such a simple mistake, but one that would not be read in my home.

We don't ask God to love us, He already does! We cannot plead for Him to love us forever. He IS love. He created it. It is His nature to love us always. He cannot change who He is. Maybe it's because of all I am learning. Maybe it is because of this mommy's heart fighting to only represent the TRUE nature of God to my boys. Maybe it's because I am wrapped in His love and I only want others to be as well. His love that never fails and cannot be asked for because it already exists in such enormous measure, we just need to believe it.

Remember, I started reviewing to give books away. And I still am. I struggled a bit on how to give these books away (I have two) until a hint of creativity bubbled up. I cannot mail the book like it is to any of you, I care for your too much. So, the last page has been a bit doctored. You couldn't give it away as new, but maybe you'll smile each time you read it and feel splashed by God's love.

To enter into this giveaway, simply leave a comment about a cherished childhood memory (from your childhood, children you know, or even an encouragement for those of us with precious little ones at home right now). This book was provided for review by the Waterbrook Multnomah Publishing Group.

Bestest Day Ever

2010-04-05T08:14:00.000-07:00

Four generations of family gathered at our home, to celebrate Easter. The great grandparents kicked off the egg hunt walking and gathering like little kids with a twinkle in their eye. For my boys, learning new traditions of this culture while celebrating the true meaning of this joyous day. Scrumptious yummies piled high on plates, laughter of sharing family lingering in the rooms, the sound of cheers as the baseball game gets underway in the backyard. I can still hear the squeals of delight as the 5 year old grandson catches the pop fly and gets his Papa OUT! Joy wrapped up in a day. May each of our days be filled with such joy. Jesus is alive and He came that we may truly live as well.

Before Easter, we shared with our boys about many of the traditions that children in the US celebrate. Living on the mission field for their lifetimes, they simply have not experienced many of these. Just in case friends asked about the "easter bunny" they needed to know that some families celebrate this way. My 8 year old started to chuckle ... "Here they have a Santa Claus, and an easter bunny ... Do they have a giant turkey for Thanksgiving too?" His sweet comment brought a smile to my face, hope you're smiling today too.

What made you smile on Easter? Share with us a sweet memory from yesterday or Easter's past that makes Easter the bestest day ever for you!

Living, Laughing, Loving It

2010-03-30T19:42:00.000-07:00

Adding more snapshots to the album of my life. Photos of me, splashin' in life.

I challenged myself to start, and I jumped cannonball style.

We headed to our local zoo one afternoon. Sticking out our tongues with the Komodo, climbing trees with the monkeys, holding hands with my love, roaring with the lions. Living, laughing, and loving it.

I'm still learning. Cultivating joy in my life and my family, a lesson worth learning. All of your ideas have brought a smile to my heart and creativity to my day. Would you consider joining me?

There is room for all of us, to encourage one another, to laugh with new friends, to spread joy for life in the land of blog. Leave a comment on how you are livin' life this week, playing with your family, going on a walk in nature, snuggling up to finish a good book, and of course leave me more ideas :) You can even join in, and post this week about it. If you decide to jump into this joy pool, make sure to include your link so that we can stop by and splash with you.

And don't forget to sign up for the Red Letter project (the book of Matthew in music) giveaway.

Rocking in Red (GIVE AWAY)

2010-03-25T18:12:00.000-07:00

The Red Letter Project, capturing the words of Jesus, sharing it with a new generation. A unique presentation, the red letters of the gospel, set to upbeat tunes. Three full cd's of God's Word. Rocking in Red.

Listen and soak in Matthew. Definitely a blend of modern rock where each track pumps with the rhythm of true life. Fish for People, Cornerstones, Angels for Everyone, Keys to the Kingdom playing, transforming lives with musical impact. The Book of Matthew in written form included as well, with the words for all the songs typed in red.

The truth of the Gospel presented for all to hear. Jesus told stories. The Red Letter Project sings. This year, I am digging into the Gospels, Matthew, Mark, Luke, John and Acts. Over and over, soaking it, reading it, delving into every word. Why? I want to know Jesus' words. I want to know what He did, what He said, the promises He gave to us. His life revolutionized the world. By knowing His life, mine can too. Tyndale House publishers has provided me with a free review copy of this cd set. You can read more about the project here.

Friends, remember that I started blogging about books, to share them with you. So with each review, comes a giveaway. Leave a comment .... And to make it more fun, share something that you love that is red.

Livin' Life

2010-03-20T15:00:00.000-07:00

Life, laughter, joy, splashing - you can see why I cherish this photo of my youngest.

The camera captured life, and the essence of loving it with dripping clarity.

What snapshots line the pages of my life's photo album?

Over the past few years, not as many livin' life pictures as I would like.

Time to get out the camera. Anyone want to join me?

This week, I am going to jump in and splash around, in life.

Plant flowers, play hopscotch, color with fingerpaint, camp in the living room, read a book just for fun, blow bubbles when the kids are asleep, the possibilities are endless.

No matter where you are, who you are, or how long it's been, I invite you to join me. No, I double dog dare you :)

Leave a comment if you're ready to splash with me, leave some ideas for all of us and then get out there and do it! (I'm looking forward to all the ideas, and trying them myself)

New Season

2010-03-18T19:07:00.000-07:00

A new season. Surrendering everything to know Him.

Stepping out of full time ministry.

Years on the mission field took a toll on our family.

Focusing, rebuilding, seeing a God size change.

My marriage. My boys. My me. Lovingly transformed.

Growing closer. Rekindling love.

Walking along the path of restoration.

Swimming in His liquid love. Learning to breathe it in.

Not because of what I do, simply because I am His.

Laying it down, 12 years of creating this life of ministry.

Resting in Abba's best for our family.

Dancing in abundant love. Seeking Him with all.

Reveal. Rejoice. Restore.

We never envisioned this happening on our returning to the US, but we are so thankful that God saw a true desire in our hearts to know Him with everything that we are. He truly is refining us, that we may know Him more intimately and reflect Him more accurately.

Thank you for your prayers, encouragement and love as we served in missions as a family. Thank you also for rejoicing with us in this new season. God is doing a beautiful work in our family.

“But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the spirit of the Lord.” -2Corinthians 3:18

This is my story, being scripted on the pages of my life. How is God's love transforming yours?

All in the Name

2010-03-15T20:13:00.000-07:00

Hey sometimes, you just gotta get goofy!

Friends, many have asked and noticed a change around here. A new name, no longer Sarah Dawn, simply Sara. Still His princess, but with freshness and spunk. Laying down my identity, who I thought I was and created for myself, to learn His identity for me. I'm loving it. And thanks to my dear friend Jill, who keeps up with me designing and redesigning this little blog.

So now, what is your name, what does it mean to you? How did you get your name? Share a fun tidbit about yourself for all of us and keep splashing!

Pooh Lessons

2010-03-08T14:17:00.000-08:00

Simple truths wrapped in syllables, hidden in literature for children. My boys and I devour books on a consistent basis. I never tire of snuggling up with them on my lap as we pour over the words contained in a good book.

Last night, we finished "Winnie-the-Pooh" by A.A. Milne (the classic chapter book, printed in 1926) Sweet and simple Pooh taught this mommy.

"... and he began to think how awful it would be if everybody had forgotten about it and nobody quite knew what the party was for; and the more he thought like this, the more the party got muddled in his mind, like a dream when nothing goes right. And the dream began to sing itself over in his head until it became a sort of song. It was an ANXIOUS POOH SONG." - A.A. Milne

Goodness, even Pooh has times when his mind runs away. Hmm, or bother I should say. How many times does my mind get the best of me. I start thinking, creating in my mind, instead of believing the Truth. Just like Pooh, everything gets muddled and I forget. My thoughts sing over myself and drown and it becomes an anxious mommy song. Oh Pooh, thanks for sharing with me last night. Thanks for reminding me to guard my mind and to stop my thoughts before they get muddled. Now to find a smackerel of honey.

Delving into a new book, I'm looking for any suggestions for read alouds. What books do you remember from childhood? What lessons did you mine from the golden nuggets of children' s literature? What books collected dust on the shelf but never stopped teaching you?

And don't forget to enter the give-away for a book just for you!

A Little Secret Wrapped In Print

2010-03-05T08:40:00.001-08:00

Sharing a little secret with you today ... a secret wrapped in the words of Sarah Young. Jesus LIves. Now, I know this might not seem like a secret, but honestly in today's world many people continue to walk around as if Jesus never rose again. He lives to give us life, true life, flowing from His love.

In this simple yet profound daily devotional, Sarah invites us to delve into all the promises that stem from the fact that Jesus lives. Is He living out loud in your life? Has His life radically transformed every facet of yours? Is the power of His resurrection radiating in your everyday? In "Jesus Lives" you are welcomed into a journey of allowing a personal Savior to live and love in your life.

Enter into an intimate conversation with Jesus as He speaks to you from the pages. Sarah amazingly writes from His perspective as if she is looking directly into your life. Her words mingle together with His as each entry provides a letter penned from Jesus and scriptures directly from the Word of God. Intimacy with Him, letting go of control, peace, trials, worry, assurance and many more encompass this 360 topical devotional.

Personally, the pages seemed to speak directly into my situations, revealing truths that were hidden from my sight or ones that I needed to be gently reminded of today. Through the pages you can be wrapped in His unconditional love day after day. Sarah's words are powerful. Yet the part of this simply written devotional that grabbed my attention is the prominence given to the Word of God. Unlike many devotionals which find a verse to support the teaching, half of each daily reading is given to scripture.

It has been a delight to review for book sneeze. Thomas Nelson has provided me with a complimentary copy of this book. The best part (and the reason, I signed up) is to GIVE AWAY books to you. So friends, celebrate with me as I start this new adventure of reading books and giving them away.

Leave a comment today sharing something I might not know about you. I'll draw a name next Friday and send the chosen friend this book to enjoy.

Something New

2010-03-02T19:00:00.000-08:00

Friends, I need some help! Amazing and wonderful things happening in my life ... Transformation, newness, freedom, rejoicing. And it continues.

I am looking to change my outside to match all that God is doing in me. Also, being back in the United States, I think I can use an updated look (no more missionary mommy).

Here are a few pics that highlight my hair fashion statements over the past few years (and keep in mind that I was a missionary :) Something easy, something simple, something me.

The current me :)

Pineapple Princess (the truth be know this is how I wore it most of the time)

Short and Sassy

Fun & Spunky!

Would you share your advice, any suggestions, which style do you think looks best? What should I do now, or should I leave it just the way it is. Ooh, I can hardly wait. This is going to be fun.

This Girl Gonna Smile

2010-02-15T19:36:00.000-08:00

Happy....Smiling....Joy....Bubbles....Slides.....Flag football.....Family

Learning to smile, really smile again. To live life with joy,

Singing goofy songs, dancing around the kitchen with my kids

Lessons for mommy in flag football from two boyhood experts

Bike rides and how long has it been since I went down the slide?

Life was created to enjoy. As God transforms my life, a new zest is taking over.

Committed to laugh, kicking religious stuffiness where it needs to be.

No more stuffy mommy crammed into my life .. time for giggles, tickle wars, and random fun to season our lives once again.

To really happen, I need a plan. Will you help me? In the comments, leave some fun ideas for me to spark my creativity. And join me in celebrating life. Whoever taught me that God was boring and took the joy out of life is about to be proven wrong with whip cream and a cherry on top!

Daddy's Love Song

2010-02-11T20:08:00.000-08:00

"And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge - that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God." - Ephesians 3:17-19

Today, being drenched in God's love.

His love casts away all fear, control, pride and the list goes on.

So many of my weaknesses sprout from not trusting His love.

To soak in His love poetry, over my life.

His Words mingling with mine to create a song that the enemy will never drown out.

Literally, each day, I listen to a love cd filled with words of His love over me. My precious boys ask to fall asleep to it each night as God's Word wraps their slumber in His loving embrace. I cannot keep it to myself. My life is changing. So simple, so profound, so real, so my Abba Daddy. My cd begins with The Father's Love Letter, listen with me today. Allow His words to wash you in His love. You can even download a cd quality version for free as well.

May we be drenched in His love!

My Child,

You may not know me,

but I know everything about you. Psalm 139:1

I know when you sit down and when you rise up. Psalm 139:2

I am familiar with all your ways. Psalm 139:3

Even the very hairs on your head are numbered. Matthew 10:29-31

For you were made in my image. Genesis 1:27

In me you live and move and have your being.Acts 17:28

For you are my offspring. Acts 17:28

I knew you even before you were conceived. Jeremiah 1:4-5

I chose you when I planned creation. Ephesians 1:11-12

You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book. Psalm 139:15-16

I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live. Acts 17:26

You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139:14

I knit you together in your mother's womb. Psalm 139:13

And brought you forth on the day you were born. Psalm 71:6

I have been misrepresented by those who don't know me.John 8:41-44

I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love. 1 John 4:16

And it is my desire to lavish my love on you. 1 John 3:1

Simply because you are my child and I am your Father. 1 John 3:1

I offer you more than your earthly father ever could. Matthew 7:11

For I am the perfect father. Matthew 5:48

Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand. James 1:17

For I am your provider and I meet all your needs. Matthew 6:31-33

My plan for your future has always been filled with hope. Jeremiah 29:11

Because I love you with an everlasting love. Jeremiah 31:3

My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore.Psalms 139:17-18

And I rejoice over you with singing. Zephaniah 3:17

I will never stop doing good to you. Jeremiah 32:40

For you are my treasured possession. Exodus 19:5

I desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul. Jeremiah 32:41

And I want to show you great and marvelous things. Jeremiah 33:3

If you seek me with all your heart, you will find me. Deuteronomy 4:29

Delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4

For it is I who gave you those desires. Philippians 2:13

I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine. Ephesians 3:20

For I am your greatest encourager. 2 Thessalonians 2:16-17

I am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles. 2 Corinthians 1:3-4

When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you. Psalm 34:18

As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to my heart. Isaiah 40:11

One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes. Revelation 21:3-4

And I'll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth.Revelation 21:3-4

I am your Father, and I love you even as I love my son, Jesus.John 17:23

For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed. John 17:26

He is the exact representation of my being. Hebrews 1:3

He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you. Romans 8:31

And to tell you that I am not counting your sins.2 Corinthians 5:18-19

Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled. 2 Corinthians 5:18-19

His death was the ultimate expression of my love for you. 1 John 4:10

I gave up everything I lovedthat I might gain your love. Romans 8:31-32

If you receive the gift of my son Jesus, you receive me. 1 John 2:23

And nothing will ever separate you from my love again.Romans 8:38-39

Come home and I'll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen.Luke 15:7

I have always been Father, and will always be Father.Ephesians 3:14-15

My question is…Will you be my child? John 1:12-13

I am waiting for you. Luke 15:11-32

Love, Your Dad

Almighty God

Love & War

2010-02-10T14:12:00.000-08:00

(Just had to share this picture ... hope you smiled)

Hope, encouragement, tools, and a good old fashioned kick in the pants all wrapped up in a new release "Love and War" by John and Stasi Eldredge. As a family, we are more than familiar with their writings. "Wild at Heart" and "Captivating" shaped our lives. For me personally, "Captivating" remains on my top five list of books to radically transform my life. With eager anticipation, I jumped at the chance to review their new book, "Love & War; Finding the marriage you've dreamed of."

In this season of my life, I truly comprehend the war, the battle ground. I have stood in the midst of it not realizing that my marriage was under serious attack. As overseas missionaries, we focused on ministry as the bombs continued to hit our barracks. I knew how to fight for others, and repair war torn injuries on the field, but I failed to protect my own bunker.

Thankfully, we have a loving God who opened our eyes to the battle all around us. We are in the midst of guarding our marriage, rebuilding the lie bombed areas hit from the enemy, and learning to radically love again. One of our tools, "Love and War".

With raw realness, John and Stasi, fight alongside of all of us. Honesty, humor, and hope season every chapter and draw us into the greatest love story of our lives. The truth spills into our marriage and reinforces the things we knew while giving us new strategy to attack our real enemy.

The authors invite us into their marriage. The mistakes, the religious things that brought no true joy in marriage, the triumphs, the lessons they learned from the heart of God; all of it delivered with reality. In this fluff free zone, truth is shared openly and honestly. They truly understand and help us to see that "Marriage is fabulously hard." We need an understanding of this sentence and this faithful couple walk us through hand in hand, sharing the joys and utterly fabulous parts as well as the difficulties and how to walk victoriously through them.

A unique style comes to the literary table. Her thoughts. His perspective. They share the task engaging both wife and husband to come and sit, dine through their words and nourish any marriage. Wherever you are in your marriage, newlywed with starry glazed eyes, married for an eternity or allowing God to restore your marriage into His plans after 12 years, Love & War will challenge you and teach you.

You can learn more about his book here And feel free to join me in reviewing other great books (this is my first)! This book was provided for review by WaterBrook Multnomah.

I would love to hear if you have read this book as well, or any other titles that have shaped your life today! Leave a comment and share a title or few that you would encourage me to read (or others). I love getting to know you by the tidbits you leave as we splash around together.

Dancing on Daddy's Toes

2010-01-30T11:43:00.000-08:00

I see His feet.

I hear the sweet music captivating me.

I long to dance with my King.

In shame, I hang my head.

I'm afraid I don't know how.

The steps, the rhythm, letting Him lead, only blurs of hope.

In majestic gentleness, He lifts my chin.

I cannot focus on His face, not yet,

His words change my life.

'Stand on my feet, my daughter, and we will dance.

I will teach you the steps as you learn to trust me.'

Holding me close, I step on nail scarred feet.

The dance begins.

With each step, more freedom, lavish love, surrendered trust.

My life's dance, standing on my King's feet.

Today, I am learning the rhythm and the song He sings over my life.

As I stand on His feet.

It doesn't matter where we are, the steps we may have forgotten or never knew.

The dance can begin today. For you sweet friends, for me. Do you have a relationship with your Creator, the intimacy, where you can hear the song of heaven? He is waiting to dance with all of us. Step by step, He is teaching me. To trust. To let Him lead. To hear the heartbeat of heaven and dance along.