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Blessing // Five Minute Friday

Thrilled to be writing among the beautiful Five Minute Friday community. This is where we write for just five minutes, on a word prompt. We don’t worry about perfection or making it just right, but rather allow the words to flow freely without over thinking. If you’ve never written for the Five Minute Friday, come join us. You will be glad you did!


Over this past year, I’ve been intentional at looking for the ways God has blessed my life. He is the Giver of good gifts, and I never want to take for granted all that has been given to me. I am learning not just to notice the big blessings, but mostly the smaller ones, those that I can so easily take for granted as they are often overlooked, lost among the day-to-day mundaneness of life.  Sometimes my eyes turn away from faith and trust and choose to look upon fear, regret, pain, lack, worry and those things that would otherwise tell me that my life is anything but blessed.

Over the last several years, God has taken me on a journey where He has been teaching me to see beyond my present circumstances. I am reminded that when Peter took his eyes off of Jesus, that’s when the storm threatened to overtake Him.

When Peter took his eyes off of Jesus, that's when the storm threatened to overtake him. #fmfparty Click To Tweet

I don’t want to lose sight of the Lord or His many blessings when the storms of life come — and they will come. Instead, I want to choose to fix my eyes on Jesus no matter the chaos that may be swirling around me. It’s only when I fix my eyes on Him that I will truly be able to see the blessings in my life. I want my eyes to be open to receive His blessing.

I want my eyes to be open to receive His blessing. #fmfparty Click To Tweet

My life overflows with His blessing. Today I will slow down and open my eyes to see all the many ways God has blessed me.

How has God shown you His blessings in your life?

 

 

 

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Steady // Five Minute Friday

Thrilled to be writing among the beautiful Five Minute Friday community. This is where we write for just five minutes, on a word prompt. We don’t worry about perfection or making it just right, but rather allow the words to flow freely without over thinking. If you’ve never written for the Five Minute Friday, come join us. You will be glad you did!


As a toddler, I learned to walk with unsteady feet. Time and time again I would fall down and pick myself up to try again. On those moments (all too often) where I just couldn’t seem to muster up the strength to get back up again, my mother or father would pick me back up again, standing me up on wobbly feet to try again. This scenario repeated itself over and over again until I learned to be steady on my own two feet.

My Christian walk has been much like those early days of childhood. I walk. I fall. I get up to try again. I feel like quitting but my Father is there to encourage me and tell me I can do it, to keep going, that I will have steady feet once again. Even when I walk into the unknown, He’s teaching me to trust, without fear, and to have faith. Walking by faith is learning to stand despite wobbly feet. It’s having the courage to move forward because you know your Father is there to guide your every step.

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When my feet are wobbly and I become weary from the ups and downs of life, I am grateful for my Father in heaven who steady’s me.

I will steady him with my hand; with my powerful arm I will make him strong. Psalm 89:21

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Worth // Five Minute Friday

Thrilled to be writing among the beautiful Five Minute Friday community. This is where we write for just five minutes, on a word prompt. We don’t worry about perfection or making it just right, but rather allow the words to flow freely without over thinking. If you’ve never written for the Five Minute Friday, come join us. You will be glad you did!


I haven’t written a Five Minute Friday post for several weeks. Life has a way of running ahead of you, and I’ve been busy trying to catch up. But I miss this community of grace-filled and beautiful women. There are no lack of beautiful words to be read, always a take-a-way every time I come.

God has a way of smacking you right upside the head with a word that will challenge you in your own life.

Worth: deserving to be treated or regarded in the way specified.

I’ve wondered, especially this past year, if my words mean anything. I admit, I’ve been absent in the kind of writing that would challenge and encourage others. I share my weekly gratitude on Mondays, and I host a link up that I love, but for the most part this space has been filled with homeschool posts and homeschool product reviews. Not the kind of writing that others come to be encouraged and inspired by.

I often ask myself where the writer in me went, and I answer, “But God, what if I’m really not a writer? What if I am simply a girl who loves to share her words, no matter the subject matter. What if I am a girl who wants to invite others into her messy, imperfect, real life to get a glimpse of the real me?”

I struggle with the label of writer. I shy away from the thought that my words have any real impact on the life of another. But the beautiful thing is that God has breathed on the words in this space and brought freedom, healing, hope and encouragement to others at one time or another. Without the life-giving breath of God, my words have no real value.

Without the life-giving breath of God, my words have no real value. #fmfparty Click To Tweet

Just the other day I was pondering this thought, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s okay that I am uncomfortable labeling myself as a writer. Sure, I wrote a book, but that does not make me a writer. A writer strives to find time to perfect her craft. She works at it continuously, bringing forth words worthy of reading and worthy of sharing. I am okay with being a simple, life style blogger who loves to share my heart and the beautiful chaos of my life with others.

Does that kind of writing have meaning in the big world of blogging? If I am not regarded among the more esteemed and more popular bloggers and writers that I know, will my words still have worth and value?

I love this space. I love you. I love Jesus and strive to glorify Him whether I’m sharing my gratitudes, sharing product reviews or taking you on a walk through my world.

Jesus gives me the strength and ability to continue to write. I am grateful to be here to share my musings and ponderings with you. Perhaps one day soon I’ll run hard after that writer girl in me again.

Thank you for being here friends. Head on over to the Five Minute Friday blog for more thoughts on the words “Worth”.

 

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Sing // Five Minute Friday

Thrilled to be writing among the beautiful Five Minute Friday community. This is where we write for just five minutes, on a word prompt. We don’t worry about perfection or making it just right, but rather allow the words to flow freely without over thinking. If you’ve never written for the Five Minute Friday, come join us. You will be glad you did!


Ever since I was a little girl, I loved to sing. I always wanted to have a voice good enough to take part in plays, or musicals, and after I came to know the Lord, sing on worship teams.

Fast forward to several years back when my dream came true and I was allowed to sing on our worship teams at church. I am not the best singer, and I really had to work at it to hit my notes, but I enjoyed getting on stage, closing my eyes and singing my heart out to the One who is worthy, and to the One always accepts my offering of song whether I’m on key or not.

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Although my husband and I weren’t blessed with the greatest of vocal genes, my children on the other hand, well, let’s just say, they can SING! Somehow the gift of song passed through us on to almost all of them. Three of our four children are worship leaders. Our oldest son has launched a three-song EP with our son-in-law and a friend, and they are working on their first full length worship album. Here is a link to the EP. My son sings the first song, and my daughter and son-in-law sing the second. I love watching my children grow in their gift of worship leading.

I am thankful that I get to use my voice to give praise to the One who is worthy, no matter what it may sound like.

I will sing to the LORD as long as I live. I will praise my God to my last breath! (Psalm 104:33)

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Empty // Five Minute Friday

Thrilled to be writing among the beautiful Five Minute Friday community. This is where we write for just five minutes, on a word prompt. We don’t worry about perfection or making it just right, but rather allow the words to flow freely without over thinking. If you’ve never written for the Five Minute Friday, come join us. You will be glad you did!


Sometimes I wonder what difference I am making in the lives of others as I live out my own. Life has been full of the mundane lately — work, homeschooling, house cleaning, cooking, — a life lived on repeat, and I’m not sure I’m making any difference at all.

The truth is, I’m empty. I’m devoid of energy. I lack enthusiasm for living. I have to remember to smile each day and I have to reach for joy.

Why am I telling you this? Because I do not want to portray a life that is all together. My life isn’t together and I feel as if I’m about to completely unravel most days. I made a promise a long time ago that if I was going to write about my life, I was going to write the hard, honest truth, because I am of the belief that there are other people like me in this big, messy, beautiful world.

As we approach Good Friday and Easter Sunday, I am going once again to the foot of the cross. I am broken, bruised, unfulfilled and confused at times about life. I am burdened with weights so heavy that I fear I will break. But I know the answers will come only when I surrender myself to the one who bore it all.

The answers will come only when I surrender myself to the one who bore it all. #fmfparty Click To Tweet

This is who I am:

I’m a woman who carries the weight of her circumstances on her shoulders.
I need others to tell me it will all be okay, because I forget who is really in control.
I’ve camped out in the Psalms over the last few months and can’t seem to move on.
I yell at my kids and they tell me I’m negative and how I’m pushing everyone away.
My husband is struggling physically and emotionally and we barely talk.
I don’t know how to give when I’m so in need.
I like to keep busy so I don’t have to think about all I have to deal with.
My strength is zapped and some days all I want to do is sleep.
I can’t do laundry because I just don’t care.
I can’t clean house because it’s too overwhelming.
I push all my hurt and pain down deep hoping it will just disappear.

I can’t help but think about the weight He must have endured when He carried my fears and failures, guilt and shame, and hurt and pain up that hill. As I reflect on the cross and how He gave it all — for me — I can’t help but cry, “Lord, I’m not worthy!”

But as I imagine Him there, inhaling breath for the very last time, I can almost hear Him saying,

“Barbie, I love you. You are worthy of my love.” And I am reminded once again how love covers a multitude of sin.

As I go once again to the foot of the cross, I will ask Him to take my sin and shame. I will ask Him to heal my hurt and pain and to help me to live a life worthy of being seen by others. As I reflect on the empty tomb, it gives me strength to face my own emptiness.

Only He can fill my voids.
Only He can satisfy my longings.
Only He can fill me to overflowing.

There is a cross. But there is an empty grave. Thank you Jesus that You died and rose again.