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38 In Faith

Dear Beautiful You…


Lean in a little closer.  I have something to tell you….

You are beautiful, just the way you are.

When did the voices inside your head become bigger than the voice inside your heart?

You know the ones.  They whisper words like “ugly”, “inadequate”, “never enough”, “unloved”, and “not beautiful”.  They are but a whisper, yet they ring loud and clear in your ears and somehow make their way into your heart.

At what point in your life did you begin to believe the lie that you are anything but beautiful?  

Perhaps no one ever told you how beautiful you are. How can a young girl look at herself in the mirror and believe that she is beautiful, when no one ever affirmed it in her heart?  You’ve lived your entire life with your head down and your heart broken.

But then along came The Rescuer. This One who comes wrapped in light and truth.  He brings with Him a love letter, filled with words of love for you.  And this One, He calls you beautiful!

Do you believe it?  Do you believe that you are beautiful, just as you are, right where you are?

You with the dark circles underneath your eyes,
you are beautiful.

You with the few extra pounds and pants that are a tad too tight,
you are beautiful.

You with the acne scared face and the short eyelashes,
you are beautiful.

You with the unwashed hair and tear stained cheeks,
you are beautiful.

You are beautiful, just as you are.

Do not compare yourself to the woman you pass in the grocery story, or the mom you meet at soccer practice, or the woman you sit next to in church. You have your own unique beauty. No one else compares to you.

Remember the One who came for you?  He calls you beautiful, and He does not lie.

“You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.”
(Song of Solomon 4:7)

Take a few moments and linger in that mirror, my friend.  Allow Him to remind you today of the beautiful woman that you are.

 Counting To See – Beautiful Gifts #21-30

*An espresso bar at work.
*Help with packing our offices.
*Little children who remind you about simplicity.
*Looking back at His faithfulness throughout the years.
*Fresh lemons picked off my tree.
*An extra long hug from a friend.
*God’s healing touch.
*Children who encountered God at Jesus Culture.
*A smooth transition into our new church building.
*My husband’s gentle strength.

Sharing Coffee for Your Heart with Holley Gerth today.


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25 In Community

Three Word Wednesday: Together We’re Stronger

Five girls showing unity with their hands.

 Alone we are strong, but together we are stronger.

There is strength in community.  When sisters gather together, to share like-mindedness, struggling hearts and messy lives, I no longer see my weaknesses, but I see my strengths.  The strengths I have to offer to others, and the strengths that are made evident through the love and encouragement of sisters.

Individually, I would like to think of myself as a strong person.  I’ve managed well in the face of defeat, in loss, and hardship.  But I will be the first one to tell you that I am not strong, not in and of myself, for apart from Him I can do no good thing.

 “Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing.”  (John 15:5 NLT)

In Him I am strong, but I’m even stronger when I rally together with sisters in Christ.  For when two or three are gathered together in His Name, He is there.

“For where two or three are gathered together in My name, I am there in the midst of them.”  (Matt. 18:2o)

This does not mean that He’s not with me when I am alone; it just means that there’s even more strength when friends are together.  His strength in you, His strength in her, His strength in me .  It equals perfect strength.

Sometimes I shrink back from my sisters, not wanting to impose upon them with my issues.  I know full well that their plates are full and they are dealing with their own stuff.  So I keep my things to myself, asking the Lord to give me His strength to continue to carry the pain, the disappointment, the problems.  And then the sister calls me, or sends a text, or posts a Facebook status and I find out she’s experiencing something similar.  And I am reminded that we are not called to walk this journey alone.

I am so thankful for my sisters in Christ, both in the natural and through blogging.  I have sensed your love and your encouragement, and your prayers have strengthened my heart.

Alone, we are strong, but together we are stronger.

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8 In Faith

Three Word Wednesday: Stoke the embers

Bright flame in the form of heart

I wander through the day, sometimes zoning off into the distance as I anticipate the burst of energy that will surely come.  I feel zapped of strength, almost numb to what is happening around me.  I’m doing too much, all good things, running around like Martha, all the while yearning to sit and be still like Mary.

This cycle of life has me living between wash, rinse and repeat.

“Wash me with the water of Your Word, Lord.”
“Remove the muck and mire that threatens to take root in my heart.”
“Give me the grace and strength for another day.”

Activity swirls around me: children and homework, work and ministry, writing and blogging, building community, pursuing passion, reaching for dreams.  All of these things reflect the light of Christ in my life.

Yet the light has become dim.  The fire that once burned bright in my heart is but an ember and I strive to find the flame again, the one that would draw others to Him.

I love Him.  I truly do.  And I strive to serve Him with passion and purpose.  I want to please Him in all that I do.  But in the doing, I’ve lost sight of the being.  I’ve been here before.  It’s a lonely place for a heart that longs to be filled with the warmth of His presence.

He beckons me come, but I don’t know how to drop everything and give myself fully to Him, as I know He desires.

How can a mamma put aside the needs of her children?
How can an employee/minister walk away from the demands of others?
How can a writer be laid down bare and surrender it all into His hands?

I’ve allowed busyness to steal my flame.

I want Him.  I need Him, desperately.  He is the only one who can satisfy the ache in my heart that screams, “do you see me?” “do you hear me?” “what about me?”  Oh that I would not live for the praises of man, but for Him alone.  For to be truly free, I must be willing to lay it all down at His feet, without ever glancing the other way.  My children, my job, my ministry, my dreams to write to bring Him glory, it all must be lifted up and offered to Him with an open hand.

I’ve been holding on too tight. So tightly my light has grown dim.  Is it possible to balance a flame so that it burns in more than one direction?  Martha meant well, but Mary chose the better part.  And this heart that runs with the passion and zeal of Martha, yearns to be like Mary, sitting at His feet, laying it all down, allowing Him to stoke the embers.

There needs to be a rearranging, a reigniting of that flame that once burned passionately and fiercely for Him.  That flame has become crowded by many things, all good things. I don’t want my light to go out.  I want the embers to ignite a fire so fierce that it draws others to Him.

Lord, come stoke the embers of my heart that I might burn again for you!

18 In Faith

Three Word Wednesday: Full steam ahead!

A blogger on Facebook asked her readers yesterday what our motto was for the week.  I wrote “full steam ahead”.  With a full time job, a child in the 5th grade in public school, and homeschooling my 8th grade girl, I’d better be functioning in full steam ahead mode.

But then I got to thinking how most days I feel like the little engine that could, who saw the momentous task ahead of him and could only hope that he would make it.

“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can….”


I get up in the morning, set my feet to the floor and am off and running.  Get the kids up, make breakfast, pack lunches, help find clothes among the pile of unfolded laundry, reminders to brush teeth and hair, bite my lip every time I want to say “hurry, we’re going to be late”.  By the time 8:30AM rolls around, I am already exhausted and completely out of steam.

How does a busy mom stay full of steam in this season of life?  I want to remain full enough to get through the day without running out of fuel before the steepest climb.

I think of how in the old days a fire was kept burning when fresh coals were put into it. Those coals had to be continually moved around, stoked, or the fire would burn out.  If I want God to blow upon the embers of my heart, I first must go to Him. On those busy and hectic mornings when the little fire in me says “I think I can”,  it can grow to a full erruption if I would allow Him to fill me, to be my fuel for the day.

I want to be prepared each and every day, to start the day right, to get up and say, “Full steam ahead” and not “I think I can”.  This is only possibly when I purpose in my heart to give Him first place, to make Him my morning cup of satisfaction.  I fall short.  I’m not always on my game.  I would rather be off and running alongside of Him, than having Him push me up the hill.

How about you friends? Do you start your mornings with the motto, “full steam ahead” or “I think I can”?  How can you be assured that you will have the energy and stamina you need for each new day?

Linking up with my dear friend Beth today for Three Word Wednesday.  Consider joining us!