Teachers

My father would drive me and my siblings by the school.  I remember the picket line well; it stretched the length of the short road that was in front of my elementary school.  Familiar faces holding signs and chanting things I did not understand.  Apparently, dad did.  He would rant how selfish and greedy they were, how they should be in the classroom teaching but nooo they cared more about money, money, money.  This would be a song I heard often sung by my father.  He didn't like teachers.  He may have liked the people, but as teachers, he did not.  Much of my father's opinions were heard very loud in our home and often.  From teacher strikes to politics we knew his stance and I took on some of those opinions myself.

I grew up and had my own children.  Five beautiful smart kiddos filled my home.  I didn't rant about teacher strikes or politics, I figured it was beyond their understanding just like it was mine and I was learning I had my own contradicting opinions.  We started homeschooling when my now 12 yr. old was seven.  Throughout our homeschooling years, I fell in love with teaching my kids and through this process I began to appreciate teachers.  I only taught four children five days a week and oh my goodness...so much work!  Public school teacher average 20 plus students each! I learned the sacrifices teachers make for their children…time, energy, money, emotional investment, just to name a few.  

I cherished our homeschooling years, last year we returned to school.  Beautiful teachers poured into my children.  They sincerely cared for them, tendered their hearts, challenged my kids, and worked hard to give them a solid education asking for nothing in return.  Through the year I made special efforts to let the teachers know that I appreciated them.  I cried with K & S's teacher as we closed the first-grade chapter of their lives.  Each year counts, each teacher makes a difference.

I witnessed firsthand their character, which was nothing like the picture my father attempted to paint.  Even when I was a child, I didn’t view my teachers the same way he did. My husband and I can remember teachers from almost every year of school…we named them for our kids over supper one night.  I’m not sure they were impressed, but it says I remember you; you made an impact.

Today we live in the big ol' state of Texas and my children are in school.  Yesterday was their second day.  It’s been quite the culture shock for us, coming from a school of approximately 300ish students to well over 1,000!  From one 6th grade class to eight!  From one language (English) to several (English, Chinese, Spanish).  We love it, we are embracing it, we are excited about it.  AND the teachers are fantastic!  I have spent several days in the school helping with little projects, learning faces and names and I saw firsthand the efforts being made to make this a wonderful school year.  

CONFESSION...I disagree wholeheartedly with my father.  I love teachers!  I got giddy with excitement when I saw #clearthelist on social media.  I love to give.  I LOVE random acts of kindness (RAK, see my Pinterest board on the right-hand side).  It’s a genius idea to show the teachers how much we appreciate them.  And its super easy...just ask them for their amazon wish list, click an item, check out and its sent directly to them.  You can even include a note!  This is just one simple, fast, easy way to show your appreciation.  Other ideas...send them personal thank you notes, a Starbucks drink card, smelly stickers, offer your TIME!  

CHALLENGE: Ok, I think I have made it clear how much I adore teachers.  I want to challenge you to a couple things...

-If you believe something from your childhood that was impressed upon you by your parents or someone else, I challenge you to look closer, dig deeper and ask yourself if YOU truly believe it for yourself.

-volunteer in your child's classroom even if it’s just for an hour and see firsthand their hearts.

-If you can't volunteer, and even if you can...ask them for their list and bless them.  Maybe you can only afford to buy a pack of pens or a $3.99 book, trust me, they appreciate it.  If you are financially able clear their list...buy it ALL!  It’s fun and it’s worth it!  Remember they are educating the future generation of our nation...it matters!

-Thank your teachers, from your childhood...while you still can.

I know I will miss many but I feel led to mention those who do come to mind...

Mrs. Lowell, Mrs.Bridges, Mrs. Lockhart, Mrs. Riedemann...a few of K&S's teachers.  

Elizabeth Boggs, Wendi Cramer, Kristi Aseltine, Rachel Pitcher, Mrs. Pullen, Mrs. Severson, Mrs. Stanley, Mrs. Warfel, Mrs. Donaldson, Mrs. Dixon, Mrs. Wetzel, Mrs. Shaffer...a few of Z&E's teachers.

Mrs. Greathouse, Mrs. Jordan, Mrs. Childress, Mrs. Eskew, Mrs. Duzan (both of you!) and Mr. Duzan, Mr. Foreman, Mrs. Hood, Mrs. Meese, Mrs. Eckerty, Mrs. Hawkins, Mrs. Andrews, Mrs. Stites, Mr. & Mrs. Tracy, Mr. Sullivan, Mrs. Stewart, Mrs. Roll, oh goodness, so many, cause I'm old, you know who you are!  

(Mrs. Wheeler and I years later, she was my Home Economics teacher in highschool)

You are all appreciated!  You are all beautiful people!

Conversations That Matter

I made it to the chair but oh how the baggage of the day fights for my attention.  The Monday to-do list of laundry, dishes, fill bird feeders, water plants and all the last-minute back-to-school matters nag with persistence.  But here I am.

Be brave enough to start conversations that matter.

Yesterday we went to lunch with a couple from our Life Group. We enjoy getting to know our new Texan peeps in and out of the traditional setting.  We ate lunch at a Mexican restaurant, and if you know me at all, you know I don’t do spicy…not even a little.  I ordered my food from the menu laid out in white, black and red colors with devil spears covering the page.  I thought Oh boy, here we go!  By God’s grace I managed just fine and enjoyed the food.  I’m learning I like Tex-Mex, no heat please. It’s nothing like the Mexican food served in Illinois, use your imagination.

I love hearing God’s goodness sprinkled in the lives of those around us.  Our new friends were open and vulnerable with us.  I enjoyed every minute of their story!  Go deep or go home. I know its not for everyone and there is a time and place to be had for sharing such depth.  We all enjoyed a great time of authenticity and connection.  I think I have shared before; I feel like God created each of us with a desire for community and connection, its rooted in our soul, in our being.  The question is are we brave enough to go there?

“You story could be the key that unlocks someone else’s prison, don’t be afraid to share it.”

We invited them back to our new home, our first couple to visit, yippee!  Brett made coffee and we settled in for more.  They listened with compassion and tears as we shared our life stories.  Its easy to want to close down pack our stories away in a box sealed, signed and delivered to the attic to never be opened again.  It’s safe there, not really, but it feels that way.  No risk.  No growth.  Brett and I made a choice, mutually together, sometime along the way that it isn’t our story, its God’s story.  He gets the glory for where we are today.  So, we unpack it together for our friends.  Its messy, not rehearsed.  We rip off our scabs and allow the pain to ooze once again.  We felt gutted, but safe.  Exposed but loved.  Vulnerable but appreciated.  Sharing our story is part of the healing journey, for us and those who listen.  More light penetrates the dark corners each time we choose to be brave enough to share.    

Our desire is for those who hear our pain and suffering to see Jesus in the midst, for them to catch a glimpse of his presence in our lives.  For His faithfulness to be evident throughout our struggles and times of despair when we hit bottom with no sense of direction.  We believe God is in the business of restoring and mending shattered lives.  We know he does; we are his evidence.  Your life may not unfold the way you had planned or hoped but trust God has you.  Redemption is beautiful, it’s worth it and its free.  We want to offer you hope along your journey and the courage to share your story. 

“What makes you vulnerable makes you beautiful” -Brene Brown.

Satan Doesn't Win

Day 2 of the writing conference...

I knew God had me right where he wanted me.  Three months prior in the foyer of my Home Church in Illinois a lady and I had an encounter.  We were sharing our pain with one another.  I had mentioned that I need to write a book and she said, "I knew this morning when I entered the church I was to share with you about this conference but I didn't know why til now."  She went on to say that an author will be attending a Women's conference in Indianapolis in August and she teaches people how to write their stories.  I was elated!  But it was in August...we would be moved to Texas by then and it wouldn't be possible for me to come back North.  I googled this story-writing-instructor and signed up for her emails.  Soon I received an email that she would hold a writing conference in Houston, an hour from my new town two months after I arrive.  Not a Women's conference, a writer's conference, exactly what I desired.  I asked hubby if we could make it happen so soon after the move, he agreed I should go.  God provided every penny for me to register.  When it came to booking a two night stay in Houston (which was the same price as the conference) I became nervous and contemplated canceling.  God in His goodness came through once again using my awesome hubby's points to get my hotel for FREE!  When you know God calls you to it, that's one thing, when He lights up the path, its a no-brainer.

Back to the conference...I met loads of inspiring writers, but I began to pray for God to give me the one person.  Someone to connect with on a more personal level.  We all long for connection and community, God created us for intimacy.  I don't remember exactly when it happened.  It was the end of the day, as everyone was making their way to the exit I met her.  I commented on her clothes.  She was dressed for Summer and just darling.  We ventured to the stone table and benches under the tree where we talked and laughed and talked and laughed.  We connected and neither of us wanted it to end, she invited me to attend Beth Moore's bible study with her across town.

Across town.  It shouldn't be that difficult to grab a quick bite to eat and get there within 30 minutes.  (Here is where my small town living, completely ignorant to the Houston traffic way of life comes into play).  The plan was to meet at Fuddruckers, get a bite to go, and meet at the church, easy enough.  I pulled into the parking lot and parked at the entrance waiting for my new friend, all the while being eye balled by a police officer in a golf cart.  I have no idea why there is a police officer in a golf cart in the parking lot of Fuddruckers. But rest assured, there was!  I waited and waited.  I decided to order my food but I wasn't at Fuddruckers. *gasp* Sound the music, the fun is about to begin!  Seriously, I had been waiting fifteen minutes in the parking lot, at the wrong location.  My heart had started to beat fast, and I wondered why I hadn't grabbed my new friend's phone number.  I walked to my car which is now parked in the middle of a large massive parking lot surrounded by three restaurants and there it is, in all its glory... FUDDRUCKERS.  I pass my car, jump the wooden fence, all the while the police officer is eyeballing me real close. I swing the door open and order my to-die-for hamburger with bacon, no onions please.  The clock is ticking and I'm starting to panic that I will be late for Beth Moore's bible study.  Who walks in late to a Beth Moore bible study?  I grab my food and go only to pace the parking lot for five minutes searching for my car. *Arghhh*

I have ten minutes to make it from one side of Katy FREEWAY to the other.  I'm an experienced driver, I have driven in Chicago and LA.  Maybe it was just the pressure of time or the FACT that my GPS doesn't know the difference between interstate 10 and Katy freeway but this was not happening the way I imagined it.  Turn right, left, right, right, simple.  Nope.  On the GPS the roads seem to overlap and the signs say something different than the GPS.  The road, ummm, all eight lanes of it without warning become two and arch up into the heavens and split in half.  I think to myself, this can't be happening.  Quick which way, which way?  North or South?  I know now that I have long passed my "right" turn to the church and that where ever these two roads lead (tolls, they lead to tolls) is not where I want to go!  Its becoming clear to me that Satan doesn't want me at this bible study and that he was the mastermind behind the engineering of Houston's interstates.  I pay the tolls, turn around and arrive ten minutes late to the church.

The church isn't ginormous, but there are several buildings and entrances.  I'm a little shaken up by now as I'm walking to the entrance. I walk in on a Celebrate Recovery meeting happening in the foyer. Okay God, if this is where you want me, okay. I've done CR before but if you want me to do it again, okay.  I'm about to surrender, I smile, they smile back (bless them) and I keep walking.  The next group was not the bible study either. It was a room full of math tech nerds. They were studying serious math with letters, numbers, brackets in equations the length of the board, I'm NOT overreacting.  They look at me and I look at them and ask "do you know where Beth Moore's bible study is?"  They look at me like I'm an alien, and said with puzzled looks "No, no ma'am, we don't."  I'm convinced they may not have realized in all their math wizardry that they were in a church, not a university and it was more weird for them to be here than me!  I can feel tears wanting to surface but nope...I will find this bible study, Satan is not winning tonight.  I bump into a fella, and I ask if he knows where the study is happening and he does. Thank goodness, finally! We jump on his golf cart and he drives me to another building.  He giggles at my inability to make it from one side of the interstate to the other. I'm less amused at the moment.

Praise Jesus I have arrived. I'm late but they are singing. My friend finds me and we hug as I'm about to drop to the ground and shatter.  She said she had just arrived five minutes ago because she had some difficulty at the interstate exchange.  You don't say!

The worship was fantastic. Here I was, finally, at Beth Moore's bible study surrounded by beautiful women eager to learn God's word. There is no place I would rather be. Beth delivers a solid message, affirming what God had revealed to me the day before through the stranger (see previous post) but that's a whole other story for another day.

Lessons I learned:
-Don't give up and let the devil win.
-Don't trust a GPS in Houston
-I think Katy Expressway and Interstate 10 are one of the same, but I'm not 100% sure.  I hope a reader will let me know.
-I think golf carts are "a thing" in Houston.
-Jumping fences in parking lots is frowned upon by the Houston Police.
-Math classes are held at church...there may be a very good reason for that, intercessory help.

If you learned from my eccentric experience, please comment and enlighten me!

A Gut Punch Gift from a Stranger

I went to a three day writer's conference this week.  It was fantastic!  I soaked in so much knowledge my brain still hurts!  I have a story for each day.  This is from day 1...

The beautiful Beth Moore had just finished speaking and eager fans beelined to meet her.  Two lines had formed to get autographs, tell stories, hugs and selfies.  One line was moving incredibly fast and the other at a snail's pace.  People were starting to push, roll eyes and sigh.  The following happened quite quickly (I'm paraphrasing even though I have used quotes).  If you know me, I'm fierce (according to Beth Moore) and sympathetic (according to my husband) so I said, "ya'all there are two lines here, can we take turns so both lines are moving."  A lady out of no where called me by name and said, "Now Micah that is not a spirit filled attitude to have here!" as she quickly walked away.  What?!  Who was that?  Gut Punch!  I'm at a conference with approx 200 plus people that I don't know and she called me out by name.  I caught a glimpse of her.  Both lines now started to move but I wondered who was that?  Was I really rude?  No one else seem offended or would they say if they were? Everyone is so kind in Texas maybe they were thinking "bless her" or "she needs Jesus"  but they would never say!  My mind started to spin.  Satan does that.  He will take a situation and twist it and turn it and attack you with it or make you feel under attack.  It was happening, right here, right now, on the first night of a three day conference.

We were all encouraged to grab supper with our fellow attendees and answer the questions, "What has been your biggest struggle?" and "What has been your biggest accomplishment?" I found myself in an authentic Mexican restaurant (I don't eat Mexican) with five COMPLETE strangers.  It was a stretch even for this extrovert.  We had a wonderful dinner, and it was so yummy!  Surprise, who would have thought I actually DO like Mexican food!  I truly enjoyed hearing each person's stories.  Sitting next to me was an older woman sharing her heartache. I thought...her voice sure does sound familiar, could she be the woman who called me out?

 As we walked out of the restaurant I tapped this stranger on the shoulder and asked,
"Were you the one who called me out in line?"
"Yes, I did, are you ok? she replied.
Yes, I'm fine.
"It was snarky Micah"
"Ya perhaps, I just wanted it to be fair"
"yes, I know, you wanted justice"
"I do want justice, how do you know that?"
"broken people do"
I went on to share a snippet of my story and why I seek justice in so many areas of my life.  She listened.  I went back to my car and sobbed.  I asked God what he was wanting me to learn here because a part of me did not like the way this stranger called me out.  I was honest with God...is this pride?  Are you exposing my flesh?  Truth be told, had she been gentle, I would not have heard her nor would I have questioned the Lord in what he was seeking to expose and teach me.  I called Brett and shared all of this with him and we agreed God was speaking.

The next morning I spoke with this stranger again and thanked her for calling me out.  I expressed to her that I needed to hear it but it didn't feel good.  Refining never does.  I felt like the whole room heard her and that she shamed me.  Her message was needed and heard but her approach was off.  Let's be honest...all of us are often off in our approach to others.  She heard me, affirmed that she didn't mean to cause any more pain.  We listened to each other, well, in my opinion.  I acknowledged that I need refining and that I got the message from God through her.  She acknowledged she needs to be conscientious of when to be more tender and gentle especially when working with broken people in her line of work.  This was iron sharpening iron at its best!

This stranger had given me a gift.  The gift of awareness of how I come across to others.  The gift of zeroing in on the voice of God through strangers.  The gift of refining me to become more like HIM.   We are all a work in progress, in a refining fire.  I desperately desire more of Him and less of me.

Have you been gut punched by a stranger?  Was there a lesson to be had?  What did you learn?  Share your story with me, I can't wait to hear it and learn from you.

Seeking Justice. Loving Mercy. Walking humbly with my God;
Micah

The Wisdom of Tenderness #2

Still slowly going through the book.  Devouring precious nuggets of wisdom. I love a good book!

This entry won't be near as long as the last.  Partly because I don't want to share everything with you...I want you to get the book and read it!  Same as before, I'm going to highlight sentences from the book and put my thoughts in parenthesis.

-Living in tenderness leads us out of the house of fear. The wisdom to see the tenderness of God at work in tribulation and consolation delivers the ragamuffin (that is me and you) from the house of fear, sets her free from the worries, tensions, and pressure of our torn and tearing world, and makes the words of Jesus her cry of liberation: "There is no need to be afraid, little flock, for it has pleased your Father to give you the Kingdom." Luke 12:32.  (I don't know about you but sometimes fear can be paralyzing. In my humanness, my thoughts can easily turn negative, dark and doubtful and fear can flood in. I appreciate his insight, for pages, on fear and resting in the Lord.

- (all my writing here) Along with the fear he writes about being present.  Which we hear a lot of these days from meditation guides.  "Be present, be all here"...blah blah blah. Manning's drive is to get you to be aware of your life and enjoy the moment as a means to an end.  To love our whole story. Which I love...think about it....do you embrace all those dark, trying periods of your life?  Do you see the beauty HE has made from ashes when you look in the mirror?

-If Paul hadn't gone through the humble but enlightening experience of divine tenderness, he might well have become pathological.  (Can you imagine scripture without Paul!  Can you accept that Jesus loves you just as much as he loved Paul?  He is on to you, He is out for your soul, just like he was Paul).

-Self-hatred for real or imagined failures begets crippling guilt and is spawned by the father of lies. (Back up to point one, here we have it again....paralyzing, crippling fear....only comes from one place my friend and its NOT our heavenly Father.)

-Manning talks a lot about the benefits of living in tenderness.  Pick up the book and soak it all in.  Here are a few...

     -lets us live in trust, transparency and compassion.

     -bringing awareness of the loving gaze of Jesus.

     -makes us present without an agenda, stress and distress.

     -unspoken assurance that Jesus will provide the grace for the next step.

-A quote from the book "The one thing we owe absolutely to God is never to be afraid of anything."  (So easy to say, So hard to live out.)

-God's grace always precedes his call.  (In a pastor's office I once read the words..."God does not call the equipped, he equips those he calls."  This could be a whole blog entry by itself!  With God as your guide anything is possible.  I have to remind myself that daily as I tackle homeschooling and motherhood....when I'm feeling so not capable!

-Tenderness involves a continuing and deepening dependence on God.  (So does falling in love with Jesus and trusting Him with your life!)

-Tenderness if the impeccable sense of feeling safe: it comes from knowing that I'm totally liked and thoroughly loved.  

-The sense of safety that the acceptance of tenderness engenders is accompanied by a growing loss of control.  (and there we have it, the dreaded word every type A person across the globe hates...control.) As we become more comfortable w/ God's tenderness, we feel the reins on our life loosening and the stranglehold on our autonomous self slipping.  We no longer roar, clamoring for demands of perfection to be satisfied. There's less need to broadcast our established verities or to impose them on others as absolutes.  These are signs that self-acceptance is slowly maturing in the wisdom of accepted tenderness.  (I don't know about you, but I want that.  I want to relax, let go and allow God to move and mold me into His image.)

To live in the wisdom of accepted tenderness is to accept myself and everything that happens to me as a gift that's good; its to understand that my very existence is an expression of praise and thanks to God.  (I so want to get there!  I want to get to that place where is ALL about Him. Every breath, every thought, every action.)

-An additional effect of understanding God as the heart of tenderness is reconciliation.  Seen from a biblical perspective, reconciliation isn't primarily making up with another person; its making peace within ourselves in that dimension of our lives where we've preciously been unable to find peace.  Reconciliation is the inner healing of our hearts by the tenderness of Jesus.  Its a gentle growing into a oneness not of our own making. 

-He gives a story about a woman who had a horrific childhood and how she came to him one day and shared her struggle of survival for the majority of her life...having lived daily w/ the pain of abuse. And her encourages her to meditate (its OK, she is meditating on Jesus!) "Abba, I belong to you."  And she comes back and shares how it changed her.  I'm not going to tell you, you have to read the book! In Luke 18 we are encouraged to pray and not lose heart!

-It's in the crucible of pain and suffering that we become tender.  (how true!  We have no idea, until we have walked it. A friend just recently shared w/ me that she is able to "accept" and heal her miscarriage knowing that one day God may use her to help another Momma through the same sad situation.  Wow...how mature!  Accepting the hardship as a pathway to peace!)

Post one and two were my highlights from chapter one of "The Wisdom of Tenderness" by Brennan Manning, with some of my thoughts.  I want to encourage you to read the book.  Its loaded with great knowledge. Have a Blessed Day!

The Wisdom of Tenderness by Brennan Manning

I'm reading "The Wisdom of Tenderness" by Brennan Manning...and to say its a good book, would be an understatement. I'll share some of the things that found worth repeating. My thoughts are in the parantheseis, most emphasis is mine.

-If we accept the revelation of Jesus that God is Father, that there's "one God and Father of all, who is over all, and works through all, and is in all" (Eph 4:6) then we're making a statement, not just about God but about ourselves. Its to say we are his children, to acknowledge that other people are brothers and sisters in the human family. THIS understanding affects our lifestyle b/c it implies acceptance of others and responsibility for others; we do our best to give family members whatever they need. This familial relationship is to be taken literally, for its a thing of flesh and blood in the bond of the Holy Spirit. (I have lots of thoughts about this, but my question today is, Are we as Christians really living like this?)

-When we're steeped in selfishness, indifferent to the poor, tormented by lust, wallowing in self-pity and flattened by depression...God's love continues to carry us. God can't NOT love us. (I read this week of a momma who committed suicide to postpartum depression, I know more people than I count who are depressed, addicted, tired. He loves you, he loves me. Our Hope should lay in him and him alone. If he is for us, (and friend he IS) who can be against us? Romans 8:31. I love the lyrics to "Fierce" by Jesus Culture...."YOU CHASE ME DOWN, YOU SEEK ME OUT, HOW CAN I BE LOST, WHEN YOU HAVE CALLED ME FOUND." Something to think about)

-Do you accept yourself as one utterly loved by God? And truly liked? Do you wholeheartedly trust that God likes you? If you can answer yes to these questions, there comes a relaxedness and serenity, a compassionate attitude toward yourself in your brokenness, that elucidates the meaning of tenderness.

-On page 22 the question is posed "But what of God's justice?" (You will need to read it for yourself, its a lot to grasp, but these two things stood out) "I hope as much from the justice of God as from his mercy. It is b/c he is just that he is compassionate and full of tenderness....for he knows our weakness." -Therese of Lisieux. (that struck me as deep and profound. I don't know about you but for me I sometimes tend to lean towards the just side of God, forgetting the compassionate side. The God that is seeking me)

-What joy to think that God is just, that he takes account of our weaknesses, that he knows perfectly the fragility of our nature. (same thoughts from the section above, but yes add joy to the equation)

-LIVE IN THE WISDOM OF ACCEPTED TENDERNESS.

(you will have to read the book to grasp the concept)

-Every change in the quality of a Christian's life must grow out of a change in his / her vision of reality. (definitely not by someone else's rules, boundaries, and lack of tenderness which I see and hear so much of today, even in the Christian circles)

-The gentle spirit dwelling within us is the deepest expression of tenderness-indeed, the Spirit-filled Christian is one whose heart is OVERFLOWING with tenderness-and it represents the full healing of our pain through his coming to us. (still pondering this. I lack this experience from Christians. And its made me take a closer look at my own walk.)

-Biblically, tenderness is what follows when someone reveals to you your own inner beauty, when you discover your belovedness, when you experience that you are deeply and sincerely LIKED by someone. If you communicate to me that you really like me, not just love me as a brother in Christ, that you take delight me, then you open up to me the possibility of liking myself (and I will add from Brene Brown...the ability to be my true self and be vulnerable...from her book Daring Greatly) Brennan continues...The look of amiable regard in your eyes banishes my fears, and my defense mechanisms disappear into the nothingness. Your warmth withers my self-disdain and allows the possibility of self-esteem. The mask drops...becoming more open, sincere, VULNERABLE and affectionate w/ you than I would ever dream of being if I thought you didn't like me. (Its so cool that I am reading both of these books and they are touching on this very issue that I am so enthralled by. To me THIS is what I want to be and what I look for in relationships. It should be evident in Christian circles...its so beautiful!)

This is ONLY Chapter one. I'm excited to see what else he has to reveal! I really enjoy reading Brennan Manning. I think he GETS what many Christians don't, and he has a way of revealing it to the reader. And if you haven't watched "The Raggamuffin"....the life of Rich Mullins. Go watch it! And read "The Raggamuffin Gospel" by Brennan Manning.

Holy Spirit You Are Welcome Here

My husband wonders why I blog because I don't do it regulary. Life is crazy with five kids & two grandkids...so I do it when I can and more importantly when I feel inspired to share something worth sharing! I journal regularly in a paper journal, but sometimes God prompts my heart to share something with you (whoever you are!).  And goodness gracious...I want to be obedient!

Then I get right HERE.  God has given me so many thoughts...what exactly should I share?  So, I'm just gonna go with the two things he has given me lately.

Prayer. How is your prayer life?  Do you go through seasons where you are spot on with the Holy Spirit, listening and yearning for more? I sure do! I love when the Holy Spirit is at work and just clear cuts who to pray for and why. And then there at times its much more subtle...both equally important. I was driving up to Champaign the other day to visit precious perfect Owen (my grandson), listening to my favorite worship leaders...Jesus Culture, Kari Jobe & Hillsong (yes all of them, it was an hour drive) and the Spirit just washed over me. Giving me several people to knock on Heavens gates on their behalf. It was so powerful. I couldn't help but be moved to tears that Holy Spirit prompted my heart to pray for these people. There is nothing special about me and my prayer life that he would prompt me more than any other person. Except maybe at that moment I was listening and ready.  I want to encourage you to get to a place where you are still, quiet and ready for the Spirit to approach you. Jesus is always ready, willing and eager to spend time with us. We are the ones much to busy to listen and respond. But wow, what an amazing exchange of holiness when we are connected with the Spirit!

Secondly...God has given me several different verses over the last month with "wall" references. I know how important walls were back in the day.  They provided protection for a city. Without walls a city would not stand a chance against an invasion, they would be conquered, they would be extremely vulnerable. Guards would stand on walls all hours of the day and night, keeping an eye out. Take sometime and search scriptures with "wall" references and dig a little deeper. Are you standing on a wall in this season of your life? Are you protecting yourself from invasion by keeping yourself in fellowship and in the Word? God is always waiting and as a friend reminded me once...He always says...come....come as you are.