"But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us."
2 Corinthians 4:7 NIV

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

I've moved!

I'm excited to announce I'm back!

But I've relocated.

I launched a new website. And I'd love for you to visit!

I posted my first blog today. When you read it you'll understand why I called it Happy Anniversary.

Thanks for following me in the past. I hope you'll continue in the days ahead.

Friday, October 22, 2010

A Mother's Prayers

I've missed blogging. I hope once I adapt to my new schedule I'll find time to fit it in again.

This won't take long. (to write or read.) I had to share this video with you. My daughter tagged me on facebook and I saw it this morning at the gym.

How many times have you seen a woman at the gym watching a video on her iPhone with tears streaming down her face?

Well that was me this morning!

Here's why.

The note next to her video post read:

Well, momma's prayers are being answered. the Lord has really been tugging on my heart lately. wrote this song tonight.. still needs a lot of work, but it's definitely the cry of my heart. i hope it touches yours.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Memory Verse Monday

My husband and I have been in business together for over 20 years. We own Bryant Digital Media and get to do all kinds of creative work like making commercials, designing websites and producing DVD’s.

But the past two years have been a real struggle. Everything you’ve been hearing on the news about the plight of small business owners in this economy is true.

But that’s okay, because the Lord has a new assignment for me.

Starting tomorrow I will be working two jobs. I will continue in my long-standing capacity at my husband’s company, and I will begin a new 
full time job as a writer for Children’s Hospital of Central California.

I go from working side-by-side my husband and a little band of amazing subcontractors—and no one else—to working for one of the largest employers in Central California.

Life is about to change!

Is it any wonder the Lord brought this wonderful verse to mind?

Today’s Memory Verse:

Friday, October 8, 2010

Memory Verse Monday

Okay, so it’s not Monday.

I missed posting a memory verse earlier this week, and this particular verse has been chasing me ever since.

I taught from this little passage of Scripture for 50 minutes last Wednesday night. 

In other words, today’s memory verse has a whole lot to say!

I know God called me to teach from Proverbs 3:5-6 because I needed to be reminded of the things this verse says so succinctly.

  1. Make a conscious decision to trust God
  2. Trust Him when He doesn’t make sense
  3. Surrender fully to Him because He is God and I am not

If I will do that, if I will

  1. Trust in the LORD with all my heart
  2. Lean not on my own understanding
  3. Acknowledge Him in all my ways

Then He has promised to make my paths straight.

I’m keeping the “if/then” promise contained in these verses ever before me.

Hopefully next week I’ll find the time blog about the other two things God has been hitting me over the head with. (I can’t hold these truths in for much longer.)

For several weeks now, every minute of my day has been filled to maximum capacity. (Hence the trickles of oil flowing from this jar and onto this blog lately.)

But I have much I can’t wait to share. (Oh how I wish there were 48 hours in each day!)

In the meantime—as the hours rush by from dawn to dusk—I’ll be trusting in the LORD wholeheartedly.

Today’s Memory Verse:

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

A Closer Look at Philippians 3

I couldn’t get to my computer yesterday (my usual blog day). I had a wonderful guest staying in the room housing my computer. (I didn’t think he’d appreciate the sound of clicking keys late into the night.)

On Monday, I implied the difficulty of living out Paul’s words from our memory verse this week. I promised to blog about it and I fully intend to.

But first I wanted to give you Monday’s memory verse in context.

I love how it comes across in The Message.

And that's about it, friends. Be glad in God! I don't mind repeating what I have written in earlier letters, and I hope you don't mind hearing it again. Better safe than sorry—so here goes.

Steer clear of the barking dogs, those religious busybodies, all bark and no bite. All they're interested in is appearances—knife-happy circumcisers, I call them. The real believers are the ones the Spirit of God leads to work away at this ministry, filling the air with Christ's praise as we do it. We couldn't carry this off by our own efforts, and we know it—even though we can list what many might think are impressive credentials. You know my pedigree: a legitimate birth, circumcised on the eighth day; an Israelite from the elite tribe of Benjamin; a strict and devout adherent to God's law; a fiery defender of the purity of my religion, even to the point of persecuting the church; a meticulous observer of everything set down in God's law Book.

The very credentials these people are waving around as something special, I'm tearing up and throwing out with the trash—along with everything else I used to take credit for. And why? Because of Christ. Yes, all the things I once thought were so important are gone from my life. Compared to the high privilege of knowing Christ Jesus as my Master, firsthand, everything I once thought I had going for me is insignificant—dog dung. I've dumped it all in the trash so that I could embrace Christ and be embraced by him. I didn't want some petty, inferior brand of righteousness that comes from keeping a list of rules when I could get the robust kind that comes from trusting Christ—God's righteousness.

I gave up all that inferior stuff so I could know Christ personally, experience his resurrection power, be a partner in his suffering, and go all the way with him to death itself. If there was any way to get in on the resurrection from the dead, I wanted to do it.

I'm not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don't get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I've got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I'm off and running, and I'm not turning back. Philippians 3:1-14 The Message

I’ll be back a little later with my thoughts on how to live this out.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Memory Verse Monday

The three dots on either side of today’s memory verse suggest that it comes out of a greater context. I’d love to make the verses on either side part of your memory work this week, but since it won’t all fit on one slide, I had to trim it.

Paul opens the third chapter of his letter to the Philippians by pointing out all the reasons he has for putting confidence in himself.

His motivation for self-confidence could stem from who he was (“a Hebrew of Hebrews”) and also what he had done (“legalistic righteousness”).

It’s one thing to recite Paul’s words and testimony from memory.

It’s quite another to live it out.

This week I plan to blog about what it looks like to live it out.

Today’s Memory Verse:

Friday, September 24, 2010

Dreams that Speak

In my dream I was standing on the bow of a tiny cruise ship. (I’d call it a yacht, but I’ve never been on one, so I can’t be sure that’s what it was.)

The crew had prepared the boat for departure. Everyone should have been onboard, but I saw a man I knew from church standing on the dock. He looked confused and borderline desperate.

I assumed he wanted to board, and hurried to help him. I couldn’t find a single crewmember, so I looked for a door to open for him. I searched and searched for a way to help the man climb onboard, but the boat was sealed up tight. 

I felt urgency and a profound sense of responsibility for his wellbeing.

The little ship started moving and I knew I had failed. I peeked through a porthole and watched the man from my church grow smaller and smaller. I hated leaving him behind.

When I turned from the porthole, I discovered I’d wandered into the engine room.

I stood in the heart of the ship and somehow I knew I was blessed to be onboard.

But the dear man had missed the boat.

And the blessing.

Suddenly I heard loud, rushing water and the ship began to lurch. I wondered what I’d gotten myself into.

I struggled to make my way back to the deck, and soon found a door. It led me to the bridge. The captain and crew looked grave. Fear crept into my throat.

Would I survive this frightening ride?

The force of water threw me forward, but I held on. The ship plunged over a waterfall, but I still held on.

I remember thinking the man on the shore was better off.

I cried out to God and immediately everything stood still. The sound of rushing water and the lurching of the boat stopped.

I looked out over the bow and saw that not one drop of water remained. The boat sat on dry ground.

The captain issued orders to engineering, to other members of his crew, and even to all the passengers. He told us someone had to figure out how to get the ship sailing again.

All kinds of theories came forth.

1.    Send for a large truck and trailer.
2.    Put engineers to work building wheels.
3.    Trace the source of the drainage and dam it.

The captain considered each idea and rejected all.

I prayed, “God, how are we supposed to get out of this mess?”

“They’re trying to solve the problem with things they can do,” God replied. “They haven’t considered the miraculous. All they have to do is ask me, and I will send the water they need.”

Everyone was scrambling, trying to fix the situation. But no one asked God to intervene. No one expected a miracle.

I awoke convicted. When I try to fix impossibilities on my own, my efforts look as silly as putting wheels on a boat.

But what did the man from my church have to do with it?

Her explanation floored me. She said that I couldn’t do a single thing to guarantee someone’s salvation.

I could try and try to show the way, but ultimately God has to open the eyes of the blind. God has to reveal Himself.

If a man from my church wants to stand on the dock, attend Sunday morning services, and read the Bible but not get onboard, I’m powerless to keep him from being left behind.  

But I can expect a miracle. I can ask God to offer living water to that person. Who could refuse that? 

Whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a sping of water welling up to eternal life. John 4:14 NIV

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