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Craving Life


Today I find myself craving more. I need more than what I’m able to do. I need to experience more than what I’m able to accomplish. I need more. There has to be more than simply staring at this miniature computer in my hands. I feel like I’m missing something. TV no longer has any appeal. I don’t want to see dead bodies, crimes, or step into the twisted minds of those committing the crimes, individuals making really bad choices and living below the abundant life, or people winning money for answering dumb questions there should be no use in knowing. I don’t want to sound superior, I’m just sharing my heart. I need more than what TV or my phone has to offer.  

I don’t want my kids growing up thinking TV is god or never seeing my face without a device in front of it. I don’t want them thinking that I find googling random things or socializing with strangers more entertaining than they are. I want more for them too. I don’t want them thinking that the internet is the be-all/end-all for life. Isn’t it strange how unfulfilling it is even though we’re full of information? I don’t need more worldly knowledge, I need more life in my life.  

Proverbs 3:13 says “Blessed are those who find wisdom, those who gain understanding…” I feel like I have understanding in some areas, but not in the ones I truly desire to have it. What’s the point in comprehension of things that don’t matter to me? Or to God? I wanna “get” what God says. I know that makes me different, but maybe not so different from you. The only way I can come up with to do that is to study, actually study, what the Creator of the universe says. Then listen when He wants to say something to me. (I’ve heard the world try to tell people this means you’re crazy. If so, put me down as a nutcase. God talks to me. Get over it.)  

I’m making it a point, especially this week, to take the time to listen for the wisdom God wants me to know. There is a fulfillment that can only come from what He has to offer and I’m waiting patiently and expectantly for it.  


Yeah, I Said It


I won’t turn back. I will not back down. I am standing firm. And I most certainly will not be afraid. I’m crazy? Yes. Yes, I am. Crazy to believe that God couldn’t love me, that He doesn’t care what happens to me. Crazy is thinking that what our Creator says is not truth. We are His people. We are not silent. We are not doormats. And we are not weak. We are strong because He is strong. We are warriors because He is a warrior. We are not defeated because He can’t be. He can’t be anything but faithful to us. He will not go back on His promises and there are many. We stand firm and see His salvation, here, on this earth. We don’t have to wait until heaven to experience the abundant life. That is not the plan and never has been. We pray until something happens. When’s the last time you turned off the TV, put down your phone, and prayed? And I don’t mean this namby- pamby, wussy, “God, be with us” prayers. (Pssst, he’s already with us without us having to ask.) I mean the “feet-stompin’, discouragement-crushin’, here’s-the-way-it-is-devil” prayers where you feel the Holy Spirit coursing through your veins like the blood that God Himself put there. God didn’t call us to boredom, sitting with our feet up, watching shows with four-letter words on 3-letter stations. Turn it off, put it down, and do something for Him instead of watching what other people are doing. Take a step in the direction that you know God is calling you to. Give Him more than the “allotted” 5-minute devotional time and see what happens to your world.

Willing to Interweave


I prayed this morning that I could work through God and that He would work through me. As these words came out of my mouth, I began to think about an interwoven cloth. Me through God and God through me. What an amazing concept. Then tonight I began to wonder what kind of changes we could make and He could make if we were willing. Are we willing? Oooo! Oooo! Me, God, me! Pick me! I’m willing! Then I got to thinking about the “sacrifice.” Where’s God’s time? Where, as believers, are we allotting God time to work in and through us? How do we know if we’re working through Him and His will? Where’s God’s time? You know the time we’re supposed to pray morning, noon, and night, seek ye first the kingdom, agree with our brothers and sisters, ask and receive, refresh our minds? Are we doing alllllll of the things we’re supposed to do as believers? Do we have time for them? We are called to live differently. Are we? Can we talk about Jesus like He’s our closest friend? Out in public? Where there are people who…eek!…DON’T BELIEVE? Do we have courage to do just that? In a time when it’s getting more and more critical for people to hear about Jesus and more and more dangerous to open our mouths about Him, are we doing that?

Our Creator commanded (“give an authoritative order” and “be in a strong enough position to have or secure ‘something’”) us to be strong and courageous. Do we feel this way most days? Why not? I’m willing to bet it’s because our time is being stolen right out from under our busy little noses. You know the ones…the noses that are stuck in someone else’s business. (*Gasp! “I don’t do that!”) Facebook is everyone else’s business and there’s not so much pure, lovely, and good on there. TV is other people’s lives. I challenge you to inspire me with what you are learning from NBC or ABC. Why are we discontent with our own lives when we do nothing to change them? We don’t have to sit back and watch others live. We don’t even have to kick back and read people’s complaints at the end of our day. I urge you to not be lulled into a sleepy haze with this short life you’ve been given. It is a gift that not everyone gets a chance to enjoy anymore.

Can we turn the TV off for an hour to give God the time of day? How about Facebook? A friend of mine once told me that anything you can’t give up for 24 hours is an idol. Hmmmm…Are you willing?



Ashy. I feel ashy and not beautiful. In Isaiah 61, which is what my Bible falls open to (in case you were wondering) He promises to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes. (Isaiah 61:3 To grant to those who mourn in Zion— to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit; that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he may be glorified.)

In ye olden days, ashes represented sorrow. When individuals were mourning, they would pour ashes on their heads. There were ashes left over from all the critters they gave as sacrifice. Ashes were everywhere. People sat amidst ashes, crying out to God, wondering what to do. I don’t see anyone these days sitting in a pile of aforementioned ashes. Maybe because we, even as believers, don’t like to use the words “repent” or “kingdom” with some people, scared to death of looking like or sounding like the “crazy*” man with the sign on the corner. If we’re afraid to use certain words, why would we be willing to let everyone know we are repentant before our God. We whine, we bait people, we hope to have others ask how we are so that we can pour out our Sad Sackcloth Saga (SSS) for sympathy, but we don’t get down and dirty before our Creator. We like to whine, even if it’s in our own heads. I’m not one to whine to anyone other than my mom and husband. They’re the ones who get to hear it.

*who am I to judge?

This marks the beginning of my 30 days with God, desperately seeking Him for answers regarding my health and the health of other believers. It sounds so heroic, doesn’t it? Well, it’s not. I’m not more righteous than you or anyone else. But I have gotten to a place in my life where I’m tired of believing God can do it and waking up to the symptoms of yesterday and yesteryear. Yes, some might say, “You woke up, that’s something.” And to that I would say, “Yup.”

Disclaimer: I feel the need to let everyone know that I’m not writing this to please or satisfy anyone else. I have an audience of One Who’s told me to write, so here I am, both out of obedience and cheap therapy. This blog grew out of a desperate need in my life for an outlet, a vent (a dryer vent at times…See “Cryin’ by the Dryin’) Since then it’s gained some readers and I’m not sure of backgrounds, but that’s the beauty of it. I don’t care. If I offend you, stop reading. If I don’t, I’m not sure that’s a good thing either. Maybe I should and that gets you to thinking more…eh, there’s beauty in that too as that’s not my job either.

I don’t really have a plan for this, but I do know that certain things have to go…like Facebook and Twitter and possibly TV. (eek. TV??) I need to stop the voices. Yes, there are voices in my head. If there aren’t in yours, you’ve never had a grandma or father like mine. But these days I hear and see too many opinions about things…some that matter and some that don’t. I want to hear God’s opinion, not Bob’s down the road or Brittney’s view on things, as poignant as it may be. These voices are both audible and in text form and they aren’t coming from the One Who made me. I’m taking some time to reflect on the fact that I’ve never gotten sick of hearing God’s voice.

I’m not pledging anything and I’m not making any deals with God, but I am relying on His promise that if I seek Him, I will find Him. The rationalization is pretty simple: If I need a healing, and He is my Healer, I believe it makes total sense.

I feel as though I need to repent of not spending time with Him and letting the distractions of this world settle in like they own me. Because the distractions have become more than distractions. They’ve become life. People don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t even look at each other. Instead of taking someone flowers when a loved one dies and being there for them, we “Like” their post on Facebook. I think that’s sick. I think it’s disgustingly convenient and lazy. Why would God want to redeem and heal a life like that? A life that doesn’t sow or reap anything worthwhile for the kingdom? I’m over it. And I’m here to prove something, although I’m not sure what.

So I sit, in a torn robe, amidst the ashes, searching again for a God that found me in the same place years ago. Desperate. Ugly. Apathetic. Sad. Distraught. Weathered. Jaded. Snarky. You know, just like the Proverbs 31 woman. (Please do yourself a favor and look this up if you think this is what the woman in Proverbs 31 is like.)

Job 42:6 Therefore I despise myself, and repent in dust and ashes.”

2 Samuel 13:19 And Tamar put ashes on her head and tore the long robe that she wore. And she laid her hand on her head and went away, crying aloud as she went.

Job 2:8 And he took a piece of broken pottery with which to scrape himself while he sat in the ashes.

Daniel 9:3 Then I turned my face to the Lord God, seeking him by prayer and pleas for mercy with fasting and sackcloth and ashes.

Esther 4:3 And in every province, wherever the king’s command and his decree reached, there was great mourning among the Jews, with fasting and weeping and lamenting, and many of them lay in sackcloth and ashes.

Numbers 19:10 And the one who gathers the ashes of the heifer shall wash his clothes and be unclean until evening. And this shall be a perpetual statute for the people of Israel, and for the stranger who sojourns among them.

Jonah 3:6 The word reached the king of Nineveh, and he arose from his throne, removed his robe, covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.

Hebrews 9:13 For if the blood of goats and bulls, and the sprinkling of defiled persons with the ashes of a heifer, sanctify for the purification of the flesh,

Matthew 11:21 “Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the mighty works done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes.

Esther 4:1 When Mordecai learned all that had been done, Mordecai tore his clothes and put on sackcloth and ashes, and went out into the midst of the city, and he cried out with a loud and bitter cry.

Luke 10:13 “Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the mighty works done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago, sitting in sackcloth and ashes.

Malachi 4:3 And you shall tread down the wicked, for they will be ashes under the soles of your feet, on the day when I act, says the Lord of hosts.

1 Peter 5:1-14 So I exhort the elders among you, as a fellow elder and a witness of the sufferings of Christ, as well as a partaker in the glory that is going to be revealed: shepherd the flock of God that is among you, exercising oversight, not under compulsion, but willingly, as God would have you; not for shameful gain, but eagerly; not domineering over those in your charge, but being examples to the flock. And when the chief Shepherd appears, you will receive the unfading crown of glory. Likewise, you who are younger, be subject to the elders. Clothe yourselves, all of you, with humility toward one another, for “God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.” …

Our Emotion Ocean


It turns out that if you give God some time out of your day, He’ll talk to ya. Who knew? I see blessed older women with beautiful well-smiled faces raising their hands out in the imaginary crowd…

I stand, ok, mainly sit, in awe of our God and how He is not only willing, but enthusiastic about talking to US! He gives insight, epiphanies, wisdom, decision-making abilities, all of these for no cost at all. But wait! There’s more! How does He get a word in edgewise if our minds are constantly consumed? And what is it that consumes our minds? I don’t know what it is for you (I can guess, but it’s no fun without you telling me I’m right or wrong.)

For me, it was the TV. So, I turned it off. Seems so simple right? Try it. I’m sure it’s difficult for others (please comment on this post to let me know I’m not alone.) Besides turning it on for awhile for my daughter to watch, it remained off. A deep, dark, black abyss that seemed to speak to me. (ok, I understand that I may be alone in this.) “The remote’s right there. That premiere show you wanted to see is on in 10 minutes. Don’t you wanna see what Paula Deen needs prayer for these days? How will you know who’s going to be the next Food Network star? What ELSE are you going to do tonight?”

Well, I’ll tell ya, big black square: I’m gonna spend some time reading what God wants me to and asking Him some questions instead of just sitting around wondering. I’m gonna delve into that book about the Holy Spirit and getting to know Him as a person and a friend. I’m gonna read and sit and pray and laugh, yes laugh, with God Almighty. (That was oh-so-much more fantastic than getting angry so many times in an hour-long segment at imaginary characters.) TV plays with our emotions. If it didn’t, we wouldn’t be so reluctant to press that OFF button on the remote. We get used to that up…down…up…down…motion of our emotion ocean….sorry, got carried away with the word play. But honestly, don’t we get sucked in? I don’t think we even realize how much we do. Like I said, try it. Tell yourself that you’re not going to watch TV for 3 days and see what happens. Are you distraught? Did you come up with excuses of why that won’t work? Did you lose some sleep? Did you think about the shows (in order) that you’d miss? Did you plan to DVR them so that you could watch them after this “silliness” was over?

Simply put, God misses you. Whether you’re a believer or a beloved who’s strayed, He misses you. Give Him a chance to tell you that instead of checkin’ out who’s cheatin’ who, IF anyone’s bein’ true, who’s havin’ a baby with who and what it’s original, mind-blowing name is, and who’s wearin’ what to which party.

God, we love You today and always. Thanks for bearin’ with us as we sometimes struggle to show it. Clear the way and our minds so that we can focus on You and Your intentions.

Cuttin’ the Carbs


“…He might make you understand that man does not live by bread alone, but man lives by everything that proceeds out of the mouth of the Lord.” This Scripture has always been kind of a “duh statement” for me, I guess, until this week. I took it very literally for the longest time: of course we can’t live on bread alone, geez. Can you imagine how obese we would be as a nation if all we ate was carbs? Oh wait…we are obese.

We are fattened up by things that don’t do us a lick of good, whether it be too much food, (bread and otherwise) too much booze, too many drugs, or even 24/7 TV. Anything not in moderation in this lifetime spells T-R-O-U-B-L-E for us, believers and unbelievers alike. We go overboard with everything: cars complete with payments, houses too big for us to clean ourselves, 3 times the amount of food we need at each meal, clothes so that we can look like those we may not even respect, accessories (to match the car), debt…we rack it up quicker than a game of pool.

God’s been showing me lately that all of that is bread. Thick, weighty, fat-laden, socio-economic bread. We cannot live on that alone. If we take the time to look around us, we’ll see how hard people are trying to do just that. (Hollywood, anyone?)

“Man lives.” Everyone’s trying to get a life in some fashion or another. An abundant life where we’re happy, content, and don’t have to work so hard at whatever it is we’re doing. My challenge to you and to myself today is to change our focus. Let’s make a conscious effort of placing it on what God says, because it pertains to us and our lives at this very second. I believe we wouldn’t be able to count the awesome changes in our lives, those around us, and our mindsets. We would see and experience contentment, not just in what we have, but also in what He’s doing and what He’s gonna do!