The Power of Music

Music. It tells a story, makes us smile, makes us cry, warms our hearts, consoles our hurts, tells our stories. That’s the power of music.

This morning one of my daughters sent a text, a picture of her home’s front flowerbed: hyacinths and dozens of tulips just beginning to bloom. How sweet of the Lord to give her that gift — this is the first Springtime in her new home and so the various plantings done by the previous owner are just coming into view.  This is just an example of so many things the Lord has done for her.

As I was gratefully thanking the Lord for His marvelous works and  gifts in her life, her next text was a link to a powerful  song.

She’s a deep thinker, a planner, a motivator, a passionate worker and overachiever. She takes things very seriously and so when she suggests a method of doing things, or a book to read or a song to hear, I listen.

I pressed ‘play.’  I cried and listened again. The incredible power of music–that is, the power of music with a powerful message. If you’re fearing something today, if you’re fearing what others think of you, if you’re facing a huge tax debt, if you’re suffering financial burdens, job losses, health problems , if you’re lonely, alone — if you’ve lost your way, if you’ve messed up relationships in your life, if you’re covered up in an avalanche of sin, stupid mistakes, if you’ve got heavy regrets:  fear could (probably will) lead you to do, think, say, and/or feel things that aren’t going to end well for you. Fear is a liar. Fear isn’t of the Lord. Fear is of the enemy of your soul.

Fear will work to convince you your life’s not worth living. That’s a lie. Fear is a liar.  Don’t give in. Don’t give up. Watch. Watch and see… the things that are crushing you today will be turned into a powerful testimony of God’s great grace. Watch and see. Trust Him today: He is true.

I hope this powerful song will minister to you today –wherever you are– and I pray, as I press ‘publish’ today, that you’ll turn to the Lord and rest in His love for you, give Him your problems, He’s the only one who can solve them, He’s loved you with an everlasting love and He has perfect plans for you and every single thing that concerns you.  I pray you’ll lay your sorrows and problems at His feet.  I don’t say any of this lightly. It’s true: Taste and see the Lord is good. He hears and He heals.

{Zack Williams – Fear is a Liar – music video}

Call someone. Talk to someone. Tell someone your story. Talk over your problems. Don’t walk your journey alone. Don’t carry your burdens alone.

His Grace is Enough

Are you having a difficult time seeing and believing that the grace of the Lord is sufficient for you — for whatever concerns you — for the circumstances in which you find yourself today?

Do you long to know — to see and believe — that His grace is enough?

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My grace is sufficient for thee:
for my strength is
made perfect in weakness.
Most gladly therefore will I rather
glory in my infirmities,
that the power of Christ
may rest upon me.

2 Corinthians 12.9[/cp_quote]

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[cp_dropcaps]I[/cp_dropcaps]n seeking to rest in knowing that His grace is enough, I pray, Lord…. please show me that Your grace is sufficient for me.  Please show me Your strength in my weakness.  So I determine to not run from this place of weakness — or to reject this season of struggle, change, and uncertainty — this season of weakness.   I don’t want to waste a day of His grace, I don’t want to waste a moment of weakness.  For it’s here that I find Him — it’s here that I clearly find His comfort and grace for each moment.   I don’t want to wish this all away—for I surely want the power of Christ to rest upon me.

I recall to mind the many times He’s shown me His great grace (or, actually, the many times I’ve noticed).  I wonder what He had for me that I missed — I wonder what grace I’ve dismissed or exchanged for despair, worry, regret.  I wonder what peace I’ve passed up.  I wonder how He would have/could have used me had I been yielded to Him.  What a thought, eh?  But you know what I’m discovering in this great season of redemption–this season of the Lord redeeming the time for me?  There’s grace for all those things, too.  This is the love of God.  That while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.  Yes, and throughout my life, wherever I’ve been… while I was yet a sinnin’, yet a falterin’, yet distracted… Christ ever lives to make intercession for me. I miss this great grace, this great love when I’m too cool, carrying on in my own strength, independent, “in need of nothing.”

Yes… His grace has been sufficient.  It’s enough.  It’s full.  How full is full?  Enough.  Enough is full.

*my friend just gave me this beautiful card… I wanted to share it with you.

Nancy’s “Beau-az”

Nancy’s Beau-az, the wedding of Nancy and Robert Wolgemuth, witnessing the commitment they made to one another and the intended picture they represented. It was awe inspiring to experience the magnificent picture and the great-great blessing of the anticipation and hope we have for the ultimate wedding: the soon coming marriage supper of the Lamb.

diamond_wedding_ringsFor many years, Nancy Leigh DeMoss has been such a great encouragement and inspiration to me through her books, radio programs and other messages.  She’s one of the women the Lord’s used to inspire me to use the gifts God has given me to teach and walk alongside women after the manner of Titus 2.3-5

Her books and teachings have resonated with me — echoing or inspiring messages the Lord’s given me through all these years and so I delight in this next chapter – this next season in her life – now, their life, as she has become bride and wife to Robert Wolgemuth — Nancy’s Beau-az!

I can’t tell you the tremendous joy it was to eagerly anticipate and then to vicariously attend their wedding this past Saturday. I was giddy as a schoolgirl!  O, I know I only saw the wedding via livestream in my dining room, but I was totally there in my bathrobe, a participant in witnessing their vows — witnessing the commitment they made to one another and the intended picture they represented.  It was awe inspiring to experience the magnificent picture and the great-great blessing of the anticipation and hope we have for the ultimate wedding: the soon coming marriage supper of the Lamb.   It is our blessed hope as we look to That Day.  If you know the Lord Jesus Christ as your Saviour, then That Day is for you, too.  If you do not know Him – know Him as Lord, as your Saviour, as your Redeemer, please write to me, I want to tell you how you can have assurance of Salvation through Faith in Jesus Christ.  He is the Way, the Truth and the Life.  No man — no person — comes to the Father but by Him — Jesus.  There is no other way.  This is the truth.  I want you to know the Truth—it will set you free, it will save you.

I hope you take the time to listen to these messages, that you take the time to “witness their wedding” (yes, it is very long–but so worthwhile!) and I pray the Lord will bless and encourage you in your own walk with Him.  And if you are married, I pray their messages will inspire you to give/recommit your marriage to the Lord, for Him to work, rework, rekindle, and bless you with a marriage that pictures Christ and the Church.  What a beautiful picture – what a marvelous mystery – we read in Ephesians 5!  This is why marriage is so precious and should be/must be guarded and guided by the Lord.  This is why marriage — as created, instituted and defined by God — is so sacred and must be honoured as such.

Validation, Can You Relate?

blueheartmughalfThe more time passes, the more I realize how much I need “relating” affirmation or validation.  It’s not that I need affirmation in order to do something so much as affirmation that what I’ve done (or am doing) matters. I find myself asking (either literally or mentally), can you relate? or know-what-I-mean?  Validation, kwim?  For the last month or so, I’ve been mulling over the thought of “validation” the need/desire for validation.  It’s sort of an assurance of being on the right track, or having done something well, or, in some cases, assurance that you’re not alone in whatever failure you’re experiencing or have experienced.  Trouble is, most of us rarely get to that needed validation because we don’t pass through the gates of vulnerability very often — that, or our focus is misplaced, or we’re not really doing what we’re called to be doing.

Can you relate?

I’ve made some decisions in the last few months that I haven’t had to (or wanted to?) make in a long time.  The convergence of several things in my life have forced me to really examine what I’m doing (or not doing) and why.  This has led me to make decisions to get back to doing “first things” (the profitable, intentional, prioritized) things I used to do that for whatever reason I’ve slacked off or neglected to keep diligently doing.  Thus,  I’ve looked square in the face of reality that I wasn’t doing many things I wanted to do — and know I should’ve been doing — but had, somewhere along the way, forgotten.  They were small and gradual steps and slides here and there.  Apathy, lack of purpose, lack of “validation” — or maybe a combination of these — along with major life changing events — had to be addressed and dealt with.  Then… a new plan of action had to be formed.  When the Lord’s in something, His promptings ought not be ignored.  This I know.  I also know that when He’s in something, He’s dumping a whole bunch of grace in the mix in order that we’ll walk on in faith — the seeing yet not seeing; believing yet not knowing.

Instantly, I jumped into the new battle.  And didn’t realize it to be a battle until after I’d jumped in.  The devil doesn’t seem to attack slack.  He doesn’t seem to attack sloth.  Or any other thing that falls into those categories.  But he mocks them here and there with those barbs: I can’t believe you did/do that, etc., etc. and he head-on attacks faith, obedience, trust and a whole host of other “I-will’s” that we dedicate to the Lord.

Can you relate?

But I jumped in and stayed in — and am staying in — the battle.  And, by faith and by grace, I’m staying in (winning and losing, winning and losing) because I know that I know that I know it’s what I must/what I oughtta/what I wanna do.   It’s what I’m called to do.  I’m not talking about works-based-faith or appearance-based-faith, I’m talking about believing God and doing what I’m called to do as a Christian wife, mother, homemaker,  homeschooling mama, and a whole lot of other things.  It dawned on me that I’ve been wishing for validation or affirmation for what I’m doing — when really, the truth is, the validation or affirmation of my life is that  I attend to what the Lord has given me to do and called me to be.   And in a mysterious way, validation or affirmation comes — but, strangely, not — or not often — in ways I previously thought they should.  Validation shows up when I least expect it.  Affirmation comes from sources I’d never have guessed.

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All the while, I’m continually refining and “redefining” what’s important, and how to order each day to accommodate these activities and things I thought I didn’t have time for.  But I did have time for them—but it took reclaiming squandered time to set the order and redeem that time.  Redemption.  The ultimate validation.

Can you relate?

[/cp_quote] So I press on.  Some recent life changes have presented me with opportunities or open doors to do things I’ve forgotten to do and things I’ve never done before. They started, though, with a few decisions I made in the middle of these major life changes several months ago and have continued to play out as I yield myself to plans, schedules and order.
As an example, I decided that I would  get involved with activities that were available to me at our local church.  Some have been quite a stretch–meeting new friends, addressing old problems, finding grace in new solutions; some have taken me “back-to-basics” as a homeschooling mama, some have taken me back to vulnerable accountability in a Bible study.

 

 

 

Yesterday & Tomorrow

Amelia june2015 Daniel june2015For the last fourteen years, I’ve had a day where I’ve stood between two days, looking back and looking ahead.  Today is that day.  Fourteen years ago when I looked back at that “yesterday” and ahead to that “tomorrow,” I didn’t know that I would come to call it my Bookends Day. I didn’t know at the time that a final chapter had been written… that the baby born on June 29th would be my last living baby. And when I looked ahead to “tomorrow” that day, I was amazed that my first baby would be twenty two.  Twenty two and expecting his first baby to be born just weeks later.

Very early this morning, the trucks were rolling down the lane and the chainsaws began to hum.  I knew this day was coming and I’d so dreaded it.  I cried at the thought of wrecking the very tree that drew me to this home. I stood in the yard today, watching several guys work for many hours cutting the trees.  Huge limbs from the giant weeping willow tree thudded to the ground in our side yard. In the end, they removed twenty feet from the tree’s height.  “Such a magnificent tree” one of the tree guys had commented.  Yes, I said, It’s the prettiest tree in the valley.

And now it’s not.  It’s a silly looking tree now.  But, you know, I sure am thankful tonight to still be able to see it—God in His mercy reminded me of His great provision several times today as I thought of my friends in Wenatchee who’ve been evacuated from their home due to severe wild fires.  For the first time ever, that willow tree was just a tree.  I needed it to be just a tree today.  On the Bookends Day.  I needed it to mark the end of a season.  I needed it to come to being just a tree. And I needed to be reminded that I have been so extremely fortunate, all these years, to sleep under the canopy of the prettiest tree in the valley.  If I never slept under it another day, I’d be no less fortunate.

In the middle of the day, our mail lady delivered letters and packages.  My husband handed me one of them and said it was a gift for me… perfume… the perfect gift for today… I’m so glad it had somehow been delayed in arriving.  Among the other packages in the mail today was another gift for me, only I didn’t know it at the time.  When our daughter came home, she brought me one of the packages and, in the marvelous timing of the Lord, the package contained a book — a book of photographs taken here a few weeks ago when all the family (and spouses and children) had gathered for an evening photography session. Page after page of pictures of the house and yard that built our family. It was so timely to receive that gift on this day, Bookends Day, the day between yesterday and tomorrow.

I marveled today that the cutting of the willow tree and several others, was yet another tangible display of the end of a season.  The trees will never be the same again.  This home will never be the same again, I thought.  I was thankful for the Lord to show me that and to make it so that I couldn’t wonder if the season had really come to a close or not.

It’s odd and it’s right that our oldest girls are moving to their own home and that this is their last night “at home.”  It’s odd and it’s right that this would happen on Bookends Day.  There are no coincidences, only Co-incidents.  Tears and laughter, joy and sorrow, each season is filled with these… and it’s odd and it’s right.

Just One Added Thing Journal

schoolmenublank2 So the idea I wrote about yesterday… I implemented it and added one more thing to the ideaJournal it!  Make an account of that schoolmenublank3 next thing — every day — that one thing I added.  Accountability is a powerful tool.

So is follow-through and accomplishment!

So I have this notebook and will just keep writing the day/date and the item and I’ll keep a running number — honestly, I truly hope to see 266 things added.  Using this method *and* my This Beautiful Life planner journal, I will have a very tangible accountability tool/marker for this year.  I marvel at the ways of the Lord in my life and see that had I not had so many failures, I’d not have so many fixes or solutions for correcting failures.  Not that I advocate failure or carelessness, I just see how God uses our shortcomings, our failings, our missed marks, our losses.  He uses them for His glory and our good.  Strange, this.  Really, it’s strange, isn’t it?  That God, Creator of the Universe, loves me (and you!!) so much that He watches over me (and you!!) day by day, gently leading us along.  But sometimes I don’t even know that in the moment I am being led along.  But i am.  He sees. He knows. He cares.  Incredible, yes?

So when I come to the place of having to have all these crutches—the planner journal, the Bible journaling, the just one thing added journal, I have to realize that His ways are higher than mine and His Word — every day — lights my path.  Whether I recognize it or not.  When He frequently gave instruction to make an account of what He’d done, heap up a pile of stones for a memorial, write a book of remembrance, He had a purpose:  it for was for His glory and for the good of each one who saw, heard or read the accounts.  This speaks to my heart today as I have written so many accounts of His doings and dealings in our family and in my life.  It’s for me to remember.  Maybe it’s for others, to see as well, I don’t know.  I do know this:  all His ways are good.

schoolpencil1 As I write in the journal(s) I see (often later) so much more than had I not recorded things—-I remember so many more details later, details I’d never have remembered had I not written just a note about something at the time.   I so often think that I could not possibly forget different things, events, provisions for their magnitude or miraculous nature.  But I forget — even though I know I don’t want to forget.

Journals help me to not forget to remember.

Just one added thing each day

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[cp_dropcaps]T[/cp_dropcaps]his morning as I sat at my dining room table, I thought, what if I did one new thing each day for the rest of this year, how many things would I be able to do?  How many additional things would be accomplished?  Two Hundred Sixty Six.  Imagine: 266 additional things.  Instantly, I’m reminded of the significance of the number 266 — an average pregnancy is 266 days.   Not anymore for this Sarah, but that’s a number I’ll never forget.

I considered:  Purposefully learning and purposefully accomplishing one additional thing every day.  Adding one more step, situp, pushup, crunch, squat—-one more whatever—-to my exercise routine.  That’s a whole bunch.  And that’s somewhere to begin!  That, and it would create a dramatic change in strength and stamina.

Just adding clarity or purpose to my daily routines helps me be clearer on the concept.  Otherwise, many of my efforts will not produce desired results.  If I just do things hastily or haphazardly or without being clear on the concept, I won’t have much to show for all these days I’ve been given and if I don’t strive to better use the time I’ve been given I’ll continue to look back and see a whole bunch of busyness and not a whole lot of accomplishment.  By way of illustration, the image I’ve chosen for today’s post is a picture of dirty cups loaded into the dishwasher. The child who did this chore, did what I asked.  And I was pleased with the effort—but it became a teachable moment as I described the purpose of the soap and sprayer beneath the rack and how it accomplished the cleaning of the inside as well as the outside of the cups.  [cp_quote style=”quote_left_dark”]It’s a clear picture of how ineffective some of our best efforts are when we’re not clear on the concept.[/cp_quote]

So I continued this morning, and throughout this afternoon, to consider the huge benefit I would realize in cleaning/doing/accomplishing one extra thing every day for 266 days (and beyond).  I’m already cleaning every day anyway — one more thing might take one more or five more or thirty-five more minutes.  What a blessing to my family–and to me: a clean and cozy home – on purpose just for them, just for me, not for or because of anyone else.   What if I made one new recipe each week like I used to do?  What if I did one extra load of laundry each day?  You get the idea.

Then my mind swirled with a great idea pertinent to where I am right now: What if I eliminated one thing every day?  Or a bag of things? Or a box of things?  Every day.  What if I organized a drawer one day, a cabinet another day, and a closet another day?  I already do this to some extent — so adding one thing to my daily regimen seems doable. 🙂 I just haven’t done this with purpose every day.  Then I imagined that I could pick an area to work on every day and if I sorted, in that one small area, items into boxes marked: keep/giveaway/throwaway.   Well, I’d surely be very, very organized by the end of the year or sooner!

What if I read an extra chapter, wrote an extra journal entry, wrote a letter, a blog post, a list of dreams, plans, ideas? I’m already reading and writing things every day… so the ideas is something added to my normal course of daily routines — just one added thing every day.

Join me in doing one added thing today.  Just one thing added.  Think about it, if we do one additional thing every day until the end of the year—we’ll have done 266 extra things.

Think of it… just ONE added thing.  Ready, steady, you Go, girl!

 

Creating Inspired Moments

thestarbucksapronI have a few Starbucks aprons I’ve picked up, second hand, along the way.  One of them has a printed tape inside the top of the apron.  I’m assuming it was positioned there so that it would be seen (and intentionally read) each time the barista positioned the neck strap and donned the apron.

As with many other aprons I have, I’ve worn this one many times.  Until recently, I never even noticed the black tape sewn inside the top band of that apron.  Thus, I’d never read the message intended for the baristas:

We create inspired moments
in each customer’s day.
ANTICIPATE   CONNECT   PERSONALIZE   OWN

I’ve written about aprons a few times — even have some for sale — that’s how important or meaningful aprons are to me.  And I think they ought to have a more prominent role in kitchens.  But that’s another blog-post for another day.

Creating inspired moments… 

 Do I do this?  I mean, do I intentionally work to create inspired moments?  Immediately I dismiss the notion —  I mean, how can *I* create an *inspired* moment?  Inspired moments are, after all, simply that: inspired.  But then I think on this some more.  And some more. I think on Proverbs 16.9: “A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps.”  I make plans and the Lord makes/creates/directs inspired moments.

Inspired — from Webster’s 1828: Breathed in; infused; Informed or directed by the Holy Spirit.

So then,  inspired moments are those moments that are composed, directed, or Divinely influenced.  Immediately my thoughts are taken to Genesis 24.27 (Abraham’s servant): “…I being in the way, the Lord led me...”

And then I’m humbled:  Lord, I want to be in the way… I want to be in the way where You’ll lead me.  I want the moments I live to be: inspired moments — the actions I take to be: inspired actions — the decisions I make to be: inspired decisions.

And then I’m inspired:  Lord, will You do this for me, in me, with me?  Can mornings be filled with inspired moments? Can our dinner meals together be not just meals but inspired moments?  Can I learn to watch for opportunities for inspired moments? Can I learn to speak to my children in such a way that it will not be me, necessarily, but an inspired word?  Can I intentionally, daily, work to create an atmosphere of inspired moments in our home?  Instead of mundane dailies, can I work to see my tasks as inspired moments? Can I love my husband in ways that will capture his heart and affirm my desire for him in inspired moments?  Can I live as a woman whose daily walk is one of cultivating opportunities for inspired moments?

O, that I not forget tomorrow what the Lord has taught me today.  When I put on an apron – this, or any other – may I remember the awesome opportunity I have to walk in the way of inspired moments.  May I seek to anticipate, connect, personalize and own the opportunities set before me.  Ultimately, may the Lord be the inspiration of all my moments.

THM or A Plan On The Shelf

THMbookshelfOctober 17, 2013 I received my book… and I wrote about the THM journey here with additional entries following.  I wasn’t so much seeking to be a trim healthy mama as much as I was determined to be a healthy mama who happened to figure out how to be and remain disciplined and trim.

I had such determination and such confidence.  And success, too.
Life happened. And failure.

This morning I’m cleaning up from a few different events in the last several days and all I see around me are large bowls, serving platters, large carafes, stacks of other dishes, paper products… all the aftermath of food. Lots of food.  My scale showed me that, too.

In the early days, I was trying to figure out how THM was going to fit in with my life. This bookshelf in my kitchen sort of represents my life. But, I’m telling you, it took no time to figure out that that was the wrong question – the wrong premise on which to embark on the THM journey. I couldn’t even reword that premise to be: how can my lifestyle fit into THM?  Though, I did learn to adjust right away, feeble as it was, it wasn’t at all bcz the THM plan  fit into anything and not even bcz I fit into the THM plan.  It was simple determination to deny self and walk on in faith that I could be free from the grip of undisciplined consumption and THM plan was the path to that freedom.

Somewhere along the way, small compromises deterred me from wholeheartedly walking on that freedom path.  Small and then absent minded great compromises dull the sharp resolve of discipline. Somewhere along the way I lost sight of the plan, of my resolve to be self-controlled and resolute regarding food (read: sugar).  And nothing cements repeated failure more than repeated lack of determination.  I typed and then removed a sentence here — it went something like “…lack of a plan.”  But I had a plan.  I had a very good plan.  And when I stuck to the plan, it worked very, very well.  It’s a good plan.  But a plan on the shelf is not the same as a plan in the mind, a plan in the hand, and a plan in the will and a plan in action.  A plan is worthless when not accompanied by resolute determination to carry it out.

Excuses?  Loads.  Loads of ’em.  Reasons?  Many.  Many valid reasons if reason excuses failure.  And then there’s the worst of all: Compromise.  I look at where I am today compared with where I was seven months ago and I reason that where I am is surely not where I was seventeen months ago.  I reason, I’ve only gained 5 or 6 pounds in the last seven months… that’s not too bad, really.  I mean, considering, I already lost 35 pounds, so only gaining 5 or 6 pounds is not that bad.   Not that bad is one the greatest enemies I have. Compromise is an enemy when it’s not used very carefully and in the right situations.  Rarely is that the case.

Is the 5 or 6 pound gain the problem or the failure?  No.  Taking my eyes off the plan (could be any plan by the way — not stuck to the THM-only-no-other-will-do notion) is what’s disconcerting to me.  Failing to be, and remain, determined is what I mean.

I want to be, to become, and to remain: Determined.  I don’t want my plans to be on the shelf…

The irony of this thought was not lost on me this morning as I was reading my Bible — reflecting on the content and cross references.  I thought, why do I ever get away from doing this?  Why is this hunger for the Word so diminished  sometimes? So prone to wander… Why are these precious insights so dimmed on one day and not another.  Determination.

So many areas of our lives are so inextricably linked.  Isn’t the Lord so merciful to let us see these connections, fall and get up, by His grace, taking His hand?  Isn’t it gracious of Him to bring to remembrance different parables to keep our eyes on Truth?

 

The Current Truth

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I began working on my new This Beautiful Life journal/planner/notebook, and once again I’m stymied by my answers.  I see the designated spaces for specific answers and am reticent to write mine down.

My tendency is to be very tentative about what goals I write (thinking if I write it, I’ll be committed to doing it).  One day I might only write a few goals — another day I might write down things that would take two lifetimes to accomplish.   My abstract sequential / concrete random thinking style seems to prevent me from ever making a definitive list.  Have you ever analyzed your thinking style? There are different tests you can take to determine your thinking style — and I’m sincerely not so sure it’s crucial to do it, know what it is, or whatever, but this might help you understand yourself (and particularly your children — and your husband) better, and help you get why you (or they) do things the way you (or they) do them.  Just an idea for you.

So, back to my “priority journal” [Chloe’s: This Beautiful Life] and that box: The Current Truth.  That box shows up on five pages.  There are five sections corresponding to five priorities.  It’s hard for me to narrow down five priorities.  Would that be hard for you?  So, I’m thinking about my priorities: what are they? Why are they important (or, important enough to be in the top five)?  As I think on these things, I have to realize that my priorities and the things I prioritizeby how I spend my time— are not the same thing.  That’s where that  The Current Truth reality box is staring me in the face like a mirror.  And I have to say: wow, my current reality is not where I want to be.  And, if my current truth or current reality is not what I want it to be, what I’m doing each day is actually pulling me away from, or destroying, what I want or where I want to be.  Every wise woman buildeth her house: but the foolish plucketh it down with her hands. –proverbs 14.1  What I’m doing or how I’m spending my time or money or whatever is quite revealing as to how serious I am about accomplishing my priorities.

You know, there’s another way to get a pretty clear picture of priorities… might be too hard to hear, but ask your husband what he thinks the current truth is regarding a particular priority you have.  Or, maybe you have a son or daughter who could give you invaluable feedback.  Maybe a trusted friend.  Maybe all you need is a pen and paper.  Write down your priorities — what they look like at their best and what’s the current truth?  Better yet, get Chloe’s book.  Honestly, you’ll be so surprised at how life changing, complex and invaluable this simple little book will turn out to be in your life.

So today I’m sitting here, writing things down, looking out over the yard… and, honestly, the way looks stormy and the road looks long.  I don’t want to write anything else down and I don’t want to do what I must.  I don’t want to commit to anything bcz I so often fail and I’m pretty uncertain about a lot of things – things over which I have little control.  And, I don’t want to have another list of stuff I didn’t get to or didn’t do.  I relate to the apostle Paul and think of what he says in Romans 7: “…For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not. For the good that I would I do not…” — 7.18-19

But if I don’t press on… well, I sure don’t like where that would leave me — that, and I know I don’t want to be that girl.  So… I press on.  That’s my current truth.  And, it’s because of the Truth that I will do this.   I will seek Him and I will trust Him. That, and I truly do want this to be a beautiful life.

quotebeginFor it is God which worketh in you
both to will and to do of His good pleasure.”
philippians 2.13