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My Journey With My Love Map

Twenty years ago I couldn't have told you the words to any hymn. As I stood next to my husband in church for the first time, the song I remember hearing was, "Amazing Grace". It's the first hymn I learned. Our son was just a baby in my arms when I felt the sweetest feeling come over me. At the time I couldn't have explained what was happening, but now I know that it was the Holy Spirit. The tears came as I handed my son to my husband and my feet left that pew close to the back row quicker than I could say, no. I walked forward and in that moment I asked, Jesus to be my Savior. My life forever changed on that day. A day just a few weeks away from Thanksgiving.
I found my way back to the pew and my husband stood with tears streaming down his face as he held our son. From the moment my husband and I met, he had been praying. He was praying that I would one day accept Christ as my Savior. He sweetly shared the love of Jesus with me. A girl who knew nothing about f…

His Love Brings Hope Secure

You know what gives me hope? No matter what circumstances enter my life. No matter how much I change. No matter who enters or leaves my life. Jesus remains the same. He is steadfast and sure. He is present always. How sweet to have hope in Jesus! I can't imagine my life without Him.
We set Him on a shelf and pull Him out when He is needed. He isn't our genie. Our relationship with Him is not a give and take. You give me this and I will give you that game. But isn't that what we do? We tell Him our wants and needs and we expect Him to send each one special delivery. We want to stamp the date on the box and we never want to see a return to sender. We tell Him promises only to break them weeks later. Sometimes  only days later. The wondrous thing about Jesus is the fact that His promises are true and lasting.
We are forever changing people. I'm not the same girl I was twenty years ago. Sure, there are aspects of my personality that are the same, but once I accepted Chr…

Love Wrapped With Light

Remember playing with a Lite Brite? You could pick out your design and add the little lights by punching them through the paper. I loved this as a child. I would fill this little gadget full and turn off the light in my room and watch it light up! Think back to how magical this was as a child. Think of the joy. We are to let our Light shine bright. Christmas Day, the day we celebrate the birth of our Savior, is the perfect day to allow our Light glow bright.  
I wake this morning as my husband is driving home from Chicago. My son is just down the hall and Daisy is wrapped up tight laying next to me. My thoughts turn to my Savior and I say, "Happy Birthday, Jesus".
I wonder. Just how do they celebrate His birth in heaven? Are the angels singing? Is all of heaven a glow? Is there dancing? Just what do you get Jesus for Christmas? What is it that He would want more than anything? That's gotta be one whopping birthday cake!
Down here on earth, things look a bit different…

Merry Christmas From My Nest To Yours

Friends, I want to wish each of you a Merry Christmas. For those of you who take time to stop in at my nest, I just want you to know you bless me. When you share with me, from your heart to mine, I am overwhelmed with gratitude. This is my little spot to share the Jesus I know. It's my little home to share how my life is richer just by knowing my Savior and having a relationship with Him. I get to share my happiness and sadness with you all. It's the place where I can be totally honest and unveil my heart that so longs to follow Christ and His example. I fall short. I am a sinner. But by His grace I have been saved. Hallelujah!
Christmas is not always what we expect. We dream of happiness and peace. We dream of snow and a home filled with laughter. We have pictured in our minds a work of perfection. Circumstance has a way of changing our attitude at Christmas. If all is well, we have a great Christmas. If something is missing we call it a bad year.
Friends, Christmas isn&#…

He Gave All

Isaiah 53:3-12
"He was despised and rejected by men, a man of suffering who knew what sickness was. He was like someone people turned away from; He was despised, and we didn't value Him. Yet He Himself bore our sicknesses, and He carried our pains; but we in turn regarded Him stricken, struck down by God, and afflicted. But He was pierced because of our transgressions, crushed because of our iniquities; punishment for our peace was on Him, and we are healed by His wounds. We all went astray like sheep; we all have turned to our own way; and the Lord has punished Him for the iniquity of us all. He was oppressed and afflicted, yet He did not open His mouth. Like a lamb led to the slaughter and like a sheep silent before the shearers, He did not open His mouth. He was taken away because of oppression and judgement; and who considered His fate? For He was struck because of our rebellion.
They made His grave with the wicked and with a rich man at His death, although He had done no violence and had not spoke…

A Prayer For the Reed Family And Friends Update

This is a post I wrote on January 4, 2011. I am posting once again here on September 27, 2012. I am now giving you all an update.

Beth fought a long battle with cancer. Friends, she has gained victory. She went home to be with her Savior Saturday December 15. Her journey has not ended, but in many ways has just begun. Her legacy will live on in the lives of all that loved her. She touched many through her contagious giving heart. She was a woman of God. She walked in faith and she is now seeing her Savior face to face. Praise Jesus!

Beth's memorial will be held on Wednesday, December 18th at 10:00am at Bethel Baptist Church. Visitation will be held on Tuesday from 2:00-8:00pm on December 17th at Russel Funeral home in St. Clair, Missouri.

Friends, I am asking that you pray for Beth's dear family during this time. This morning she is in heaven with Jesus Christ, her Savior. There are times He heals us here on earth and others that He brings complete healing in heaven. Beth ha…

Create Memories of Laughter With Your Babies

When I married my husband at the sweet age of twenty-three I had no idea how to cook. That isn't the picture a husband has in his mind. After all, don't they say, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach? This young bride was going to have to figure out another way into his heart. It sure wasn't going to be through the kitchen.
Well, I knew how to make five dishes. I could do beans and corn bread, hamburgers and fries, vegetable soup, chili, and pizza, which I might add that was out of a box. Oh sure, if it was out of a box I could follow those directions pretty easily. Not that those things were the most delicious meals put together, but I gave it my greatest effort. The kitchen was not so friendly to me.
When I was a little girl I was never allowed in the kitchen. I always asked my mom if I could help and her answer to me was, "I can do it much faster and do it without a mess". That wasn't the answer I was looking for, especially when my frien…

Reconstruction Of The Heart

Here in Missouri we have a lot of reconstruction taking place on our highways. For those who travel these familiar roads, it can be a difficult adjustment. Many try to divert these pathways and steer clear. Some don't pay attention to the construction signs that say, slow down or detour.  It takes time and it causes change in all those who travel this route. I suppose the outcome is all a matter of choice.  The outcome is better roads, safer roads and an easier route without so much congestion.
God's reconstruction isn't always how we would map out the blueprints. We tend to sit back and ponder the details not fully seeing the entire pathway. If we are honest, most of the time, we are searching for an easier route for us to ride. We don't enjoy bumpy roads and this girl sure doesn't like curves I'm not ready for. I am one to get car sick. But what if we looked at reconstruction as a whole?
I have become a girl of change. I love change. I'm ready for chan…

"A Man Of Honor" written by Loree Lough

I have been honored to receive and review many of Loree's books. The "First Responders Series" has been a favorite and I promise, "A Man Of Honor", will not disappoint. It will leave you blessed and wanting more of these blessed characters. Loree is one of the very few gifted writers that brings reality to her penned words. I've read many novels that bless, but Loree adds something more. Every novel doesn't end with the happy ending we long to see happen. She shows the lasting impact that Christ can bring through every situation according to His purpose and plan. I find real beauty in this.
Honor is grown through circumstance and trial. We learn to put down self and allow Christ to live through us. We die to self and put others first. This is what Dusty Parker has done with his life. He has chosen to give. He has given his life to Christ and laid down his rocky past, trusting Christ to turn his present into a lasting future that holds promise. I admi…

The Lord Will Move In Your Fear

Do you live with fear? Last night a friend and I were sharing our fears. Only those close to me know that I battle anxiety. It started over ten years ago. When my panic attacks first arrived to greet me I seriously thought I was dying. I had no idea what was happening to me. I was fearful to go to sleep at night. I was pretty much fearful of everything. When they first started, I stayed awake for days at a time, in fear that I would die in my sleep. They came at the same time my migraines really hit hard. So,  I was totally thrown for a loop. I felt as though a noose was around my neck and the horse was gonna bolt at any time. Living in fear is not living. 
Over the years they have gotten much better. I've been under the care of some amazing doctors who have helped me get it under control. But my attacks still come. Most of the time out of no where. I have learned all the signs that one is coming. Many times a migraine will follow. We aren't sure if the migraines caused the p…

Where's Your Nineveh?

We can read the account of Jonah and know that God was sending him to Nineveh to shout at the roof tops. He was to tell them Judgement was coming. He was to give them a warning. Only Jonah didn't want to go. He turned and went in the opposite direction. In his disobedience to God he found himself in the belly of a big fish for three days. Jonah found himself crying out to God. "Then Jonah prayed to the Lord for God from inside the fish. He said,'I cried out to the Lord in my great trouble,and He answered me.'" Jonah 2:1 Jonah's prayer continues through verse 10. Jonah now finds himself being spit out from the whale. We see God calling out to Jonah one more time. This time Jonah is a little more quick to answer the call. He obeys and goes to Nineveh. Funny, how we listen that second time. Can you imagine our lives if we listened the first time every time?
Too many times God is calling me one way and I run the other. Where is your Nineveh today? Where is God ca…

Have You Heard I'm Proud Of You?

I had recently showed my husband an article I wrote that was in Christian Women's Voice magazine. He quietly sat at the table and read my penned words and soon he had tears. He reached for my hand and said, "I'm so proud of you". Hearing those words from him just about made my feet come off the floor. My heart was beating just a little quicker as those words soaked in.

I heard these uplifting words from those close to me. So, when I sat this magazine down before my mom, I was anticipating hearing that she was proud of me. This is not what happened. My heart sank as she said, "Oh, is this all?" I could feel the tears welling up and ready to flow, but  holding them back, I smiled and said, "Yes".

Later on, she told me that it was nice, but it was almost too late for my heart. Have you ever anticipated hearing, "I'm proud of you", and you hear the opposite? It can be devastating to the heart. We all want to be accepted and we just w…