This week’s challenge hit me right where I am right now. I have more than one picture to represent how I feel about the word “through.”
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The Ultimate Exchange
As human beings, we want to be heard, noticed and affirmed. We want to know that we matter. There are multiple opportunities throughout the day to connect with strangers in a way that says, “I understand.” without using words.
At times I am blind to those right in front me… within arms reach. When I begin to view myself through the distorted lens of my ego, I will quickly think myself “better than.” I must thoroughly and swiftly diffuse this misconception.
When I come to the end of myself is when my eyes are opened and I can readily relate to the pain of another. “God, open my eyes to see what you see.”
By asking God to direct my thinking, the simple, seemingly mundane, happenings throughout the day take on new form. Instead of judgement, I can see myself…
~ In the eyes of the elderly lady in the check out line trying to separate her coupons one by one with shaking hands, as the line behind her grows longer and the faces appear more agitated while the exaggerated sighs confirm disapproval.
~ In the little boy on the corner awkwardly waiting alone for his bus.
~ In the driver with aggravated hands in the air and a marred expression on her face, showing her disdain for the fact that the person in front of her is turning left when she needs to go straight.
~ In the expression of the little girl, just scolded by her mother, with tears running down her cheeks.
~ In the suit walking across the street falsely exuding the confidence that he so desperately wishes he had.
~ In the cashier at the deli with diamond earrings too big to be real, red fingernails and enough makeup to think she’s hiding how desperately she wants someone to see her for who she really is.
~ In the lady pumping $4.39 worth of gas into her car, praying that it’s enough to last at least a couple of days.
Throughout my day, I am capable of relating, encouraging and projecting light onto others. Isn’t that what God called me to do as a follower of Christ? After all, it wasn’t that long ago when I was the one sending silent screams of desperation to anyone who would notice.
I assess my day on the drive home. What could I have done better? Where could I have chosen compassion? How will I live tomorrow differently?
On this particular day, my heart is heavy and my thoughts are many. I pull into the garage, walk into the house, slip my shoes off at the door and head up the stairs.
There it is.
I pick it up and run my finger along the intricate work in the beautiful silver adorning the wood. I can remember when I saved enough money to buy this cross. I had been eyeing it for weeks.
Today, I see myself in it as well.
This cross was bought with a price. I cherish it. It is strategically placed in a part of our room where I see it multiple times a day. A visual reminder of the beautiful gift that Christ gave, in giving His life for mine all those years ago and then saving me again not so very long ago.
It all comes back to the cross.
As I rest the beautiful symbol back in it’s place, I smile, exhale, and bask in the eternal security of the ultimate sacrifice of my Savior. His crucifixion on a cross (made from a tree that His Father created), stained with His blood (that sanctifies my sin), displaying His body (naked and vulnerable), beaten beyond recognition… for me… and for all of those I see throughout the day, coming and going.
We were all bought with a price, much too high for my earthly mind to comprehend. Imagine the possibilities if we were able to fully absorb and then exemplify to others the meaning of the cross.
It changes everything.
I have a confession to make
the following came to me rather quickly.
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| My youngest at 2 years old |
Please forgive my foolish pride that longs for the approval of others.
That which does not satisfy and is quickly fleeting.
May all that I am and all that I know come from You, my Creator.I want to see the masterpiece.
Please show me, in a tangible way, what I am to You.
May I rest in Your arms, like a child with his mother, safe, peaceful and at one.
May I trust that what You say in Your word is true
and Father, when I doubt,
please quickly redirect my thinking.
I am but a weak and feeble version of Your splendor.
Help me remember that I am a child of the King
That which will replace it is something that my mind cannot comprehend,
but I know that it will be my first encounter with perfection.Lord, while on this earth,
In Your name I pray…
Amen
Egomaniac with an Inferiority Complex
Ever feel like you’re walking around inside out? Like people can see, not who, but what you are?
Or that you have a neon word glowing above your head?
I do.
For me, it could be any number of things over the years… alcoholic, people pleaser, bulimic, liar, gossiper, faker, cheater, doubter, wounded, hypocrite, quitter…the list is lengthy and it only gets worse.

What’s your word?
Did you immediately think of something negative?
Why do I turn into a “Nancy negative” (no offense Nancy) when it comes to self-awareness checks?
Is it because I’m humble? Hardly!
It’s because my ego gets the better of me and I begin comparing my insides to your outsides. I become fixated on the past, instead of focused on the future, while living in the present.
Humor me for a minute and let’s go another route.
What if, when I went out into the world, I walked around with a different list of words adorning my head? Words like…Believer, Redeemed, Recovered, Loved, Forgiven, Cherished, Treasured, Saved, Blessed, Beautiful, Capable, Wanted, Free, Worthy, Accepted…as I wrote these words, I read them out loud. It is amazing the tone, the energy, the transformation of thought from one paragraph to another simply by changing a few words.

Ladies, we are the worst about this. Be careful what you are speaking into the hearts and minds of your daughters, friends and more importantly, yourself.
May I encourage you to try a little experiment with me? Come on! It will be so fun!
Take a dry erase marker (or lippy, whatever works), stand in front of the mirror where you get ready every morning, and in the space (on the mirror) above your head, choose one word of affirmation.
Write the word on your mirror so that when you look at your reflection you will see truth.
I call it, “Affirmation in Action.”
My word right now is “Redeemed.”
I begin my day with that word in my heart and on my mind. I don’t give the lies a chance to one up me.
There is power in our words. Even those never spoken, but that we allow to take up residence between our ears.
If you’re walking around all day with a head full of negative self-talk, stop it.
No really…STOP! You are going against your purpose, everything that you were designed to be. You are deeming yourself spiritually useless.
Harsh? Yes.
I speak from a position of repeat offender when it comes to bashing myself. What I am encouraging you to do, I am doing myself. Work in progress, remember. I don’t have all the answers, I am just very persistent.
It begins from within.
What’s inside you can either tear down and infect those around you with the poison of darkness. Or it can shine, igniting the light in others that is within us all. For some of us only a spark remains, while for others a fire rages.
Here is my promise to you…for the next 7 days, I am going to pray for you. I would LOVE it if you would tell me your word in the comment section below. However, even if you don’t, God knows your word and more importantly, He knows your name.
The future is very bright!
Now…
What’s your word?
Drive Thru Witness
I have never been very good at sharing my faith, especially with strangers.
That all changed about a year ago when Andy Stanley preached about being bold.
I feel sure the fact that I’m in my mid-thirties and no longer twenty-something, contributed to my response to his message. I like to refer to my twenties as the “wandering” or “prodigal” years.
Nonetheless, my entire view on witnessing was transformed after listening to Andy speak and then sliding this black rubber bracelet with the words “BE BOLD” on my wrist.
Here is what I know and want you to know as well;
~ You do not have to attend seminary to learn how to share your faith with others.
~ You do not have to be a “perfect christian” to be considered worthy of speaking the name of Christ to others. (What’s a perfect anything anyway?!)
~ You do not have to have the entire Bible memorized or be able to refer to a certain passage of scripture for every situation and circumstance.
~ You do not have to speak eloquently. (Look at Moses.)
~ You can have a past that speaks more about the faithfulness and love of Christ than a man in a robe, from a pulpit, ever could. (Look at Mary Magdalene.)
~ You can experience uncertainty and fear while ultimately choosing faith. (Look at Jonah.)
~ You can answer a question with, I don’t know.
~ You can rise above the circumstances that you feel disqualify you from being useful. (Look at Paul.)
~ You can share hope with anyone, at anytime. It’s free! And yet, once you truly grasp it’s meaning, it’s priceless.
Let me encourage you to look for small opportunities. You would be surprised what key words are said, in passing conversation, that can lead to someone knowing Christ. Everybody needs a Savior. Everybody.
Please don’t assume that someone else will come along who is well spoken, versed in all things “religious” and more comfortable with this sort of thing. Treat everyone you meet as if today is their last.
So tomorrow, when you are in the drive-thru waiting for your morning, afternoon and/or evening coffee, engage in conversation with the barista. Every now and then, pay for the person’s coffee behind you asking the cashier to relay a simple message like, “Happy Monday!” And as you drive off, pray for that person. That God would show himself in a tangible way that would draw them to Him.
He doesn’t need us. If you think He does, you’re mistaken. The reason we are to share with others is for our own faith and growth in Him.
We do not have to talk about church, have bumper stickers on our car that scream we are pro life and republican, or even say anything relating to scripture, to witness to others.
In fact, how much louder do our actions speak than our words?
As Mother Teresa would say, live as if you “see Jesus in every face.”
And when you fail, acknowledge it and move on. There is no time for wallowing in regret. We are of the most use to the Father when we are free of the bondage of shame and open to every opportunity throughout our day to live out the hope that only He can give.
You will be amazed! I promise!
Blessings to you as you begin your week. I will be praying for your journey and would ask that you pray for mine.
Why I lie to my kids
Um, just about every parent I know or have known.
Just the other morning, I dropped my son off in his class at church and he turned and said, “When will you be back?” “In just a few minutes” I said. (LIE!)
As his big brown eyes looked up at me, his little voice said, “What time is it now?”
“Almost 9 o’clock.” I responded.
“And what time will you be back?” he asked.
(By this time the line to check in was growing and our conversation had intrigued several who were waiting.)
“A little after 10:00 Darling. It won’t be long.” I said.
“That’s more than a few minutes!” he exclaimed.
Not knowing what else to say, or how to escape the trap in which I had just been caught, I pulled him to the side and knelt down so that we were eye level.
As my 5 yr. old pulled on my arm saying, “Let’s GO mommy! I wanna go to my class!” I knew I couldn’t miss this opportunity to keep it real with my youngest.
“You’re right, son.” I said.
“It’s actually going to be about 75 minutes.”
“Oh. Okay.” he said. And went running back into his classroom.
I was still kneeling on the floor when I looked up to see pity in the parental gazes coming from my onlookers. “It’s not as if YOU are always honest with YOUR children?!” I thought to myself in a very loud thinking voice. You know the one.
So, I head upstairs with my 5 yr old to drop him off at his class, still a little bewildered by the fact that my 3 yr old just called me out.
As I was waiting in line, a first time visitor was being escorted to the front so that she was able to drop off her child and tell them good-bye.
He runs into the classroom and I hear her say, “BY HONEY! Mommy will be back in just one minute!” (LIE!) I was thinking to myself, that kid will be lying on a shrink’s sofa one day explaining how it all started when his mother said she would be back in one minute and did not return for over an hour.
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Here’s the deal…this may seem like such a small thing to you. And for those of you still reading, hopefully this will make some sense.
It is a meaningless comment/exaggeration of the truth. UNTIL your 3 yr old calls you out on it!
It started a process of personal inventory. Which if you have ever done this, it is no small feat.
Instead of pointing at the lady in front of me and taking her inventory, which I knew nothing about, mind you, I was forced to look at myself.
What other things do I lie about?
Some of you will not have to be so introspective. For me, my sanity not only relies on this kind of honesty, it requires it.
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I was a liar for a long time, so when I catch myself telling anything that even appears to be a lie, it scares me a little. If it looks like a lie, smells like a lie and sounds like a lie, well, it’s a lie.
Does this mean I’m going to tell my children all of the ridiculous things I did and poor decisions made while growing up. No. Does it mean that I will be one of those parents who says, “I never actually inhaled.” No. I don’t want to be that either.
SO, there is a fine line between truth and TMI.
What is it though?
No…really…I’m asking you…WHAT IS IT?!
I don’t know! I believe it depends on the person, the extent of the information and the age of the child.
Am I justifying my actions? Probably. I tend to do that when I want to feel okay about doing something that I’m not sure is okay to do.
Many studies have been done on how children develop and the way their minds work. It is said that a child 6 yrs or younger does not have the ability to reason. Hence the phrase, “7 is the Age of Reason.”
There is a great article titled “The Truth About Lying” and in it, the author says,
“From about age 4 on, children lie for many of the same reasons adults do: to avoid punishment, to gain an advantage, to protect against an unwanted consequence, and even to boost self-esteem. Youngsters, like adults, sometimes lie to demonstrate power, to maintain privacy, or to protect a friend. When a child lies, she is essentially trying to change a situation, to reconstruct things the way she wants them to be. (Hmmm, at times I still do this.) There is a developmental progression to lying.
Helping your child develop morality and responsibility for his actions over the long haul is the goal…
Model the behavior you expect to see in your child. (I thought I was doing that?!) This sounds obvious (YES, it does!), but it involves monitoring when and how you lie — not an easy task (NO, it isn’t!). If we want to foster a trusting, self-regulating child who cares about his own welfare and that of others, we have to do it the hard way: by being trusting, self-regulating, and respectful adults.” (Ouch!)
Why then, you ask, did I take the time to reason with my 3 yr old? Well, because I think he deserves to know the difference between a few minutes and 75.
All children are different. Mine was content hearing an explanation.
Do I recommend this when he is in mid tantrum. Nooooooooooooooooooooo. But when he is calmly asking for an explanation, I’m going to give him one, whether an “expert” tells me he understands or not.
So, I leave you with no answers today. Only questions.
What are the lies you’re telling your kids and where’s the line?
Just to make you feel better and not leave you with a bitter taste in your mouth and that befuddled look on your face. To get us started, here are a few of the lies that I can remember telling my kids in the last week (give or take a few days).
What I said:
Play land is closed today (at McDonald’s)
What I meant:
There is no way you are going to play in there! Ew. I’m sure they don’t crawl through all of those tunnels and clean it once a week. I wouldn’t.
What I said:
Mommy is going to take a break and have some quiet time for a few minutes.
What I meant:
Mommy is going to go upstairs, close the door, take some deep breaths while listening to songs on Pandora, none of which will have rhymes about counting or the alphabet.
What I said:
We will go outside in 10 minutes.
What I meant:
When I finish what I am doing, then we will go outside. I’m not sure how long it will take.
What I said:
Mommy is going to run an errand. It will only take a minute.
What I meant:
You’re going to stay here with daddy while I get in daddy’s car (instead of the minivan), roll down the windows, open the sunroof, turn up the music and sing at the top of my lungs while driving around the neighborhood.
What I said:
No honey, this is special mommy chocolate. Boys don’t eat this kind of chocolate. It’s only for girls.
What I meant:
I don’t want to share this chocolate with you. I made a special trip to Whole Foods to buy the good stuff (translation: 70% cacao and imported) and you don’t know the difference between this and a Hershey bar. Besides, I have given up alcohol, so I should not have to share my chocolate.

What I said:
It’s bedtime!
What I meant:
It’s been a really long day and you didn’t take a nap. I know it’s an hour early, but since it’s getting dark earlier, you don’t know whether it’s bedtime or not and I want some “me time”.
Now, do you feel better about yourself? You should. I have a lot of work to do! No wonder my children have no concept of time!
A Stranger in my Own Skin
If you have, you know what I’m talking about and you probably just became a little uncomfortable recalling that feeling. If you haven’t, try to imagine thousands of ants crawling on you… beneath your skin.
I had all sorts of “isms” that I used for years to cope with the feelings and happenings that I wasn’t sure how to walk through or even sit in, for that matter. They worked really well…until they didn’t anymore.
So here I am, almost 9 years later and have learned to meet life on life’s terms…mostly.
My dad called the other day and just like every time he calls, when I answered (thanks to caller ID), “Hey dad.” He responded with, “Hey, My Joy! How are you?”
My reply, “Do you want the honest ‘how much time do you have, cause this is gonna take a while’ answer or the generic, ‘I’m fine, how are you?’ to avoid discussing what’s really going on answer?”
To which he replied, “Let’s try the honest answer.”
“I’m restless! Like, the down in my soul kind of restless. Not the, I’m bored, I need a change of scenery restless. Do you know what I mean?!”
“Yes!” he said. “I know exactly what you mean!”
I proceeded to tell him about the past few days and that after the boys had left for soccer that day, I sat down on the hardwood floor, leaned my back against the wall and just acknowledged the way the floor felt beneath me and the wall behind me. It was solid and definite. There was no argument about it’s existence. Anyone could see that it was there.
There are times when nothing in this life gives that assurance.
As I glanced up through the windows of our front door, it took me back to December 2007. I was 7 months pregnant with our youngest and our 1 year old was in respiratory distress at Children’s Hospital. After the third day in the hospital, I came home to take a shower in my own bathroom and attempt to rest. After walking through the door that chilly December day, I collapsed in a pile in this same spot, looked out through the windows of this same door, at a grey winter sky, and wept.
When I say that I was weeping, I mean, it was so far beyond the ugly cry. It was with my entire body…shaking violently. I didn’t care that snot was mixing with tears and running into my mouth and down my face or that my cheek was pressed to the hard floor. All I could pray between sobs was, “Help me God. Please help me. I have no control over my child’s health…or this growing baby in my belly…or my daughter’s anxiety about pretty much everything. I’m so weary. You’re going to have to help me…please.”
This time, almost 4 years later, I closed my eyes and said, “Lord, I want to know you more than just better. I want to know you intimately. I want to seek you with perseverance and determination. I long for the continuous assurance of your presence. My spirit has a hunger like I have never known.”
My dad’s response was, “This is a really good thing.”
“WHAT?!”, I said. “How can this be good?! I feel like I’m going to implode! It feels as if my spirit cannot be contained any longer by this imperfect shell encasing it. I’m not even sure I know how to pray. Most of the time I either say the Lord’s Prayer or something along the lines of , ‘God, thank you. Thank you. Thank you for being so good to someone as undeserving as I. Amen.’”
SIDE NOTE: It really helps that my dad is a life coach. (a.k.a. An expert at not only talking people off the ledge, but giving them clear direction once they reach safe ground.)
I had not quite reached my ledge, but I was inching closer by the hour.
The summary of his advice to me was this…
- The desire to seek spiritual nourishment is from God. It doesn’t have any negative connotations.
- He put this longing in us from conception…a hole of sorts. Some people don’t recognize it or rather, they choose to fill it with other things. But it is never satisfied and seems to grow larger the longer it goes unfilled.
- There is only one thing that can fill up that hole. (This is where you insert that perfectly timed answer. “I know, I know…God.) Of course that’s true, but there is so much more to God than the fact that He fills a void.
- As a follower of Christ, the deeper we go, the feeling sometimes is, the less we know… the farther away the finish line looks. This is not a bad thing. We will never know everything there is to know about God until we get to heaven and maybe not even then!
- Find a place to be quiet. Relish the silence. Even if it’s for 30 seconds and wait for God’s voice. You don’t have to say the perfectly scripted prayer. You don’t have to go down your checklist of sins or wants or anything else. Simply, be present and listen.
Henri Nouwen wrote, “The real “work” of prayer is to become silent and listen to the voice that says good things about me. To gently push aside and silence the many voices that question my goodness and to trust that I will hear the voice of blessing…that demands real effort.”
In the words of Mother Teresa, “Before you speak, it is necessary for you to listen, for God speaks in the silence of the heart. Give yourself fully to God. He will use you to accomplish great things on the condition that you believe much more in His love than in your own weakness.”
Here’s the deal…I have 3 very active children, a husband who I adore, a job, along with a multitude of other things that justify me never taking the time to find a quiet place and listen for the voice that completes me. It’s a choice.
Today, I choose to take the time out needed, however much life allows, close my eyes, unclinch my fists and open my palms to the heavens (the explanation for that is another post all together) and bask in the silence while just being in His presence.
No matter what stage of life you’re in, we will always have restless times that
















