A Writers Block

Have you ever watched honey bees? Have you watched how they work together, all doing different jobs to accomplish the same goals? Some clean, others work, and some guard the hive. There are even bees that "dance." I love that! When a field bee comes back from finding pollen, it will do a kind of dance to tell the other bees how to get there. If they mess up, they start all over and keep dancing until all who wanted to know find out where the pollen is. Sometimes I feel like that is what Christians are like. We all have our jobs in the colony of believers. We start out with the basics of learning and doing clean up. Then we move on to working for and with others. With growth and knowledge comes the responsibility to protect and challenge those around us. As we finish, life becomes more about the dance and sharing what we’ve found with anyone who will listen. There is a position that is carried out by just one bee... the queen. Bees will do anything for their queen. If she is r...

Who knew that the Penguins got it right?! Sometimes the emotion follows the action. (psst... if you don't get it, watch Madagascar - the first one)

I’ve been home for a week now with sick kids (and a sick hubby). Kid number 1 has a cold but wants to go outside and play because the weather is finally nice enough to do it. “Go ahead! Enjoy!” So kid number 1 goes out to play. Kid number 2 comes along… on antibiotics, coughing up a storm, should be in the hospital but keeps on trucking. “I want to go outside too!” Sure, just don’t run, skip, jump, climb, kick, or do anything active that might make you cough till you puke. “Okay, but sit down if you start coughing,” I say. Kid number 3 joins in but with the whining. She doesn’t feel well either. She’s got a cold, stuff running out of her nose and ears, a minor fever, and just sits on the couch watching Kungfu Panda (the mom-edited version). So we skip over the scary part, then go get some medicine for her to take so she can breathe again. Fight, fight, fight, she doesn’t want to take the meds. Finally we get it in her mouth and up comes the meds and some of lunch. Great. I’m calling th...

Scott and I talk often about what we want to teach our children, how we want to raise them, opportunities we want them to have, and what trials we think they should have to face. Today, Beth Moore put into words how I feel and why my kids need to face some things on their own. She said, “You can not amputate your history from your destiny.” So many of us want to erase our past, would do it over again, or wish to forget some of the more horrid mistakes but then who would we be today? Didn’t those “alternate routes” lead you to the path you are on now? Would you be where you are if not for what you learned back then? I don’t think so! I think God is a Savior when we need Him to be but more often than not He is a Redeemer and Companion. He will walk with us through it all and then take our scars and use them to show us and maybe others how we can make it with His help. And he makes our lives more beautiful because of them. I am so grateful that my past is behind me but even more grateful ...

What would I do to be remembered by Christ? The picture above is one of a woman whom many believe to be Lazarus’ sister, Mary, down at Jesus’ feet. Jesus commented in some of the gospels that her action of pouring very expensive perfume on his head and feet and wiping it away with her hair was something to be remembered wherever the gospel was preached. Why did Christ want her action to be remembered? I wonder how she felt when she entered that room of men. She wasn’t invited to be there, nor was it proper. And letting your hair down in public was even more taboo for a woman of that time. But Jesus had brought her brother back from the dead so she knew better than most who he was. She knew his heart, she knew his importance, she knew his power. She knew that her life could have meant nothing to him, but it didn’t. Mary would do anything for Jesus, even something as scandalous as entering a room of men and letting her hair down to do a servant’s job. She didn’t care what it cost her in ...

“AAARRGGGHHH!!! I’m having a Life crisis!!” That’s what my hubby heard from the Laundry room this afternoon, though it wasn’t what he thought. I had tried to dump the last of the Life Cereal into the trash can but totally missed, pouring all the crumbs into the cabinet and onto the floor. That’s the equivalent of a couple cups of sugar and oats all over. Not an easy mess to clean up. I grabbed the dust-buster, sucked most of it up, and shook the rest out of the rug. As I turned the buster over to hang it back up in the charger, the contents of it spilled all over the dirty laundry and the floor. That’s when I hollered. Sometimes life is like that. It’s messy, not easy to take care of, and doesn’t always go where we want it to. On top of all that, we tend to make a bigger deal out of it than is really necessary. It’s just Life! God can fix it, clean it up, redirect it… No biggie! Needless to say, it was just cereal. I cleaned it up, chuckling at the new perspective God had given me on L...

It had been a rough couple of weeks with me playing the role as housemaid, mommy, wife, butt wiper, laundry service, and ... well, you get the picture. I was about to lose it. Then God heard my whimpering... whoa is me, I know. Being a mom is hard work! Saturday morning Scott let me sleep in and get ready without interruption! Then we got in the car to run an errand and I asked Kayla to pray for us. She said she would and blessed the socks off me when she read this IN her prayer… “There are troubles all around us but we are not defeated; we don’t know what to do but we do not give up.” (2 Cor. 4:8) I was floored. Needless to say, I told her how much God loves it when we pray scripture aloud and how proud of her I was. Then I just about cried telling her how much she blessed me by what she’d done. Kayla was my own personal angel that day. I left that afternoon, got to the beach in time to watch the sunset from my room and see a young buck walk across the grass outside my condo. I spent ...