Fear is crippling! It will leave you high and dry. Missed opportunities and life long happiness. Fear that is clothed in pride is even worse. Your pride prevents you from admitting you’re afraid. You want to look like you have it all together, when really you’re scared to death to make a move. Take off the robe, step out of fear. Live the life you were designed to live. Take the wins along with the epic fails. Just DO SOMETHING! You know in your gut if laying down in a comfy bed that’s not even yours, but it’s closest, easiest, and you settling for less than what’s in store for you! GET UP! DO SOMETHING!
Having a Servants Heart
I saw a scripture on Facebook this morning about doing what’s right and blessings. I’ll attach it later. It made me think about a true servants heart. Servants are givers by nature. They give and give and many do it with no expectations, it’s just who they are. I have a life long friend that is the most generous person I know. Her Daddy said something about her that made me giggle. “She’s so generous she’ll give you the shirt off of my own back!”
Funny but true. Servants and givers are resourceful, if they don’t have it to give they will find it and make a way for you to have it.
I hear about lottery winners and think of how much good could be done with all that money, as long as you don’t let greed slip in.
The scripture also lead me to think of another scripture about storing treasures in heaven. Oddly enough servants and givers rarely “store” anything, they give it all away. Won’t it be the same in heaven? Why would we store up treasures and blessings and keep them all to ourselves? Will some have more than others? Or will we all have abundant amounts that we will not want for anything? Which ever it is I pray to ALWAYS have a servants heart, to ALWAYS be a giver and NEVER get tired or bitter from it.
My Lot is Secure
My Lot is Secure.
When I say that people either know exactly what I mean, or they look at me like I’m crazy.
My life is crazy! It is my life so I will take whatever comes my way. With 2 curious little boys my house is crazy. This is not a quiet house, there is peace here, but not peace and quiet. We are always on the move looking for our next adventure. Some may say its my way of avoiding my reality, I say this is my reality. Some say I’m avoiding some chores, they may be right. Two things I know is God and my housework will never leave me nor forsake me.
We do tough stuff at this house. This is our reality. We have tough conversations in this house, this is also our reality. Most kids my boys age don’t have our reality. God knew what he was doing when he made me their momma. I pray that I will lead them in a way that no matter how bad our problems are they are no bigger or more important than anyone else’s. Our lot I secure and our boundary lines have fallen in pleasant places. They may not look or feel pleasant but they are ours, we will make the best of them.
I pray that my friends and people I love never have to have the conversations with there kids that I have had to have. The when, where, how, why questions.
I pray they don’t have to feel the sting that comes along with each one. I pray I can always hold my head high and answer them the way that will chart a path straight to the Heavenly Father, never creating doubt or a question of self worth. Our lot is secure and God gave us this lot and life because he trusts us with it. The only way I know how to remain strong is on my knees in surrender and praise to God that will lead me to lead them. He has a plan for us and we may fail from time to time, but I will never give up and I’ll teach my boys the same.
Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken. (Psalm 16:5-8 NIV)
Dry Well
What do you do when your well runs dry?
The first thing most do is panic. Then when you realize that worrying about the problem isn’t going to fix it you start to dig in and figure out WHY the well ran dry. You look at the natural things. Has it been a dry season? Is there a mechanical problem? You do some research on how to naturally fill the well. Wait for rains to come and naturally fix the problem. Sometimes we don’t have time to wait for it to fill naturally, we have showers to take, dishes to wash, clothes to wash. If we don’t get this problem fixed life as we know it becomes uncomfortable, unmanageable.
The same thing is true when our spiritual well runs dry. We panic. We look at the reasons. Illness? Death? Loss of job? Loss of relationships? Then what? How do we refill our spiritual well? With a water supply well It’s easy to forget about our wells when everything is flowing fine. You turn the faucet on and water comes out you don’t ponder on why or how you get your water. Same with our spiritual well. When life is going along fine with no bumps and disappointment we don’t put much thought into why we are fulfilled, but when life freaks out with things beyond our control we start thinking about our well.
In both cases it takes work. Physical, mental and sometimes it takes a toll on us, but at the end of the day we need flowing waters. For health, for security, to make our every day lives easier to manage. When our wells are full remember to be thankful and do what it takes to maintain that well. Make sure when circumstances arise that drain our wells we are prepared and know what resources it takes to replenish our wells. God wants to be that source in our spiritual lives. Ask HIM and he will give you what you need to keep your well full and flowing freely. It gets dirty sometimes. Sometimes you have to go in the well and figure out what the problem is. It is a constant battle when the conditions are harsh and unrelenting. Fact is we can’t survive without water in our wells. Spiritual or the one on your back yard.
I’m a small town girl, grew up with
I’m a small town girl, grew up with small town goals… Like “Love thy neighbor” …as long as they fit the mold.
Grateful for a Daddy that was a lil bit more bold. He taught me to love all people no matter what status they hold. Show compassion for the weak, you never know what broke them, be careful of the successful you never know what provoked them.
Love them all the best you can cuz at the end of the day there was only ONE better man!
He told me not to worry about things I can’t control because there is a God out there willing to carry the load.
No one can do anything worse to me than what they did to HIM. The man that hung on the cross to save us at any cost. The only difference is…HE was never lost. HE chose to hang there on that tree, HE chose to die there for you and me. Some never knew that my Daddy was so spiritual, probably because he kept himself so minimal. People mattered to him, no matter what kind of life they lived, the only thing that mattered was kind of love they had to give.
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