Every Testimony Can Be Used for God’s Glory

i now understand that

Every Testimony

can be used for God’s glory

I used to think my testimony wasn’t very interesting. How could sharing my testimony encourage someone else to love and follow God? I didn’t have any huge transformation. God didn’t save me out of an addiction or abuse. As I’ve listened to other believers recount their testimonies, my heart ached with them over the hardships that they endured. I never wanted my testimony to have the appearance of bragging or to add to the pain of what they already endured.

But a couple years ago, after sharing my testimony with a friend, her response completely humbled me. She said, ‘Shanda, your testimony gives me hope that my kids CAN have a testimony like yours. One without heartache and pain. It’s a testimony of God’s promise of a godly heritage being fulfilled.’ (paraphrased)

Here I wasn’t sharing my testimony because I thought it wasn’t good enough, but really it was me not sharing the goodness and faithfulness of my heavenly Father! Shame on me.

I come from a long line of Christians. As far back as I can look on my mom’s side of the family, most every grandparent, great grandparent and great-great grandparent loved the Lord.

One night when I was 3 or 4 years old, I remember my mom reading me a bedtime story about Jonah and the whale. When she was done reading, I told her I didn’t want to run from God like Jonah did and asked her to help me ‘ask Jesus into my heart.’

After praying a very simple prayer in childlike faith, my mom suggested we call my dad at work (he was working night shift) and tell him about the decision I had made. He was as a little skeptical that such a young child could fully understand the concept of salvation, so when I told him I ‘asked Jesus into my heart’ he responded with, ‘Well what’s he doing in there?!’

After thinking for a moment, I said, ‘He’s cleaning,’

Friends, Jesus said to let the little children come unto him. So often I think we are inhibiting children from doing just that because we don’t think they are capable of understanding. Sure, I’ve grown so much in knowledge of the Lord since that day… But faith is simple. It’s understanding that we are imperfect and we need a perfect Savior to wash us clean. Children know they do bad things… Why not lead them to the One who can wash all those bad things ‘clean?’

A godly heritage is real mama. The work you are doing in laying down the foundation of the Gospel is important. The Gospel is simple. We tend to over complicate it.

Let the little children come unto Him, and never question the testimony he has given you because God uses all people in all walks of life… And he wants to use YOU.

What is your testimony? Share it in the comments below!

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Every Testimony Can Be Used for God’s Glory

I used to think my testimony wasn’t very interesting. How could sharing my testimony encourage someone else to love and follow God? I didn’t have any huge transformation. God didn’t save me out of an addiction or abuse. As I’ve listened to other believers recount their testimonies, my heart ached with them over the hardships that they endured. I never wanted my testimony to have the appearance of bragging or to add to the pain of what they already endured.

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Grief After a Miscarriage

Several years ago, after battling years of infertility while trying to get pregnant with our first two children, I found myself miraculously pregnant with our third child naturally. I remember the morning I got the positive pregnancy test. My feet barely touched the stairs as I bounded up the steps from our basement bathroom to the kitchen to tell my husband I was pregnant. I practically shrieked, “I’m pregnant!” to my husband who by this time was concerned with my joyful hysteria.

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Grief After a Miscarriage

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Grief Looks Differently for Everyone

Several years ago, after battling years of infertility while trying to get pregnant with our first two children, I found myself miraculously pregnant with our third child naturally. I remember the morning I got the positive pregnancy test. My feet barely touched the stairs as I bounded up the steps from our basement bathroom to the kitchen to tell my husband I was pregnant. I practically shrieked, “I’m pregnant!” to my husband who by this time was concerned with my joyful hysteria.

Later that night as we sat down together after the kids went to bed, I confessed, “I know this may sound silly, but this baby is a boy and his name is Ezra David.” Knowing how practical I usually am, my husband was a bit amused by my proclamation, but he knew me well enough not to laugh at me. He simply said something along the lines of, “That’s a good name. We’ll wait and see what the baby is before committing.”

Fast forward a few weeks and the spotting started. I had spotting with my previous two pregnancies, but something just didn’t seem right to me. As the blood quickly changed from brown to red, I became more alarmed and called my doctor… only to find out she didn’t practice obstetrics any more.

Scrambling to find a new doctor, I found a clinic that would send me for tests and an ultrasound. As I lay on the exam table and saw our sweet little “peanut” on the screen, I smiled. That smile quickly changed though when the tech announced how far along I was. “6 weeks,” she said. My heart sunk. She told me they would check again next week when they should be able to hear a heartbeat better, but I already knew. This baby was no longer with us. I should have been over 8 weeks.

I cried as we left and I found myself begging God to take the baby from me, to not prolong my hopes if indeed he was gone. The next day… he was no longer with us.

I grieved. Deeply. For about a week.

But I also found myself rejoicing in the fact that God had allowed me to truly KNOW my child. I called him by name for 4 beautiful weeks. I cherished those few weeks I had with him. They were memories that I’ll forever “ponder in my heart.”

I haven’t shared much of his story over the years, but lately I’ve been thinking about his birth.

As I scroll through social media, I see others sharing the heart wrenching loss of their sweet babies and my heart grieves with them, but as I watch others grieve, I sometimes feel like I grieve “wrongly” somehow. I don’t think of him very often. I don’t still mourn his loss in a tangible way. Beyond the first couple weeks, I haven’t cried (with the exception of listening to JJ Heller sing “Always” recently).

I’ve been thinking lately about how I seem to grieve differently than others, and that’s when it hit me… we ALL grieve differently. I grieved gut wrenchingly hard for a week or two, but then I found a verse in the Bible that gave me purpose and hope and from that moment, the sun slowly began to shine for me again.

Maybe you are like me. You grieve privately. Your grief was short-lived. You don’t think of the baby you lost every day.

I just want to tell you. It’s ok that you grieve differently.

It’s ok if you grieve publicly… or privately.

It’s ok if you tell everyone… or no one.

Your grief does not have to look like others.

It doesn’t mean you care less. It doesn’t mean you care more.

It’s just different.

And that’s ok.

I have his birth stone on my bracelet and his initials on a necklace. He was my baby, and when I think of him, there is joy. God gave me that miracle baby so that I could praise Him, and while my grief may look differently from others, it’s still real and God’s goodness still saw me through. Just because I cry a bit less maybe doesn’t mean I didn’t care as much… it just means I grieve(d) differently.

Maybe you feel the same way?

I wrote THIS post shortly after he was born in heaven. God gave me a verse that gave me hope and a purpose, and I pray it is a blesses to you as well.

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A Mama’s Guide to Quiet Time During the Early Years

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During the Little Years

Quiet time during the little years… Did you read that and snicker? Or maybe you rolled your eyes and thought, “Not another person telling me how I’m doing it all wrong.”

Mama, this is for you!

After 4 babies, I know all too well those early years. I find myself smack-dab in the middle of them right now. It’s finally bedtime and I have a few quiet moments all to myself. It’s usually during these golden hours between 8 and 10pm that I find myself just wanting to veg on the couch. The day has me physically drained, and yet I don’t want to head to bed either. I’m savoring the quiet.

Even though we are finally sleeping through the night, I know all too well that getting up early doesn’t seem to be an option sometimes. Breastfeeding and a baby that refuses to take a bottle meant that I was the only one getting up multiple times a night for those sweet, sweet midnight snuggles. While I knew those days were fleeting, the thought of getting up early made me cry. Hormonal. Sleep deprived. Early mornings were hard.

So what’s a mama to do?

First of all, realize this is just a phase. God placed you in this season mama. He knows your struggles. He knows you desire time with him. He can and WILL sustain you through it. What I am about to share is not supposed to be the gold standard for your spiritual health, but it is meant to help sustain a weary mama through a busy season.

Out of desperation for my own emotional and physical health, the 5-5-5 plan was formed. I could find 5 minutes here and there throughout my day to be in God’s Word, pray and read a book. By themselves these tasks can seem daunting to a weary mama, but even a sleep deprived mama can find 5 minutes.

Have you ever timed yourself to see how many verses you can read in one minute? You might be surprised. Times that by 5 and you just read a chapter or two of the Bible! Friend, even if all you were able to do today was read your Bible for 5 minutes, you will have done more for yourself than a 1 hour bubble bath or night out of the house. It is time spent with God that fills your cup to overflowing so that you can pour out to your family. Don’t get me wrong. Time to yourself is helpful too, but never to the extent that time with your Sustainer will be! The Word of God is quick and powerful. It will NOT return void.

But what if you don’t FEEL like reading your Bible? Do it anyways. Just like with your physical health, you know that you should chose an apple over that piece of chocolate cake even when what you WANT is the chocolate cake. Choosing to read your Bible despite what you feel like doing will still have nourishment for your soul. Faithfulness yields fruitfulness.

Faithfulness yields fruitfulness.

Prayer is something that I have struggled with over the years. My mind wanders easily. Sometimes I don’t know what to pray for. I know that prayer is so very important, but when I’m having a hard time forming a cohesive thought, praying seems daunting. BUT… the Bible tells us that even when we do not know what to pray for the Spirit intercedes for us.

Recently I learned that according to Dr Caroline Leaf, “It has been found that 13 minutes of daily focused prayer over an 8-week period can change the brain to such an extent that it can be measured on a brain scan.” Prayer literally CHANGES you. Not only does God hear us, but he uses that time with him to change us spiritually AND physically. Wow. That kind of power is worth devoting a minimum of 5 minutes a day to!

"It has been found that 13 minutes of daily focused prayer over an 8-week period can change the brain to such an extent that it can be measured on a brain scan."

Last but not least. Reading.

I think this is the one that takes the furthest back seat. We know we should be reading our Bible and praying, but what can reading other books do for us? When we are reading books by other authors, we are continuing to keep our minds sharp, getting a glimpse into lives outside our own, gleaning information and helpful tools, and simply relating to someone else. Sometimes our worlds can seem pretty small within the confines of our home and work. We can become so focused on our everyday moments that we forget there are people and places outside of ourselves.

Even if you don’t LIKE to read, there are audio books and podcasts that you can listen to! There are paid subscriptions such as Audible, as well as free resources such as Hoopla. With nothing but a library card, you can have access to an entire digital library! I have never once paid for an audio book by using Hoopla.

Sometimes it is hard to know where to start. If you need some good book recs, I have a list of 10 Book Recommendations for a Christian Mama’s Heart that you can check out.

Sweet mama, I know this phase can be so very hard, but hang in there. Implement something easy. Something attainable. As I said before, this isn’t the gold-standard, but remember, this is just a season and you need to continue implementing attainable goals that continue to feed your soul. As your time slowly becomes yours again, you will already have the simple habit of prayer, Bible and reading in place. One day you’ll look up from reading a good book and realize that 20 minutes went by uninterrupted, but unless you are cultivating these habits now, that transition will take longer to attain.

Stay the course!

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My Word of the Year 2022

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My Word of the Year
2022

Covid fatigue. Are you feeling it?

For something that once held so much promise, 2021 just seemed to be a repeat of 2020 all over again. Between lockdowns and mandates, I think we can all agree that we are tired. The life that we once knew pre-2020 still is just a shadow of the past, and it’s hard to find joy when we are constantly bombarded with depression, division, and death everywhere we look. 

But joy is a choice. 

You know how when you feel when you get off of one of those carnival rides that spins round and round and round? That’s how I could feel right now, but instead I’ve chosen to fix my eyes on the One thing that isn’t changing or moving: God. He is the Rock on which I’ve anchored my soul. So even when all the world seems to be spinning out of control, I can look to Jesus and find my bearings. Just like when you are on that carnival ride and fix your eyes on a single point so that you don’t loose your cookies, the swirling, out-of-control feelings dissipate as I look on my Savior.

So even though the world around me seemed to be spinning out of control, I chose to dig in and live devotedly to the things that mattered most during 2021: my relationship with God, my family and my friends.

I recently read a quote, “If it doesn’t matter for eternity, it doesn’t matter.” I can’t for the life of me remember who said that, but it really stuck with me.

I tend to be someone who easily gets caught up in trying to be the best at everything, and when I fall short (which is inevitable) I can be pretty hard on myself… especially when it comes to being the best mom I can be. That pile of laundry on my laundry room floor? It’s driving me a bit batty… but it doesn’t matter for eternity. Holding my clingy, cranky, teething baby has FAR more eternal rewards than making sure that the clothes are folded and put away.

God doesn’t ask for perfection. He asks for faithfulness.

In my zeal for bringing my children to Christ, sometimes I put myself in the way. While pondering the concept of faithfulness over perfection, I had the realization that when I demand perfection of myself, I am trying to put myself in Jesus’s place. He is the only One who can and has lived a perfect life. When I try to be perfect, really I am trying to replace Christ and “do it by my own self” as my 3 year old would say. Does that mean I don’t need to try my best and improve? Absolutely not! But it does mean that my perspective shifts and I ask myself, “Does this matter for eternity?”

Between self-imposed perfectionism and a world that seems to get crazier by the minute, it’s easy to lose my focus on the eternal, and if I’m not careful, I can let it rob me of my joy. But as I said before, JOY IS A CHOICE!

Happiness changes with circumstances, but joy is something that can not be taken from me because the JOY of the Lord is my strength.

So this year, I am choosing JOY!

I want to smile more. Laugh more. Dance more.

I want to let go of unrealistic expectations. Let go of uncertainty. Let go of doubt.

When I walk into a room, I want my joy to be contagious and leave others feeling stronger, happier, more peaceful because they see someone who knows where her source of strength comes from: the Lord!

I want to have a heart overflowing with praise and gratefulness. I want to have lips that sing my thankfulness to the God of heaven and earth.

Despite the tears and sadness that are sure to come because we live in a broken world, I choose joy. It will be my source of strength in the hard times and bubble over in laughter and singing when my heart is light.

Joy… the world needs more joy. REAL joy. The kind that isn’t determined by circumstances, but the kind that is firmly fixed in Jesus.

So this year, I’m anchoring my soul to the source of joy… Jesus!

 

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My Word of the Year 2020

The past few days I’ve been trying on words like I would a new shirt in the fitting room. Each word fit right in certain places, accentuating certain aspects of my life, but none of the words I ‘tried on’ seemed to embody all the right areas. Like a shirt that has a great color but fits way too tightly in the hips, each word wasn’t what I wanted to bring home with me.

Then this morning as I read through my devotions, I picked up Mom Heart Moments by Sally Clarkson, and a word jumped off of the page and settled into the soft soil of my mother-heart. As I let it settle there, I felt it begin to take root and grow.

Cultivate.

Every goal that I have planned for this year has a purpose. I don’t want to read through my Bible this year for the purpose of saying that I did it, but rather to cultivate wisdom and a closer relationship with God. In doing so, I’m cultivating my heart and mind to be fixed on things above and to bring a true, honest, just, lovely and good report to my family.

I’m not working towards simplifying our home to be ‘trendy,’ but because I want to cultivate an environment of peace and joy. I don’t want things and schedules to take away from moments of connection and to create stress and business for no purpose.

Life ebbs and flows. There will be times of business, times of routine, and times of rest, and if I am cultivating a rhythm of simplicity and intentionality, those times will be filled with peace and joy unspeakable. The ‘stuff’ will be out of the way and the people and relationships will blossom. Even the hard, messy times are cultivating the soil for growth and connection.

When we strip away the distractions, we are able to cultivate wonder. In 2020, I have a goal to get my kids outside for 1000 hours. This is a lofty goal that isn’t meant to cause stress, but rather having something to press towards. Just as we are to ‘press toward the mark’ in our Christian walk because of the joy it brings us to reach for the best God has for us, we can pursue 1000 hours outside not for recognition or a certificate of completion but because we want to cultivate wonder, curiosity, and time with the Creator.

This year I don’t just want our family to grow, I want to cultivate a place we can THRIVE.

Not just happy but joy-FULL.
Not just be but becoming.
Not just here but present.
Not just grounded but blooming.
Not just see but experience.
Not just think but wonder.
Not just hear but listen.
Not just do but do for God’s glory.

These years are precious. Will you join me in cultivating your home to bring praise and honor His Holy Name?

Have a blessed 2020!

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How can you #blessavasheart?

I cannot image the shock, the fear, the uncertainty that parents face when they are told that their sweet little bundle of joy has a birth defect. Despite the apparently perfect exterior, they are told that the heart inside their baby’s adorable little body… the organ that keeps all other parts of the body alive… is flawed.

I’ve had the honor of watching my friend Erin navigate these hard waters with grace and faith. Her sweet daughter Avalynn was born with Congenital Heart Disease, and through this long journey they have undergone, I’ve watched her faith tested and grown. I’ve watched her advocate for answers. I’ve watched her love unconditionally and fight fiercely. She and Avalynn are inspirations to everyone that knows them… and I hope they are an inspiration to you as well!

This week is Congenital Heart Disease Awareness Week, so I’ve asked Erin to share Ava’s story as a way to raise awareness. This sweet girl has already undergone heart surgery and will need another surgery in the future. Please read her story below and if you feel led to donate, I have a link at the bottom of this page to help support The Children’s Heart Foundation.

Perhaps, one of the most important thoughts that crosses a mother’s mind when they await the arrival of a new baby is “health.” Will they be healthy? Will their little organs function just like they’re supposed to? I remember counting Avalynn’s ten fingers and ten toes, checking all of the vital parts and staring into her beautiful blue eyes; relishing in the fact that I was a mother to a, seemingly, perfectly happy and healthy baby. 

Two days after Avalynn’s birth, her pulse oxygen (or the level of oxygen that your blood is receiving, thus dictating whether organs furthest from the heart are receiving nourishment that they need) dropped dangerously low. It didn’t take long for her to receive a diagnosis of a Congenital Heart Defect or “CHD.” The question was: What kind was it?

Doctors and nurses seemed baffled and, the fact that we had delivered Avalynn at a small community hospital only made the situation more stressful. The baby who, all along had been so healthy, now had this unexpected, life-threatening diagnosis.

Several phone calls to a surrounding, major university hospital and conference calls with specialists while our daughter lay in the NICU left us with a loose diagnosis that would later become firm. Avalynn had Ebstein’s Anomaly of the Tricuspid Valve, along with an Atrial Septal Defect. 

Ebstein’s Anomaly is rare, very rare. It affects only 1 in every 200,000 children who have CHDs. It is a condition where the Tricuspid Valve is misplaced or collapsed in the right ventricle. The leaflets of the Tricuspid Valve are also malformed. These direct the flow of blood throughout the heart and, because of their malformation, blood kind of goes where it wants. The additional Atrial Septal Defect (which is essentially just a hole between the upper two chambers of the heart) allows for leakage and backflow of blood.

We took Avalynn home with this diagnosis and prayed God’s safety over her. We didn’t know how else to handle the diagnosis. We learned as we went that Ebstein’s was unpredictable at best and that it presented itself in different ways in different children. Ava was anatomically severe and she was symptomatically mild. 

The Lord has protected Ava and has left her mildly symptomatic until late last year when we began noticing her symptoms of blue skin (cyanosis) and exhaustion. We knew it was time for surgical intervention, as badly as our hearts ached at the thought of it. Confirmation from her cardiologist and her surgeon at the Mayo Clinic (a renowned trailblazer and the top surgeon for Avalynn’s condition) encouraged us to schedule the date. 

Avalynn recently came through her first open heart surgery. Unfortunately, the procedure that we hoped would be enough for Avalynn, alone, ended up not working and a second procedure was paired with it. For this reason, Avalynn will require at least one additional operation, sooner rather than later, and likely several throughout her life, depending on what her heart does. 

However, we were told that, had we waited, Avalynn would have been left with less options and it is more likely that a heart transplant would be needed. We are so grateful for God’s protection, His wisdom and guidance in our decisions to trust our instincts when we began seeing change in our little girl.

Through it all, God’s grace has been prevalent, His peace has been unreal and He has lavished His love on Avalynn and on my husband, Patrick, and I, just as He tells us He will in His Word. His strength is perfect when our strength is gone. 

Although, I would rather Avalynn not have a condition at all, her condition has affected us positively in so many ways. Firstly, it has strengthened our relationship with the Lord; drawing us closer to Him and, essentially, forcing us to be fully dependent on Him. It has also allowed us to branch into the word of philanthropy. Every year, since Avalynn has been born, we have chosen a worthy non-profit, held fundraisers and allocated all proceeds raised to one or more organizations. It has been such a source of joy for us, as parents, and an opportunity for learning for Avalynn. It has allowed us to teach her that we are more than our circumstances and that we can take any situation and use it to bless others. Lastly, Avalynn’s condition has moved Patrick and I into the certainty of homeschooling. Like most potential homeschoolers, we have had our self-doubts; mostly wondering if we’re capable of the responsibility of Avalynn’s education but, I have felt pulled to this ministry since Ava was small.  As a stay-at-home mother, I feel strongly that it is my duty to take on all of the roles of care for Avalynn; including that of her teacher. It was a very real calling for me. I understand that this isn’t a calling for everyone but, I try not to silence the call of the Holy Spirit when He’s encouraging me, specifically, to a certain place or responsibility in my own life. 

Ava’s diagnosis requires some proactiveness. Trying to eliminate as much exposure to sickness (especially respiratory sickness) is a necessity. Kids get sick but, certain viruses can really wreak havoc on a weakened cardiovascular system. Many people teasingly refer to heart moms as “germaphobes” which isn’t a stretch! Ha! In addition, Ava requires lots of cardiac monitoring and, now we know that she’ll require at least one more operation during her school age. Because of this and my husband’s career as a Marine, keeping her learning base within the home makes the most sense for our lifestyle. In so many ways, I feel like the Lord has just lined everything up this way. It’s so neat to see His hand in every aspect of our lives. It’s hard to grasp His presence in some of the more tumultuous moments but, when the calm comes and we can look back from safety, it is breathtaking to see what He was working in our lives all along. 

All in all, we have been so very blessed. Avalynn continues to defy medical odds. She is a beautiful, spunky, smart, helpful, tender-hearted little four-year-old who loves all of the normal things kids love. We look around in the CHD world and see so many others who are in worse condition than we are and, for that reason, we strive to give of ourselves and our time to further research and to increase the aid that some of the less fortunate families in similar circumstances as ours do not have. 

We look forward to where God’s will takes Avalynn and how He continues to work in our lives, as well! 

Erin Kent (Avalynn’s Mommy)

There are 40,000 babies born each year with a form of Congenital Heart Disease, which makes this the most common birth defect in the world. If you would like to donate to help with the research, please click the link below:

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Peace – more than just a word

For the past few years, I’ve been choosing a word of the year. This word is something that I want to define my year. It’s something I feel that God has given me to strive for and meditate on throughout that year.

If you read my blog post at the beginning of 2018, you know that I wasn’t really sure what my word would be, but as I began to type and scripture verses came to mind, the word “peace” settled onto my heart. I thought it was supposed to be about speaking “peace” into my household… and in some respects it was… but I did not realize just how important that word would be for our family in 2018.

In February, my husband underwent an 8 hour surgery that involved his ear and brain. Despite not knowing the outcome, as I walked the halls of the hospital… I had peace.

Then when we welcomed our 3rd beautiful baby into the family, I could have been nervous about the transition (and to some extent I was), but there was an overwhelming peace in knowing that God picked that precious little soul just for us. Throughout the pregnancy, I prayed continuously that her addition would be a JOY to our family… and it was!

Just when we felt like life was starting to get back to a little bit of “normal” after my husband had recovered from his surgery and the new addition to our family started sleeping a little better, the hammer fell. Seemingly out of nowhere, my mother-in-law passed away.

Despite the fact that she suffered from severe rheumatoid arthritis, was in pain from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet daily and battled infections that would make most people unbearable to be around… she remained positive and always had a smile on her face. We didn’t know how bad it really was.

Early one morning, the infection that was in her leg attacked her weak and weary heart. She had fought for so long that her heart just couldn’t handle the pain any more… and our sweet mommy passed away.

This blow rocked our family. She was the heartbeat of the home. She was the one who planned every get-together, every holiday, every thoughtful gift. She was the one who was always a listening ear for the good as well as the bad. She was a wealth of wisdom because she read her Bible and prayed fervently every day. She was a warrior…

… and our God is a God of peace. She may have been the heartbeat of our family, but she was NOT what tied us all together. God was… God is!

We cried together. We prayed together. We loved on each other. We clung to our God. We asked for peace in the storm… and he gave it to us. Did it numb the pain? No. But it made it bearable. It gave us comfort knowing that we would see her again some day. It gave us strength when we had to walk the long aisle to say our last goodbyes. It gave us hope for tomorrow. Peace.

The next week… her mom died. At 99 years old, she left earth to spend eternity with her daughter walking the streets of gold. She may have lived a good, long life, but death is never easy.

One week later… my grandpa passed away. As he entered the last days of his life, he was able to hold my hand and tell me he loved me. Despite seeming to be losing his ability to recognize people, he held my daughter and told her, “I love you Cora.” My mom sat and sang him hymns as he fought for his last breaths here on earth, and when he was no longer with us… we cried. Then we laughed remembering that big teddybear of a man. Boy could he tell the best stories! You never knew if they were true or not until he got to the punchline.

Three deaths in three weeks. It would be fair if we let death define our year… and yet our year was marked with a peace that passes understanding instead.

As we sing, “When peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll, whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say… it is well, it is well with my soul,” we smile… because we now know exactly what that peace really means.

“You keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.”

Isaiah 26:3

My Word of the Year 2019


Another year has come to a close. A year of unimaginable loss. A year of new life. A year of adjustments. A year of sacrifice. A year of collected moments.

When you experience life and death, you begin to realize the fragility of these days and years. As I watch my newborn baby turn more into toddler than baby, I see the days slipping by and realize that time is a thief, and as I remember my sweet mother-in-law, grandfather, and my husband’s grandmother, I am reminded to seize the day… we are not guaranteed tomorrow.

We are not guaranteed today… only this moment… and this one… and this one.

What am I going to do with this collection of moments I’ve been gifted? Am I going to live them to the fullest? Will I embrace the chaos, the love, the good, the bad, the ugly? Will I allow my heart to swell with the grace that has been shown to me and in turn show grace to those around me? Will I put down my distractions and embrace the beauty before my eyes? Will I be more present, more joyful, more intentional?

Intentionality.

That is my mantra for this new year…. Intentionality. I will be more intentional in my personal habits. I will be more intentional in the habits we are forming as a family. I will be more intentional in letting go of “what I want” and embracing what I’ve been given. I will be more intentional with my health: spiritually, physically, and mentally. I will be more intentional with my time, with my money, with my talents. I will prioritize my life in a way that only what is true, noble, right, lovely, excellent and praiseworthy are at the forefront of my thoughts and actions.

I will live in today. In THIS moment.

I will read a good book. I will snuggle my children. I will go on dates with my husband. I will pray more fervently. I will not allow that chaos of raising young children to steal my joy. I will laugh more, love more, sing more.

None of this is easy. Intentionality is not easy. There will be days that I will forget. There will be days that I get caught up in meaningless tasks and forget to love above all. There will be seasons that laughter and thankfulness won’t come easily.

But I will intentionally STRIVE for these things. I will seek God. I will allow his grace to fill me when I make mistakes. I will forgive others. I will forgive myself.

I will live 2019 intentionally. I will be a moments collector. I will live life as it was meant to be lived… with purpose.

My Word of the Year 2018
My Word of the Year 2017

The Valley of Weeping

Dear mama,

I see you.

I see those tears that you shed over a sleepless night. I see those tears running down your cheeks as you talk to the Lord about your frustrations and desires. I see those tears of joy as you watch your child take his first step. I see those tears of aching as you drop your child off for his first day of school. I see those tears of pride as you watch your child walk down the aisle in her wedding dress. I see your tears of wonder as you hold your newborn grand baby in your arms.

I see you… because I’ve shed some of those same tears.

Too often we chide ourselves for being “silly” and wishing we were stronger. We brush away the silent tears that sneak down our cheeks and hope that no one saw. We cry out to God with groans of sadness over the sins of a child. Our pillow absorbs the silent tears that we cry at night because we feel like we aren’t good enough, haven’t done enough, said something we shouldn’t have, acted in anger and frustration.

But sweet mama… those tears aren’t for nothing.

You are filling your well.

Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee: in whose heart are the ways of them. Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well.”
Psalms 84:5-6a

We all have our “valley of Baca” or our time of weeping.

But did you know dear mama that when the Lord is your strength and your heart desires the things of the Lord, your crying is filling a well?

Those tears aren’t just an outpouring…they are a filling.

They are filling your heart with a peace that passes understanding. They are flooding heaven with prayers of a sincere and honest heart. They are filling the space where words fail us. They are our memories floating down the river of time. They are the desire and emotions of a mother’s heart that fill our children with security, love and joy.

Your tears are not wasted… they are filling the well of life.

We pour out so much of ourselves. We grow weary. But it’s in those moments of weakness that we realize our own strength is insufficient. We let go of our selfish desires. We re-evaluate, re-commit, re-energize.

We pour out our sadness. We pour out our joy. We pour out our hurt. We pour out our emotions.

And in turn, we are filled with more of the Lord.

Weeping may come for the night, but joy will come in the morning. Pass through that valley of Baca, but don’t stay there. Fill your well and then use it to bless others.

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee.”
Psalms 30:11-12a

Why do we cry? So that we can better praise the Lord. We can sing of his mercies, his grace, his peace. We can tell others of his great love and unending joy. We can speak of his countless blessing, of his immeasurable grace, his physical provision.

Weep and fill your well. Then lower that bucket, scoop up the living water, and share it with others.

The Valley of Baca

The Read Aloud Mom

Five years ago, when my son was only a few months old, I decided we needed to get out of the house. It had been a long winter with a newborn and spring was just starting to stretch it’s fingers into frozen Michigan. Armed with coats, blankets, a baby and a book under my arm, I marched out into our yard.

As I spread the blanket across the ground, the grass was just starting to turn from brown to green. The tree we were laying under was beginning to shoot forth tiny buds that would quickly turn into leaves of shade for me and my son. Birds that had been gone for months were beginning to return and their lovely song could be heard despite the still chilly temps. Life was beginning to bloom again… and little did I know it, life for us was starting to awake to something beautiful as well!

If people could have seen me, they probably would have thought I was crazy. Here I was laying on the ground with my tiny human who only a few weeks before would have been considered a newborn and I was opening The Book of Virtues. If you’ve never seen this book, I can only liken it’s size to that of the Bible or a dictionary or a commentary. It’s massive. Definitely not something you would think of reading to a young child.

But here I was reading a book with no pictures to my son. I knew he still couldn’t see much at this age, but I knew he could hear my voice. And so it was that over the next several months, I read him things like excepts from The Declaration of Independence, letters from Martin Luther King Jr., stories about Thomas Edison and countless poetries.

He would lay there and watch the branches of the tree dance above him and coo quietly. From the day he was born, everyone said he was an old soul, wise beyond his years. When he looked at you, it was as if he was looking into your soul, like he could see something inside of you that even YOU didn’t know existed.

At the time, I didn’t know that the 1985 Commisssion of Reading declared, “The single most important activity for building the knowledge required for eventual success in reading is reading aloud to children.” All I knew was that it seemed natural to me to read to my child. I felt it bonded us in a way that nothing else could.

Here we are 5 years later and I’m still reading… only now I’m reading to 3 kids. Sometimes they snuggle up with me. Sometimes they are playing quietly. Sometimes we TRY to read, but the wiggles don’t permit it. Sometimes we have great discussions about what we have read.

I recently learned that what I have found natural has a name:
– Reading our devotionals and memorizing scripture over breakfast is called a “Morning Basket.”
– Reading stories to my kids during lunch is called “Lunchtime Literature.”
– Reading books before bed is called a “Bedtime Story.”

I didn’t know these were “things.” I just simply did them because there was a bond for me and my children when we read! When conversations during dinner were taking a “less than pleasant” turn with body noises, laughter and not enough eating… I would pull out a book and begin to read. The kids would start eating and listen as I turned page after page. When the kids are overly tired and need to wind down for a rest time, I pull out a snack and a book and we unwind with our imaginations soaring to distant places.

Almost always when I put a book down, my kids beg for me to read another chapter or another book. I hope they always want to listen to mommy read. Even if they don’t, some of my fondest memories of motherhood so far involve a lap full of children and a book in my hands.

I recently picked up the book The Read Aloud Family, and while I haven’t finished it yet… I’m devouring it! Rather than showing me how important reading can be, its affirming what I already subconsciously knew… That reading to your children isn’t just about teaching them or making them smarter, it’s about creating a bond and making memories that last a lifetime.

“Reading aloud with our kids is indeed the best use of our time and energy as parents. It’s more important that just about anything else we can do.”
The Read Aloud Family