Foaming at the mouth!

“Have you ever seen your mother foam at the mouth?”

This rhetorical question became the challenge of the day my children wholeheartedly took.

When I questioned this scheme Gabe responded, “You taught me to aim high mom.”blog 6-21

The rest of afternoon was filled with scream fest 2017(at least my kids are creative) and a surprise attack spray bottle game.  This game consisted of trying to catch someone off guard and spray them in the face, while of course squealing in delight.  No one could leave a room for fear of ambush.

I pray this over you and myself.

Colossians 1:11 (in quotations)

I pray: being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience” to carry out the plans He created for you before your birth.  May your patience and endurance run deeper and stronger than your to do list so that you might experience God’s joy in your everyday life. Help us to rest in your joy in all the moments of our lives. Thank You, Amen.

The What ifs???

Praise takes us from fear to expectancy.  The key is liberal doses of praise throughout the day.  Whether we feel like it or not- especially when we don’t feel like it.  When our minds want to wallow in the what ifs and the why can’t it be’s. Praise for what he has already done.repent

The truth is the moment our prayers were released God went into action.

Our burdens relinquished now become a part of God’s giant blueprints for our lives and lives of our families.

1 John 5:14-15 NIV

This is the confidence we have in approaching God; that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us.  And if we know that he hears us- whatever we ask-we know that we have what we asked of him.

 

 

 

Show up

 Show up in the storm.

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Never underestimate what your presence can do because you carry His presence wherever you choose to go.

Choose to be present in your friends storm. Don’t worry about the words you will say, just show up.

Being a mother is hard and sometimes it feels we are attacked by life’s storms on every side.

Show up.

1 Corinthians 3:16 Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in you?(ESV)

Mother Instinct- is it real?

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The twist of an ankle sent me crashing forward in space.  Abigail my two year old barely awoke snuggled into my neck “safe” in my arms.

Protective reactions created within us by God dictate my arms would shoot out in front of me to protect my body.  Instead, I tucked Abby in deeper and my elbows came up.  Instantaneously my body moved not by my will or by my might but instantaneously. I roll to my back as I writhe in pain Abigail remained snuggled. She finally fully awoke when two of my other children ran up the stairs and began shouting, “Are you okay?”

God created all of us with protective reactions to shield our heads from trauma.  My reactions of protecting Abigail went against my original creation design.  After this experience, I realized God changed my original creation design from protecting me into protecting my children.  He created within me new mother protective reactions.

This thought blew up in my mind. If He can create the ability within me, to do what is best for my children, without thinking, and without effort, maybe I should ask Him to do this in other areas of my life.

  • Lord Jesus, come in to my mother’s decisions
  • Lord Jesus, come in to the discipline of my children
  • Lord Jesus, come in to my mothering conversations
  • Lord Jesus, come in to my marriage
  • Lord Jesus, come in to my workplace

 

There is no place that the Lord cannot transform- no place, except that which we hold back from Him because of our own misguided will. Release your will from the areas of your life God wants to touch.

Psalm 139:7-12 (NIV)

 Where can I go from your Spirit?     Where can I flee from your presence?  If I go up to the heavens, you are there;     if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.  If I rise on the wings of the dawn,     if I settle on the far side of the sea,  even there your hand will guide me,     your right hand will hold me fast.  If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me     and the light become night around me,”  even the darkness will not be dark to you;     the night will shine like the day,     for darkness is as light to you.

 

Prayer: Lord Jesus, I release my will from every area of my life that You want access to. Please, create a switch with in my mind that my very instincts, the reactive part of my being be transformed and conformed to the mind of Christ.  Align the very synapsis of my brain to the Word and Will of God so that I am unable to react in a way that deviates my actions from Christ.  Let it be.  Thank you, Jesus.  Amen

 

Join me in this leap of faith- believe that Christ can do what He says.

Stop hiding and begin enjoying your freedom, bought and paid for by Christ.

Have you ever had a supernatural mother experience? I would love to hear about it.

 

Mother’s heart

 

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“Thwang.” A giant drum spins and drives its timber into my heart cavity releasing a devastating quake into my mother’s heart.  An agitated, twittering flutter emerges where once a strong steady beat resided. This unnatural vibration of the heart sets into motion frantic thoughts.

            A simple statement of fact regarding a lack of a skill in one of my sons left me deadened for hours.  Dread settles in. The “what ifs?”-emerge.  What if he never improves?  What will he look like as an adult?  All the while, the other side of my heart wants to fully experience the gift of motherhood without undue expectations and worry.  How do you reconcile these two distinctly different realities? How do you operate with a divided heart?

As I struggle to breathe, a prayer escapes me.  “Lord Jesus, I can’t bear this.  I don’t have a clue on what to do to relieve this pain and to make the correct choices not based on fear but on Truth.”

As I let go, I feel the crashing- thudding weapon formed against my mother’s heart begin to dismantle.  I understand that God loves my children more than I do.  That this skill was improving and that if I laid this problem in God’s hand the solution would continue to unfold.  The moment I grab it back, it arrests the work that God is doing.  In the past fear had frozen me, forcing me into a sick dance from in-action to frantic ineffective action.  I cannot find balance alone.  There is no balance in my own mind or heart.  Desperate I release to Jesus and start the road to healing.

(I encourage you to proclaim this prayer out- loud over your life)

Prayer: Great is the glory of the Lord and forever He does reign.  His sovereign hand is on my heart and in my children’s lives.  I cannot save my children or myself my help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.  I proclaim and declare trust in the living God- Jesus Christ.  Have Your way in my life.  Restore my family to their original creation design.  Enlighten the eyes of my heart so that I might hear from You and that I might begin to grow in the knowledge of Your majesty and understand my own standing in Your kingdom.  Thank you, Jesus.  Amen

Ephesians 1:17-20 (NIV)

I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give you the Spirit [of wisdom and revelation, so that you may know him better. I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people,  and his incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is the same as the mighty strength he exerted when he raised Christ from the dead and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly realms,

 

Truth

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            I wince as high heeled strappy shoes bite my heels.  I kneel to rub and find relief.  As I straighten I see my old friend’s husband he stands frozen as wedding guests whizz past him oblivious to the gaiety around.

“Hi, how’s it going?” I inquire. He startles; recognition uncurls. The weight of his 6 foot- 4- inch frame crashes into mine. Unaware of the awkwardness of the embrace, he remains motionless.

“Where’s your wife?” I probe.  Composure crumbles.  Reeling, my held breathe escapes as I prop him onto a high stool.  The moment his body touches the support, he spews forth his daughter’s neuro-psychologist report. It’s devastating.  Number after number daggers of 40 and 45 pierce him as he spoke, his face contorted with pain.  He manages to say his wife left them unable to deal with “such” a damaged child.  He was left to stand in the wake.

Silent, I unfold a scrap of well-worn paper with a simple drawing which had brought profound relief and healing to me.

His eyes transfix on the picture as I smooth it against the crisp white table cloth.

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Time stops, my voice a whisper. All the while, the celebration continues around us.

“Your child and the fullness of her beauty did not change upon the addition of a number given to you by some human paid to quantify and qualify life.  No where in creation is there a number written on a child.  Numbers and labels spoken to you are not to be written into her heart or, yours.

You will see but a glimpse of the beauty she possesses here on earth. The depths of her is yet to be revealed.

Each person is created before time, knit together in love and sent to fulfill their own purpose.  Her purposes are not your own.  Do not be confused; your daughter does not belong to you; she is a gift given only for a moment by a great and glorious God for His perfect will.

I unfold the rest of the picture.  It’s edges crackle, reluctant to expose its treasure.

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“Consider the rest of the picture she is not left alone to drift. The stem travels down strong and steady with one purpose to find strength rooted and grounded in Christ.  See the roots, as she withstands adversity; they grow deeper.  I tell you there are not many on this earth who will have as strong of roots as hers.”

Do you see a place on this flower for a number?  Would you damage its flawlessness to etch into its delicate petals?  No, let her beauty stand as a testimony to the great God who gave you her.” I implore.

His red eyes scraped mine, searching “What purposes- what are you talking about?  Did you not hear her IQ scores; 40, 45, 50? What can God do with that?” His arms fall in defeat, they crash against the table, the paper stands.

I push on as I recall the discovery of this truth for my own life, it unfolds as I speak- a crackle of pain emerges.

“Each person is sent to their own specific people group only they can reach.  Can you touch the hearts of all the therapist and evaluators with your courage?  Can you lift up someone with a flash of your smile?  Why are you remarkable?  Her very existence and valor to conquer each and every challenge is an inspiration.   Can you reach other people who are mentally challenged- will they trust you and know your common struggle?”

“She can do that and more.  Your wife will miss out on daily miracles; you will be gifted to see.  Your daughter will reach many, not despite her numbers but because of them.  There was no mistake made, only a miracle.  Receive the miracle and participate in the joy.”

I press the folded paper reduced to a 4 by 2 inch rectangle into his hand and walk away, praying it would expand to cover his heart and hers.  I do not look back I no longer need the paper, the truth is etched within me.©

Despair….meets mercy

        “Heather, why are you surprised when the lost, act lost?” My wise pastor retorts, to my lament of a co-workers outrageous behavior.

Perhaps, today you are in the same place I am, shaking your head at the outlandish, childish behavior, on every channel.  All over the news, we see people operating from utter despair and desperation.

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I ask you, why are you surprised when the lost, act lost?

Let us put away our unbelief and realize what is before us- Revival.  See the opportunity!  Meet despair with mercy. Provide the hope they desperately need, eternal hope in Jesus Christ.

Reach out your hand and lift the “lost” brother off the ground into eternal relationship with Christ.

Lord Jesus, help me to not see those in despair, acting out violently as a thing of contempt, but rather as a person in need of a Savior.  Remind us they are a glimpse of our own hearts before salvation. Desperate for stability- their trust in man has failed. Help us to walk out and speak out the gospel on the streets and in our workplace.  Embolden us to reach out to those in despair with compassion and gentleness of heart.  Let Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.  Amen

The harvest is ripe- we prayed for revival and it is upon us.  Do not walk away from this gift.  Take your place in the ranks of the harvesters for Christ.

Thank you- Pastor Kurt Verhoeven