Thursday, April 28, 2011


Since February I've be preparing for today. Dreading this day actually and that made me sad because today is my birthday. I've always loved birthdays and celebrate for several days leading up to the big day, but this year was going to be different. This year my birthday was suppose to be filled with things that are far from cause for celebration.

I've been praying about this day for two months, asking for God's will to prevail and deeply longing for His guidance to get me through the day. I've asked countless people to pray for this day. Understanding that on this day something else trumps my birthday.

Now let me just tell you that I turn 35 today...a milestone in one's life. It's a big deal if I do say so myself. To some it's not a good moment, but to me it's awesome. Life for me just keeps getting better, my relationships grow deeper and I feel better in my skin as I grow older. Leading up to today I should be living it up, preparing for a fantastic day, instead I've been preparing for something else.

Then the call came.

What I've been needing to prepare for is no longer happening; at least not today, it'll happen some other day. At first total frustration took over and I kept saying "I just want it to be over!" but this morning as I lay in my bed pondering the fact that it's my birthday and I'm now officially 35 all I could think was look how God answers prayers.

This day has turned out to be wonderful, spending it with my mom shopping and being able to just focus on it being my birthday and now to end the day spending it with my children and my Charlie Brown. "On this day God thought enough of you to create you"...words spoken by the one man that has truly and unconditionally loved me, words I heard as I prepared for the day, words that God used to remind me that yes he hears how important this day is to me...because it reminds me of my value in Him.

So happy birthday to me! Thank you God for allowing me this moment and bring on the next 35 years baby!

Monday, April 25, 2011

The Little Things

Two years ago we moved into the house we currently live February. It snowed all night, the night before, and I woke up to it still snowing. I began to pray before I even got out of bed that it would stop snowing just long enough for us to get moved, then I didn't care if it snowed the rest of the day! We began to load the first truck at 9:05am 9:04 it had stopped snowing. We finished the last load at 12:00 started snowing again at 12:30. That's right, it didn't snow one flake the entire time we moved! Little on God's radar, huge on mine!

I remember hearing a story when I was a little girl about my grandpa. He was a preacher but he was also in construction. I heard the story that he and his workers had poured a foundation for a building and before it had time to set a threat of rain came; my grandpa had his workers join him to surround this foundation and begin to pray over it, asking God to keep the rain from it. It rained all around them, but not on the foundation! Little on God's radar, huge on my grandpa's!

I don't think we have any problem going to God with what we think are big problems, we don't have any trouble crying out to him in times of our deepest needs. And we don't seem to have any problem giving Him the credit when something huge happens that can't seem to be explained any other way outside of a miracle.

But what about the small things? The small problems. The small miracles. Small to do they matter to God? Should we bother Him with our "stupid little issues"? Should we think that He'll take the time to do something about ANYTHING we talk to Him about?


“The Father has loved us so much that we are called children of God. And we really are his children” (1 John 3:1). His children. If you've accepted Christ as your Savior, then you're a Child of God. And as His child, He cares about what you care about. Even the little things. Don't we as parents care about what matters to our own children? If they come to us with a worry, with a desire, with a goal don't we spend time talking with them about it, helping them figure out how to achieve it, the steps needed to make it happen? Well...again I remind us of what it says right there IN THE BIBLE...“The Father has loved us so much that we are called children of God. And we really are his children” (1 John 3:1).

So, yes talk to God about the little things. If it's important to you it's important to Him! And then, give Him the credit when it works out!!

Friday, April 22, 2011

Another Holiday

Today is Good Friday. We get the day off work, off school, the day to just be...but why? How many of us take the time to really think about why we have this day off? How many take advantage of the day, but not advantage of the reason? How many of us call ourselves Christian yet do nothing more than just say "I believe"?

Sunday is THE reason. Sunday is THE why.

I've worked really hard to get to where I am today, to become the woman I am. A lot of time, a lot tears, a lot of conversations, and a lot of silent moments. But all of that pales in thinking about why I'm a Christian. All of that pales when understanding the fact that as Jesus hung on that cross I was on his mind. Christ died for me. Christ rose for me. For you. For us.

I speak because it's the least I can do. My words have nothing to do with trying to change you, win you or prove you wrong. My words are spoken because of this weekend. Just believing isn't enough. Calling yourself a Christian isn't enough. Being happy to have the day off work isn't enough. This weekend is FOR us, it's because of us. This weekend is our gift and it wasn't intended to be placed on the shelf and looked at every now and then, like on holidays because it's what your suppose to do.

Believing, accepting, receiving...that will get you in. It will. But until that day comes that you need to get through the gates, until then...that's important too. Use the gift you've been given. Talk about, learn about it, feel it. Open your hands, open your heart, open your mouth and use the gift!! Otherwise, this is just another day, just another weekend, just another holiday.