Wake up my Heart!

Yesterday at church the sermon was on the moment in Acts when the Holy Spirit descends. And the focus was not so much on that amazing arrival, but on what the first act was. Instead of the parting of a river, or the healing of diseases, the first act the Holy Spirit brought about was having people understand each other. The very first act of the Holy Spirit was to bring about community for those who were otherwise separated into groups based on language. Friends. If this is the very first thing the Holy Spirit did; don't you think we should learn from it? We live in a time when separation and division in the church are all I see. And that division hurts my heart. Because if the Holy Spirit meant for us to simply be able to be   with each other and understand each other's words; the hope of the Father is that in that understanding, we love each other. I like to live and breathe in 1 John. And there, we learn, "And he has given us this command: if anyone loves God he must ...

It has been a LONG time. But the Holy Spirit is nudging. Pestering me, really, and I know it won't stop until I put this to "paper" if you will! This is yet another post meant to encourage you mama's out there who, like me, feel like you are failing on a daily basis. The biggest desire of my heart is for my son to know Jesus. And in order for him to do this, I try really hard to demonstrate that love. I fail. Every. Single. Day. I yell too much. I put too much pressure on my kid. I don't take enough times for hugs. I forget to pray in front of him. I am not always full of joy. And I think that those negative things above are the things the my son focuses on. But, thanks to his amazing heart and the grace of God, they are NOT! Last night my insightful kiddo asks me out of the blue who I want to be like when I grow up. I love this to no end because it means he thinks I'm not grown up!! My answer is immediate. Lynda Thompson. That woman has more love in...

In the last few years I have learned to trust God. Pretty implicitly. For my own well being and for life in general. Granted, to learn this, I had to be broken. Then, I had to rise with a different sense of the word "dependent." When it comes to my son, however, I'm still not there. I start sentences with phrases with conjunctions. "I trust God, but..." It's kind of ridiculous how we like to hold on to things we think of as our own, isn't it?! Why in the world do I doubt the God of the universe when it comes to knowing what is best for my son when I can so easily, every day, turn my own life over to Him? And the answer is pretty simple. I don't want my son to get hurt. Physically, sure, but what seems to be the problem of late is an emotional heartbreak that I cannot fix. Do you know the pain of not being able to help your child process something? MAN! I've been wrestling with this because my heart seems to be healed from something that my ...