Right Here. Right Now.


Imagine sitting in your home right now.  The kids are watching cartoons after school.  Your teenager is doing homework.  The baby is playing near your feet.  Your body tells you to get up and make supper.  It’s that time.  Keep things normal.  Don’t panic. Don’t worry about the threats you have already received.

But you know that in a matter of a few hours your entire life could change.  You may be grabbing those emergency bags you packed and sliding into your garage so no one sees you get in your car. Or you have a friend on speed dial ready to come pick you and the children up and take you to an undisclosed location.

You aren’t in some Communist country waiting to get through the border.

This is your country.  The community that you love.  And now everything you know is threatened.

That is what every police wife in Ferguson, MO is facing right now. And not only does she fear for herself and her children; she has to worry about her husband more than she ever has.  Because he is out there at the front line of the threat, doing what he always does.  Protecting.

I can’t imagine. I hope I never have to.  But this grand jury decision will affect every law enforcement officer across the nation in some way.  They will all become a greater target as people decide to take the law in their own hands and serve their own justice.

So before you take that first bite of meatloaf tonight, before you say good night to your little ones, before you sit back with that last cup of coffee, bowl of popcorn, and the remote.

Please…..pray for Ferguson.


Word of God Speak

The words to this song are not unfamiliar to anyone who listens to contemporary Christian music. Thank you Casting Crowns!  There are many times I sing a song, and it’s simply that…singing.Even if I think it’s a great song and one I love to sing along with.  It’s still, just a song.  And then there are times when the music seeps so much deeper than that.  When it pierces your soul and you realize it is not just a song, it’s a sermon. It washes over you and you want to cry it out to the Lord as a prayer of praise and a prayer of petition. That’s where I am with this song right now.
Jesus never promised us sunshine and roses.  If you think He did, you missed the memo and signed on with the wrong King. Some hours are slow, some days are long, some weeks are hard, some years feel desperate. And Satan wants nothing more than for us to feel defeated. Because in some twisted way, he takes pleasure in the anxiety of the saints.  I guess since he knows the end of the story as well as we do, he’s getting all he can out of this life. And he wants the Church of Jesus to suffer.
There is sin all around us.  We live in Satan’s realm right now. But we have something the world doesn’t have, the power of the Holy Spirit!  It’s bigger than you could ever dream, stronger than you could ever imagine, and as a believer in Jesus Christ, He lives in you!  So, nothing that brings us down or makes us feel defeated can have any power greater than that Spirit! And while we may be disappointed for a little while here on earth, maybe in people, maybe in circumstances, we can wake up tomorrow, get in the Word, seek forgiveness if we need to, praise His name…
Because life is short and we all as followers of Jesus have the same mission-to grow in holiness in our own personal lives and to share the truth of the gospel, the only eternal saving power there is, with as many people as possible.  So maybe you need to be at a loss for words today. It’s okay. Shhhh…..Word of God…..speak.
I’m finding myself at a loss for words
And the funny thing is it’s okay
The last thing I need is to be heard
But to hear what You would say

Word of God speak
Would You pour down like rain
Washing my eyes to see
Your majesty
To be still and know
That You’re in this place
Please let me stay and rest
In Your holiness
Word of God speak

I’m finding myself in the midst of You
Beyond the music, beyond the noise
All that I need is to be with You
And in the quiet hear Your voice

No Way Satan!

When you reach the point you’re ready to give in, to give up, to call it quits, to move on and no, I’m not talking about marriage, although it could apply.  It doesn’t matter what the situation is really, the answer is the same:

Buck up sister and keep going!

This isn’t the time for sympathy or pity.  The situation we are in requires action, reaction, or even non-action.  How we handle the situation, what we do, and how we react is up to us.  The situation is definitely within our control.  So we have two choices:

We can let give in to the lies of the evil one who want to see the work of Jesus Christ crumble because he HATES Jesus.  He hates His Name.  And he hates those of us who are a part of Him.


We can turn around and slap Satan in the face and tell him, “No way!”

No way are you going to destroy what Jesus has patiently worked so hard to do in our life.

No way are you going to destroy what the Holy Spirit has been doing in our heart.

No way are you going to destroy what the Father has been doing in His work in His Church for His Kingdom.

So the choice is up to us.  We can wallow in self pity and doubt and discouragement and let Satan feel he has the victory….


We can immerse ourselves in the Word of God, fall on our face before Him, cry out to our Father, pick ourselves up and give God the victory He deserves!

So let’s go already!



It’s Not For You


Sometimes I forget why I do what I do.  I’m like everyone else.  I want people to like me.  I don’t want to be the one around the cooler being talked about unless it’s to say, “Gee, that Amy’s a pretty nice gal.”

But this song was shared this morning by my niece.  I had “heard” it before, but today I really heard it.  Every diaper I have changed, every spanking I have given, every doughnut I have purchased, every kiss I have  given, every card I have written, every song I sing, every hand I raise, every word I write, every Word I read….

It isn’t for you.

It’s for Him.

And for that I don’t ever need to apologize unless what I do does not bring glory to Him.  So I will never please everyone, we shouldn’t even try.  Our audience is much smaller….

And SO much bigger….

Than that. Because He first loved me, He will be my first love.

So I sang along this morning with this song and I wept.  For worrying about things that are out of my control.  For limiting my BIG God to a tiny box.  For expecting humans to have some heavenly quality that only satisfies my needs and my expectations.  Forgive me, Lord.

You are so much bigger than that.

Our God is Greater..

God loves me.  How much?  Enough to send His only Son to die for me.

Me.  Just a product of a fallen Adam and a fallen Eve.  A product of a flawed school system and imperfect parents who knew they were imperfect and thus had a need of a Savior.

Sounds pretty depressing, huh?  Ah, but then comes the redemption! The heart of the story!  The pulse to the life!  The point at which the light of the gospel came to earth knowing the plan and came anyway!

And yet here I sit.  Worrying that maybe, just maybe, He isn’t aware of what’s going on around me.

I’m pretty sure the Savior of the world who cares enough to number the hairs on my head and my days, who left His heavenly throne to give me eternal life, and who allows me to feel His presence….I’m pretty sure He’s aware of my tiny little circumstance.  And  I’m pretty sure He wants me to get over myself.  To live for more.  To live for Him.

“When I think of my salvation experience, I think of being delivered from sin and gaining personal holiness.  But salvation is so much more!  It means that the Spirit of God has brought me into intimate contact with the true Person of God Himself…

To say that we are called to preach holiness or sanctification is to miss the main point.  We are called to proclaim Jesus Christ.”

Oswald Chambers

Time to take my temperature.  Am I spending too much time worrying about and pointing out people’s sin?  Or pointing them to Christ?


Be Part of the Resistance

There’s a simple sermon to be preached: “Resist the devil and he will flee from you.”

Whatever sin you are entangled in: sexual immorality, gossip, pride, hate, prejudice, addiction, disrespect, bitterness, anger…there’s a cure for that.

“Resist the devil and he will flee from you.”

Whatever low down feeling you have of yourself right now: guilt, self disrespect, self loathing, unworthiness…there’s a cure for that.

“Resist the devil and he will flee from you.”

He’s not going to go away if we let him stay.  He’s sure not going to go away if we give him a place at our table, a seat on our sofa, a bed in our spare room.  He’s going to make himself an honored guest and just like the landlords in Pacific Heights (a movie I watched a long time ago lol), getting him out won’t be nearly as easy as letting him in.

So before he makes himself at home in your life…

“RESIST the devil and he will flee from you.”

“Resist the DEVIL and he will flee from you.”

“Resist the devil and he WILL flee from you.”

“Resist the devil and he will flee from YOU!”

To Everything There is a Season

What a twisty turn of events today was.  At 11:00 we laid a sweet friend to rest after his courageous battle with cancer.  It is sad to say good bye but yet it was a joyous occasion.  There was the talk of hope that we will see him again and we will all have our resurrected bodies some day.  There was talk of hope that his faith has now become sight as he sees Jesus face to face.  There was hope as we sang “Trading My Sorrows.”  There was rejoicing and laughter as we fellowshipped together over delicious love-prepared food.  There was love and laughter through hugs with his family.

And at the same time we were weeping tears of sorrow another good friend of mine was weeping tears of joy as she met a sister no one (including her dad) knew she had for the first time! Now this woman, my friend’s sister, who has no parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles or siblings has found a new family with seven siblings, nieces, and nephews.  And my friend’s entire family, including her mother, are overjoyed to welcome this new sibling into their life!

Ah, God’s plans are amazing.  We need to constantly be reminded that time is an earthly concept (created by God, of course) out of God’s realm.  He doesn’t work in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or years.  He works in God time.

And to everything there is a season.

Just 99 Days to Go

My 13-year-old has challenged me to join her in writing 100 words for 100 days.  Sounds easy.  I mean, I LOVE to talk.  I LOVE to write too!   But with writing comes a commitment issue. Amidst my day of teaching American Government, Physical Science, and Phonics I have hundreds of ideas running through my brain.  Things I want to say that NEED to get out!  But then when I think about sitting down to put them on paper…well, that’s another concept altogether.  Because when I have a spare 42 minutes, let me tell ya I’m thinking a hot cup of joe and an episode of “Emergency!”

Amazingly, though, this simple paragraph above already put me at my 100-word goal for today!

The fantastic thing about a blog rather than sitting across the table from me is you can click that little red X in the corner to shut. me. up!

So, I hope you’ll join me over the next 99 days as I seek to share about my life growing up, as a preacher’s kid, my love story, how God sustained my husband through some hairy experiences in the military and law enforcement, and a general day-to-day synopsis of our boring but blessed beyond belief life! And my highest goal is that you will see Jesus seeping out through every word! For it is only by His grace I even woke up on this earth this morning!

The Boots at the End of My Bed

There’s a pair of boots at the end of my bed

They aren’t turquoise, lime green, or fire engine red

They aren’t for splashing in puddles or stomping through the snow

They aren’t for looking fashionable, for heaven’s sakes, no.

They carry with them a burden, sometimes heavy, sometimes light

To stand up for the least of these to always do what’s right.

They carry to a place that many would dare not go

They carry heavy feet and legs to sometimes communicate woe

But the boots at the end of my bed aren’t always a sorrowful thing

Sometimes they carry feet and legs that have a happy spring

A rescued child, a spouse thought lost, an accident victim now safe

A word of thanks, a wave, a smile or a gift card to his favorite place

I’m thankful for the pair of boots at the end of my bed

They carry daily the man I love under whose direction I am led

And now I pray for those wives filled with sorrow whose memories fill their head

Who would give anything for a chance to see the man in the boots at the end of her bed.

First Day of First Grade Fail

This picture just makes me chuckle.  Because it is such a joke!  LOL

I think about how we present our lives on Facebook and what is reality.  Earlier I posted an adorable picture of my little guy doing his spelling. Looks great, huh?  In reality we had a stinky first day of first grade.  Not because I didn’t do MY part mind you.  I was up an hour early doing MY thing.

To start it off, I had to leave for a funeral at 9:15.  I made tapioca and raspberries which he didn’t like.  I had to rush out before I forced it down him or made him something else.  By the time I got home he was knee deep in Lincoln Logs.  No problem, that is a great learning tool all round. But when it was time for some seat work, trust me it’s minimal, he  fidgeted, chatted, whined and cried through it all except math and history, which I read WHILE he played Lincoln Logs.  He didn’t write out all his spelling words, what he did was super sloppy, and we never even got to Phonics! I was sure it would happen after supper.  But then Daddy had to drop our dog off about 40 miles away and guess who wanted to ride along?

So, there is nothing fabulous to share about our first day of first grade.  I can’t tell you how amazing it was, how much fun it was, and how MUCH I am looking forward to doing it again tomorrow.  And if all home schoolers were honest, we’d all admit we have those days.  There are days you want to throw in the towel.  Now, mind you, I don’t want to put him on the big yellow bus, but THOSE days I do want to sit him in front of Netflix.  All. day. Long. Guilt free.

But, I can tell you this….I will do it again. Because tomorrow is a new day and thankfully His mercies are NEW every MORNING!