The Perfect Gift…

Years ago, I received a small ceramic nativity set in a game of Dirty Santa. It had Jesus in the manger, Mary and Joseph, a small shed with a star on top, one shepherd, one sheep, one king, and one donkey. It wasn’t fancy, expensive, or even colorful, but it was the perfect size to pack and carry with me to my new home in South Africa. That little nativity set out year-round in every home we lived in until December 2020.

When we left eSwatini in April 2020, we thought we would be back no later than October, but God had spoken to our hearts that we would not be going back onto the mission field. Brett and I came to terms with this and worked to find someone to hold some of our belongings for a couple from a team to bring back to us and to find someone to sell the rest of our things. There were several things we wanted to be sure we got back: my elephant mug from Starbucks that my brother, Joe, gave me before we left, our camera, binoculars, and important documents. But somehow, I forgot to put my little nativity set on the list, so it didn’t come home. I have longed for a simple nativity since, every year going out and trying to find one with no luck.

Every time I would go out to look for a little nativity scene, I would call or message my daughter, Hannah, and say, “I wish I could find a nativity! I don’t want a fancy one; I want a simple one like I had in Africa, and I want Jesus to have a little color because he is of Middle-Eastern descent, and they have color to their skin.” Hannah always understood this moment, even though she had heard it every year…for four years!

So what did my beautiful daughter do? She took it upon herself to make me a nativity, and oh, how precious it is! Each piece is put together with time, yarn, wood, glue, and love. This gift is absolutely priceless!

I could have purchased a nativity from the store, with every single piece perfectly painted and with little personality. But this little nativity has personality! The donkey’s head is turned in a way that says, “I’m sorry, who exactly are you to come rolling up in my stable?” The cow has one horn turned up and the other turned down, which made me laugh because when we would leave Kruger Park, we would always look for the “domestic bovine” with the horns that were all cattywampus. The little sheep, bless him, looks a little like a giant mole, we all laughed about this because I had actually thought she had made an elephant…the Bible does not specifically name any animals so it could have been an elephant! And the baby Jesus looks a little like a half opened peanut….

…see…I told you!

Some of you may be thinking, “Why would she pick this gift apart and tell us the “imperfections?” I’ll tell you why. Because these are not “imperfections” in my eyes but they are what make this gift uniquely mine. Hannah will never make another set that looks exactly like one. Sure, you can purchase the factory-made, perfectly painted nativity and have something that is what others would call aesthetically pleasing and looks just like a thousand other ones, or you can have one no one else in the world has…I prefer this one! Why? Because it reminds me that although I am no where near perfect, Jesus, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, still came to a manger, walked a sinless life among the sin-filled, was crucified on a cross, rose again, and is seated at the right hand of the Father ever making intercession for his redeemed, still no where near perfect daughter, me.

What is the Report…

…about you? Take a moment to read 3 John (NIV) below and consider the report that John received from fellow believers about Gaius’ hospitality and love and Diotrephe’s lack of hospitality and love.

The elder,

To my dear friend Gaius, whom I love in the truth.

Dear friend, I pray that you may enjoy good health and that all may go well with you, even as your soul is getting along well. It gave me great joy when some believers came and testified about your faithfulness to the truth, telling how you continue to walk in it.

Dear friend, you are faithful in what you are doing for the brothers and sisters, even though they are strangers to you. They have told the church about your love. Please send them on their way in a manner that honors God. It was for the sake of the Name that they went out, receiving no help from the pagans. We ought therefore to show hospitality to such people so that we may work together for the truth.

I wrote to the church, but Diotrephes, who loves to be first, will not welcome us. So when I come, I will call attention to what he is doing, spreading malicious nonsense about us. Not satisfied with that, he even refuses to welcome other believers. He also stops those who want to do so and puts them out of the church.

Dear friend, do not imitate what is evil but what is good. Anyone who does what is good is from God. Anyone who does what is evil has not seen God. Demetrius is well spoken of by everyone-even by the truth itself. We also speak well of him and you know that our testimony is true.

I have much to write to you, but I do not want to do so with pen and ink. I hope to see you soon, and we will talk face to face.

Peace to you. The friends here send their greetings. Greet the friends there by name.

Have you ever said, “Sure, you can come stay with me for the weekend, or I’ll host a few people from the mission team coming in?” And then, once the words come out of your mouth, your brain starts to run wild with all the things you need to do….Clean the bathroom, make the beds with fresh sheets, go buy coffee, coffee filters, I wonder if they like eggs, I wonder what kind of chocolate they like, and on and on the list goes.

And then when they leave, your brain starts again…they said they had a great time but I wonder if they’re just saying it to make me feel good, did they really feel welcome in my home, what can I do better next time and the list goes on and on.

Right in the middle of all the questioning, you get a text from your pastor, and they say, “Wow, you really knocked it out of the park! My phone just blew up asking if they can stay with you next year. Thank you for opening your home and loving on people!” Suddenly, you go from questioning to feeling encouraged, and although you are exhausted and know you have to clean the sheets and the bathrooms, you have an unexpected energy that hits you and before you know it, you’re reading your house for the next guest.

Those who stayed with Gaius reported to John how Gaius had treated them with warmth and the love of Christ while they were with him. Gaius was willing to face reprimands from Diotrephes, who apparently did not show Christ’s love to fellow believers. At least, that’s how I read it.

So, here’s the question, what is being said about you? Are your co-workers going home and talking about how you have shown them love and hospitality, or are they going home and complaining about you? Is your family always complaining about how selfish you are, or are they telling people you are there to help in any way you can? And trust me, I am not just asking you the question! Reading 3 John had me asking myself these very same questions. I want to be sure I have a heart like Gaius. Willing to show love to those around him and not a prideful heart like Diotrephes who gossiped and refused to welcome fellow believers.

If you’re unsure about where your heart is, ask the Lord. He will answer! Then, be vulnerable with someone you know you can trust and ask them to hold you accountable for how you treat people. I know he has revealed some things to me, and I am working on them!

One last note…if you are interested in opening up your home to host someone and you’re not really sure what to do, I would suggest talking with my friend Kim Tucker. She is a Gaius if ever there was one!

The Power of Words

In my very first semester at Southeastern University, I had to write a paper on the power of the written word, from a Christian perspective. I cried several times throughout the writing of the paper as I was learning things such as how to write a cover page, set up proper margins, and properly cite quoted work. My first submission came back with a C and a note from the professor, “Let’s set up a time to talk.” My second submission came back with a B+ and a note, “Almost there! I know you have an A in you! If you fix the areas I’ve highlighted, you will make that A!” I fixed the areas and submitted the paper one last time, A+ and a note from the professor, “Now you’re on the right foot!” Following is the result of a patient professor who knew words of encouragement were needed!

From the very beginning of time, it was the spoken word that created the world and gave it life. It was also the spoken word that brought death to a perfect creation. God had given a mandate to Adam, he could eat of any tree in the garden, except the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Upon eating this tree, he would surely die. The enemy didn’t use an earthquake to get Eve’s attention, he used the power of words. Looking at today’s world you can see that he’s still up to his old tricks. This is why Christians need to understand the power of their words, whether written or spoken. In an article for Christianity Today, Meadow Rue Merrill writes,

For the Christian writer, the worth of our work does not lie in the marketability of our words or in what honors we may win; it lies in how our work furthers the kingdom of God. If our goal is to write a bestseller, we may achieve it. But if our goal is to write in response to the impulse of God, we may forgo temporal approval to achieve something far greater – or we may attain both. The result of our work is beyond our control. As Christians, we are simply called to be faithful.[1]

When Brett and I became missionaries, I started this blog with the sole purpose of telling the stories of our daily lives. I didn’t want to make money or a have huge following, I just wanted a way to express myself. It was in the writing of the blog that I realized just how powerful our words are and the effects that our words have on others. We had just been through an extremely hard season in eSwatini when I sat down at the kitchen table and penned these words;

Where Are You Lord?

Oh Lord, where are you in the midst of my drowning? The waves continually crash over me, dragging me to the rocky, murky bottom. The coral that you created to have beauty, is ripping me to pieces with their sharp, jagged edges. My feet are caught between rocks and my body is being wrapped up in the kelp as the waves continue to push me downward into the abyss. My lungs fight for air as my heart burst and is broken over the words, “The baby has died.” Oh Lord, where are you” Wave after wave after wave has pushed me further and further and further under. I grab, I reach, I strain for someone to pull me up, but there is no one there. They are all safely tucked away in their boats of safety, behind their wall of, “Why should I care, she chose this life.” I can no longer fight, I release the breath that I’ve been holding. I give up. Oh Lord, where are you? And then I look up. A strong arm! A mighty arm! You are here! Here in the midst of the mighty storm that seeks to drown me. Here! My very present help in time of need. Here! Saying, “Peace! Be still!” You are speaking words to my heart that only I can hear. You restore my torn and battered flesh. You breathe your breath of life into my lungs. You gently gather every shattered piece of my heart and lovingly put it back together. You pull me onto your lap and continue to speak words of encouragement and refreshing to me. You are mine. You are beautiful. I will never leave you. You are priceless. You did not fail. You are my beloved. Be healed.

These written words poured out in a moment of despair, and helped others find healing in their grief. I was overwhelmed that my words had held such power. However, to show how words can also lead to death, I must also share the following.

While serving in Africa, we found out just how strong the power of words, especially curses, can actually be. We worked with a young woman who had a beautiful daughter. When her daughter was one, she found out she was pregnant again. Her neighbors were not happy that she got pregnant “so soon” after her firstborn and they spoke curses over her. “I curse you and tell you that this baby will die.” Though she is a Christian, she took these words to heart and indeed, her baby died. This is the reason that most African women don’t tell anyone that they are pregnant, nor do they talk about it. And no one touches a pregnant woman’s belly. The belief is that if someone touches the belly they will put a curse on the mother and the baby and these curses cannot be broken. The power of words is that strong.

Matthew 12:36-37 I tell you, on the day of judgment people will give account for every careless word they speak, for by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned. I know that this scripture especially states words they speak, but I believe that the written word also falls into this. It is a heavy thing to know that we will give account for every idle word. When we write we must pay attention to our words and make sure that they are words of life and not death.

“We never know – perhaps the seeds we sow in our writing and our teaching of writing will someday bear fruit.”[2] Icy Lee.

[1] Meadow Merrill, “The How and Why of Writing as a Christian,” Christianity Today, December 11, 2019. Accessed, April 17, 2021. https://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2019/december-web-only/write-better-andrew-lepeau-editor-intervarsity.html?utm_medium=widgetemail

[2] Icy Lee, “Living Out the Christian Faith in the Writing Classroom,” International Journal of Christianity & English Language Teaching, Volume 2, March 2015.

Psalm 16:11

Original post 8/31/2016

Psalm 16:11 You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

There are three very precious promises in this one verse!

1. He makes known to us the path of life.

In life, we are constantly making decisions. Some we can make without even thinking…like coffee or tea, cake or pie…these are simple because we know what we like and we know what we want. Then, we have the life-changing, path-altering decisions that require prayer and hearing His voice clearly. We don’t necessarily want or desire to make these decisions, but we must. This promise lets us know that He will make the correct path known. I think this takes a lot of the stress out of it. He will speak and make it clear to us so that we know that we are in the right place. So, having trouble figuring out what to do? Lean in and listen. He will make your path known!

2. There is fullness of joy in His presence.

Fullness of joy! Not happiness, joy. Happiness is an external feeling, but joy is what we can have in the midst of trials. Joy that is full! I have people tell me all the time, “You’re too happy in the morning. Are you always this upbeat?” I am high-energy and upbeat, but my joy is anchored in His presence. Now, are you struggling to find your joy? My advice? Spend time in His presence and allow Him to fill you up!

3. At His right hand are pleasures forevermore.

Wow! Pleasures forevermore! God gave us such pleasures to enjoy…our families, silly kid grins, laughter, animals, coffee, cake…so many pleasures. However, the greatest pleasure that He gave us is Jesus. You know, Jesus sits at the Father’s right hand, and in Jesus, we have the joy of being forgiven, salvation, health, redemption, adoption, and belonging! What beautiful pleasures we can enjoy!

Father, bless those who read this today. Make known the path that You have for each of them and each member of their family. As they spend time in Your presence, fill them with a joy that overflows into all they do. Allow waves of joy to break over each of them, drowning them in your love and laughter. Remind us that in Jesus, we have such beautiful pleasures already paid for through His death and resurrection. Jesus, thank You for freely giving all! Holy Spirit, thank You for leading us in all we do this week. Thank You for making our lives joyful because of all You do and who You are. In Jesus name, Amen!

A Funny Thing Happened

…on the way to doing it my way.

Original post 8-16-2016

I had contacted everyone I knew by phone and on Facebook, Twitter, Google Plus, Instagram, and Brett’s favorite place, YouTwittFaceGram.com, yet all my efforts seemed to hit a wall. As I looked at my computer with dread, trying to find another way to write and share our story, I heard the Lord say, “Rest.”

“Seriously, God? Rest? May I take just a moment of your time and remind you that we have a budget that we need to come up with? May I also remind you that people are asking the extremely important question of, “when are you going back,” every Sunday? And! I remind you, I am ready to go back?! And now you’re telling me to rest?! What?!”

Now, before you judge me on my questions to God, please take a moment and think about the last time God told you to do something that you didn’t understand. Yep, hold that feeling right there! LOL!!

I love God, His mercy and grace, and His many chances with me! He lovingly, and I personally believe, there was a grin on his face when he said again, “Rest.” Well, okay. Exactly what does that mean? “It means rest. You’ve done all that you know to do to fundraise. You’ve done all that others have told you to do. You’ve listened to others’ ideas and opinions; now rest and listen to Me.”

So, with this word of the Lord in my heart, I have rested. I have sat in His presence. I have listened as He has filled my heart with goodness about who He is and who I am in Him. I have not written a letter to anyone, but Him, and I have filled my journal with sweet moments between me and my Rock. I have rested and in the midst of resting….

A funny thing happened!

Brett and I got news on Monday that shocked us and filled us with joy. We got the news that Chris and Kacy, our South African country directors with Children’s Cup, are stepping down with ‘Cup. This was the shocking part for us; yes, there were some tears. However!! God has spoken with Chris and Kacy about planting a church, which has filled us with great joy! You can read all about it here. We love this family and know that they are hearing and doing the will of God for their lives!

To answer the question that could be running rampant through your head now…YES! We are staying with Children’s Cup! Believe it or not, they like us and want us to be a part of the ‘Cup family!

As the day progressed, I had a doctor’s appointment to talk with the doctor about my skydiving injury. Okay, I wasn’t skydiving, but jumping in the pool. After an x-ray, it was determined that I had fractured my ankle. I didn’t break any major, weight-bearing bones but a tiny bone that attaches to a ligament. What does this mean you ask? This means a beautiful, fashionable black boot for the next four weeks. (It could have been worse!) The boot is for standing only and for short periods of time. The doctor wants me to continue using my incredibly stylish and fast scooter to give this ankle time to heal. Brett has been remarkable in making sure that I take care of myself. After thirty-one years of marriage, he very sweetly nicknamed me Turbo!

Needless to say, this had been an emotional, teary-eyed day. Things are changing in South Africa, we’re not there yet to walk it through with Chris and Kacy and I’m all laid up in this gorgeous, fashionable black boot….and then….

A funny thing happened!

God reminded me of exactly who He is and how He’s got this. As we sat and chatted with our son, Michael, Brett’s phone vibrated. Don’t ask me why, but I reached over and opened the email that had come in. It was an email from a pastor that we had met for lunch, visited the church twice, and had a ten-minute interview with their missions team. When we met with the missions team, I did not feel good about how it went because they didn’t ask questions! He told us he would email Brett later in the week to let us know yes or no. We already knew that this pastor has Monday off, so we weren’t looking for an email until later in the week. This church has partnered with us, and the amount is fantastic!

A funny thing happened!

As I sat there and read the email, I could feel God looking at me with a big ‘ole grin on His face, saying, “Daughter, I told you, rest and watch what I do.” And then it happened….tears of laughter and joy began to fall. I sat there and laughed at what God did and is doing on our behalf. He is opening doors, and He is making the way! And what am I doing? I am resting in His presence, listening to His voice, and reading His word with greater understanding. Did I mention that I’m resting?

A funny thing happened on this journey called life…

I rested from doing,

God showed Himself faithful, and then…

We laughed!

What Song Are You Listening To?

Original post 10/16/2015

When I was growing up, if I was in the car with my dad, the radio was on and we were singing with every song that came on (so y’all can blame it on him!). If we were in the grocery store and he wanted to sing a song about buying toilet paper, he sang it! He would make up songs about whatever came to mind. If someone said something like, “I feel good,” yep, we would break out with our best James Brown…don’t deny it, you just did the same thing!

I can hear a song and it will immediately take me back, Great Balls of Fire takes me to the first time Brett and I were riding with my dad at the beach and while Dad and I played the dashboard, Brett was lying on the floorboard trying not to be seen! When I hear Backfield in Motion or I Love Beach Music, I can close my eyes and see my mom and dad dancing the Carolina Shag or taking walks on the beach with my dad, riding in the back of a truck with my brothers going to the beach, going to softball games, little league games and Granite Lake and it makes me smile. I hear classical music and my mind drifts to going to sleep beside my mom when dad worked third shift. She would set the timer on the clock radio to 60 minutes and I’d drift off to sleep to Bach. And do you know what I drift off to when I fly? You got it, classical.

I’m guessing you’re wondering where this is going and I’m going to tell you right now. Just as these songs elicit memories that make me smile, there are also the songs that, if I’m not careful, I’ll play over and over in my mind that do not elicit smiles but questions about who I am. We all do it. We’ll tune into R.E.G.R.E.T radio and we’ll listen to the top 6 countdown…I Wish I Had, I Shoulda, I Could Have Done it Better, I’ll Never Make It, I’m Not Good Enough, and, my personal favorite, What If. The main problem with R.E.G.R.E.T radio, is that is owned and operated by the enemy of our soul, Satan, and his desire is to get you to play these same songs over and over and over, until they become your only sound track and you can’t hear what W.O.G.R…Word of God Radio…has to say.

W.O.G.R is playing tunes that uplift your soul and bring healing to the places that R.E.G.R.E.T radio doesn’t want you to get healing for. Let’s check out the top 10 songs on W.O.G.R!

10. Colossians 2:10 I am COMPLETE in Him Who is the head of all principality and power

9. Ephesians 2:5 I am ALIVE with Christ

8. Romans 8:2 I am FREE from the law of sin and death

7. Ephesians 1:4 / 1 Peter 1:16 I am holy and WITHOUT blame before Him in LOVE

6. Philippians 4:7 I have the PEACE of God that passes ALL understanding

5. 1 John 4:4 I HAVE the greater One living IN me; GREATER is He that is IN me than he that is in the world

4. Romans 5:17 I have received the gift of RIGHTEOUSNESS and reign as a king in life by Christ Jesus

3. Ephesians 2:10 I AM God’s workmanshsip, CREATED in Christ for good works

2. 2 Corinthians 5: I AM a NEW creature in Christ

1. Romans 8:37-39 No, in all these things we ARE more than conquerors through Him who LOVED us. For I am SURE that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor ANYTHING else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the LOVE of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

This is only the top 10! There are many more scriptures in the Word of God that tell us who we are in Him! I encourage you today to take the time to press STOP on R.E.G.R.E.T radio and press PLAY on W.O.G.R! Let that station play on repeat and, trust me, He will continue to heal your heart and lift you up!

March 23, 2024 This blog may have been written in 2015, but it remains true today. We can continue to listen to R.E.G.R.E.T radio or we can lean into a much better station, W.O.G.R! And just as the songs above can take me back to memories that are precious and full of joy, the following songs take me back and remind me of the places God met me!

I had someone tell me once that I worship too loud. This is my response…

Our God is worthy of our praise!

Rise Up!

Original post 7/7/2015

Titus 2:3-5English Standard Version (ESV)

3 Older women likewise are to be reverent in behavior, not slanderers or slaves to much wine. They are to teach what is good, 4 and so train the young women to love their husbands and children, 5 to be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be reviled.

Has God ever spoken something to you that you questioned His timing or said the words, “Um, I think you’ve got the wrong person?” Now, for those of you who just answered “No,” I will be praying for you because I believe we’ve all done it at one time or another. My time was about two months ago. God began to speak to me five words…”rise up, daughter of God!”
My very first thought was, “rise up? I thought I did the rising up when I left my family and moved to South Africa to do the work of the ministry?”

God’s response? “Yes, you did. Now, I want you to rise up further.”

“This is getting ready to get even harder, isn’t it?”

“Yes, my daughter, but it’s nothing that you can not handle as long as you choose to stay rooted in Me and allow the Holy Spirit to lead you. You can do this!”

“How do You know?” YES! I just asked God that question…stop laughing!

“Because I created it in you. I created you for good works!“

“Ok, then. Let’s do this!”

In the beginning, this was awesome, and I was ready to do it, and then…yep, then life happened. I had the opportunity to start walking out exactly what God was calling me to. I had the opportunity to rise up and honestly, I. Did. Not. Like. It!

Growing up, I remember my granddaddy, a great man of God, saying, “This is what the enemy of our soul desires to do, steal the Word that has been spoken to us, because he knows that if it takes root in us, we will draw our swords and do battle. Rising up to be who God intended for us to be.

Make no mistake, battle lines were drawn.

The enemy of my soul is on one side, ready to steal the word, with me on the other, sword drawn, ready to rise up.

The difference between the sides is this: God, my God, is on my side! God had spoken a word to me that I grabbed onto and planted deep within my spirit.

Yes, God is calling me deeper. God is calling me to be a complete Titus woman.

Be reverent.

Rise up!

Don’t gossip. Even with prayer requests!

Rise up!

Teach what is good. Which means I must know what the Word says!

Rise up!

Train the young women.

Rise up!

Even when I want to yell and scream.

Rise up!

Be pure.

Rise up!

Submit to Brett.

Please know that I have not yet arrived; however, I am trying my best to fulfill the role God has entrusted to me.

Rise up!

Rise up, daughter of God.

Rise up!

March 20, 2024, God gave me this mandate again in March of 2022 and the fruit of that Rise Up moment will be fulfilled on April 26, 2024, when I receive my BS in Ministerial Leadership: Pastoral Care and Counseling! And after that date, I’m pretty sure God will have other Rise Up moments for this daughter!

Beautiful Hands

Original post 6/25/2015

God has called each of us to be His hands and feet on this earth. Yesterday, I got to bless the hands of a beautiful Gogo in Dwaleni. The lady’s name is Zodwa, and yesterday was her birthday. I asked the ladies to speak out what they love and appreciate about her. Here are some of their words…

When I was getting tired of being the only one making sure that the center was clean, God sent me Zodwa. She comes every day and cleans the center with joy.

She loves the children and wants to see them have plenty to eat.

Her smile is full of love.

As these words were spoken over her, I could tell that her heart was being encouraged. I also heard the Holy Spirit say, “Get where you can hold her hands, look her in the eyes, and bless her.”

The Holy Spirit took over as I took her hands and spoke life into her. I’m not sure of all that I said, but I remember talking about her hands and how God is using them to bless people.

Warning rabbit trail ahead!

Earlier, she had given me a shawl and a hat that she had made—in ONE day! I remember talking about how her hands had blessed me so much, and with those words, tears fell. You see, Zodwa is old enough to remember the hard times of apartheid. She is old enough to know that a white woman should never say that a black woman’s hands had blessed her. She is old enough to remember, and I am too stubborn to allow the color of our skin to separate us!

As we held hands and tears fell, we were knit together in Him.

Colossians 2:2 Being knit together in love; to reach all the riches of full assurance of understanding and the knowledge of God’s mystery, which is Christ.

7 Days to God

Original post-December 22, 2012

Wendy and I have always loved the outdoors and over the years as our kids were growing up, we took them on many camping and hiking trips. They always loved getting near the top, getting to that point in the trail where there was barely a trail, the point where it was more like hand-over-hand climbing than hiking. For one thing, it was fun but they also knew that just beyond was a spectacular view, that the tough climb at the end was all worth it.

As I stand here this morning, with a mere 7 days to go before we leave for South Africa, I pause for just a moment on this trail to catch my breath. I look back at how far we’ve come, thinking about the rough and rocky terrain we’ve covered in the last nine months, the “scraped knees” and the “cuts and scratches” from the “thorns” and “brush” we’ve come through, the unexpected obstacles we’ve had to cross. To this point, we have gone mile by mile.

I look around at where we are, with all that needs to be done, think about how I had it all planned out and how we’ve had to give up our plan and give in to God’s plan…to trust Him completely and more deeply than we’ve ever had to before.

I take a moment to look ahead at the next 7 days. The path is barely visible. It is so steep and rocky, so thick with vines and thorns. We are tired, our muscles ache, and we have the toughest part of the climb right in front of us…hand-over-hand, foot by foot, only able to see one step in front of us.

BUT, at this point, there IS NO turning back, we have come TOO FAR, sacrificed TOO MUCH, and worked TOO HARD, to give up now. All the adversity we have faced has done nothing but strengthen our resolve that we are on the right path and make us all the more determined to reach the top! I KNOW that just ahead, just beyond, the path will suddenly open up and we will behold the most spectacular view of God’s Glory and the destiny He has for us.

Call Back

The original date for this post was December 20, 2012, however, as I read back over it this morning, I realized that the message is still important. We must encourage those lost in the fog of life, just as we were encouraged by those who went before us.

Streams in the Desert December 19, 2012

If you have gone a little way ahead of me, call back-
It will cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track;
And if, perhaps, Faith’s light is dim because the oil is low,
Your call will guide my lagging course as wearily I go.

Call back and tell me that He went with you into the storm;
call back, and say He kept you when the forest’s roots were torn;
That, when the heavens thunder and the earthquake shook
the hill,
He bore you up and held you where the lofty air was still.

O friend, call back, and tell me for I cannot see your face;
They say it glows with triumph, and your feet sprint in the race;
But there are mists between us, and my spirit eyes are dim,
And I cannot see the glory, though I long for word of Him.

But if you’ll say He heard you when your prayer was but a cry,
And if you’ll say He saw you through the night’s
sin-darkened sky-
If you have gone a little way ahead, O friend, call back-
It will cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track.

Why, you may ask, did I open today with such a poem? I’ll tell you why! As I read this yesterday (December 19, 2012), I recalled many stories of faith that my grandparents, aunts, uncles, mom, dad, and yes, even myself, have told through the years. Telling your story is a way to “call back” to those going through life’s struggles. People need to hear how God has brought you out of the storms of life. They need to hear how God’s light shone brighter when you were walking through darkness to show you the way. They need to hear that as you walked through the desert of a particular season, you found an oasis in Him.

Today, I am reminded of the story my granddaddy Robbins told of being in a foxhole and hearing a voice say, “Get out of this hole.” He asked his buddy Crawford, “Did you hear something” and Crawford said, “You’re dreaming; go back to sleep.” He covered up with his blanket, settled back down, shut his eyes, and again he heard, “Get out of this hole and get out immediately.” He grabbed his stuff and headed out of that hole with Crawford behind him. As soon as they got out of that fox hole, it collapsed! Every time he told that story, and believe me, it was a lot, I got goosebumps. Instead of being buried alive in a foreign country, he came home to preach the gospel. Every time he told that story, he was “calling back” to someone. Encouraging them that the voice of the Lord is real.

My dad is a giver…period. He loves to give! Many years ago he was out and someone bought his meal. I remember him telling us kids that his prayer was that one day, he wanted to be at the point where he would be able to do the very same thing. Today, he is at that point. He is at that point because he came to understand the value of the tithe and he began to act on it. When he shares this story he is “calling back” to those going through financial struggles that if you’ll do what God asks you to do, He will bless you!

I recall the time my mom spent many a night in prayer over her wayward daughter. The times that Brett lay on the floor crying out for God to restore our marriage. Now they can “call back” to those whose daughters, sons, wives, husbands, and children are not living according to the Word of God and say don’t give up hope! God answers our cries for the lost!

These stories of faith will carry us into the next journey of our lives. We are headed into a world that needs people willing to “call back” and tell them that the road they are traveling may be hard, but God is traveling with them. There may be times while we are gone that we will need someone to “call back” to us that God is doing a great thing and to just keep putting one foot in front of the other.

I’m encouraging you today to “call back” to those struggling in their lives and let them know your story of triumph. “Call back,” as Abraham did to Isaac. As Isaac did to Jacob. “Call back” and tell of the goodness of the Lord! Call Back!!