Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Who are Your Aaron and Hur?

The Bible story in Exodus of Moses, Aaron, and Hur came alive to me during Dad's illness and death.  I blogged before about how some friends had gathered around me and became like Aaron and Hur in my life during that time period and also how in Dad's final moments he had his hands stretched towards heaven and needed our physical help to keep them there.  THOSE were some of the most priceless moments in my memory.  Even in the darkest moments, the ones that ripped my heart wide open in ways that I didn't know were possible, I saw the glory of God.  His Word came alive more powerful than I even knew possible, even through the most painful moments. 

Recently, I've been experiencing those same type of Aaron and Hur moments in life again, just in a different situation on a different level.  Still VERY powerful and heart changing.

When Moses held his hands up, Israel would be winning the battle.  When his hands came down, the Amalekites would begin to defeat them.

I'm feeling that same struggle. 

When my hands are up and my eyes are fully focused on Him, I feel like we are winning.  We are victorious.  We can handle anything.

But then...

My arms are tired.  I lose focus.  My arms drop.

Defeat sets in.

Everything starts to crash down and I feel like I don't have the strength to put my hands back up to win the battle.

Moses got tired.  His arms couldn't remain in the air.  Without that strength, defeat was around the corner.

Enter in Aaron and Hur. 

They held Moses' arms up when he could no longer do it.

In Chapter 17, it says the put a stone under Moses so he could sit and on either side of him they stood.  Each holding one arm in the air so that the victory could be won--and Moses' hands remained steady until sunset and the victory was official.  He couldn't do it on his own.  They provided what was needed.

I have been feeling that in my own life.

I've been physically battling many things in recent weeks and months.  The incredible gains I've felt physically have been slipping away and daily there has been a return to struggling with the basic things.  Plain and simple, I'm just tired.  Overwhelmed.  Somewhat defeated on many days.

Along with the physical, I'm also honest enough to admit that emotionally it's been a struggle as well.  For no apparent reason, I've been experiencing anxiety attacks and teetering on and off with depression. It's been many years since anxiety attacks have had a grip on me.  However, I'm still happy and full of joy.  So though it's been a struggle, I've not fallen into that pit of feeling defeated and hopeless.  It instead feels like just a time of waiting to see where God is leading, what I'm needing to learn, and a time of seeking.  A time of struggle---but with a purpose. 


My hands remain in the air. 

It feels as if my "Aaron" is His Word.  Digging in and reading, studying, writing, and just being immersed in scripture has been a REAL source of strength.  With that strength, the victory remains in sight.  As soon as I drop that hand, it's almost immediate the defeat.

It feel as if my "Hur" has been an incredibly supportive husband that continues to lift my other hand in the air to keep us on track for victory.  We are human and some days we can do things that hurt each other's feelings or cause a division----and those days DEFINITELY don't feel like a victory.  When my hand drops, defeat is just around the corner.  However, we've learned many things through the years about what it means to support and encourage.  I'm thankful, so very thankful, for my husband and all he does to support.  He seems to be truly digging in and making sure that I know he's on my side---whether that's encouraging me, physically helping do things around the house or for me, praying with and for me. Countless little things that provide strength. Meeting me in my brokenness and not running the other direction.  It has been very apparent to me in recent days just how much he does hold my hand in the air when my own strength is weak.  A couple of friends fulfill that role for me as well because no matter what, they point my heart back to HIM and I know that at any moment I could ask for help and they will drop everything and pray or say JUST the right thing----even though they are miles away! Those ladies have an incredible value---one that they may not even realize that they provide.  However, the day to day provision of strength that points me to Christ that my husband provides is something that becomes more valuable every day.  Just the sound of his voice in the most recent days when my emotions have overtaken or anxiety has grasped has been such a valuable source.  I used to try and hide my weakest moments and emotions, but now, to know that someone can come right in to the middle of the "ugly" and see you in your brokenness and not turn the other a gift. 

I'm thankful for the strength.  I'm thankful for all of the Aaron and Hur moments in my life and those that have the provided the strength, but.....

I find myself being introspective and asking a question.

Who am I being an Aaron or Hur for?

Am I finding those individuals that need just an extra bit of strength to keep their arms up in the middle of their battle and providing that support?

Am I willing to help them until sunset so that their ultimate victory is won?

Who can I stop long enough today and provide encouragement to?  Who can I reach across the miles or around the corner and pray for---REALLY pray for? Who can I reach out to and offer a smile, a note of encouragemet, or a whispered word of support?

Am I doing it?

Or am I too caught up in my own struggles and needs?

What about you?  Who could you help today----even in a very small way.  It may be small to you, but you may not have a clue what that "small" thing may feel like to someone that is weary from their battle.

Who do we each need to stop and say thank you to for being our Aaron and Hur?  Maybe in the process of saying thank you, it may be an Aaron and Hur moment in THEIR life.  Sometimes we don't know just how much someone is struggling on the inside, even though on the outside they seem like they have it all together.  A simple thank you to them for the inspiration they've provided us may actually be a life-line to them. 

I'm praying today that He opens my eyes to see someone I can provide strength to and praying that I recognize when someone is offering strength to me. 

I keep seeing the statement lately that He blesses us so that we can bless others. 

I'm believing that more every day. 

Friday, October 17, 2014


Letting go (in multiple aspects) has been a huge topic of discussion in our home lately.

So has saying "no" so that we can give our best yes to what matters most. 

Redefining priorities.  Placing our focus on specific areas.  Learning to balance and give our best in ways that are best for us.

It's also about "unsubscribing".

I know I've written about this before, but it's been back heavy on my heart in recent days again.

My inbox quickly gets overwhelming.  My mailbox overflows with junk mail.  The phone can ring off the hook with telemarketers and scams. 

Unwanted and unnecessary.

So, I have to take the time to physically unsubscribe from various sources.  Have our numbers removed from phone lists.  Hit that little link in the corner or bottom of the email that says "unsubscribe".  Remove our address from marketing lists. 

It's a constant battle that has to be dealt with fairly often.  It's not a one time deal due to the rapid pace that communication comes at us these days in a technology driven society.

If I am not proactive, I get overwhelmed QUICKLY.

I also have to make choices and unsubscribe even from good things.  It's great to have unlimited sources of encouragement, ideas, and inspiration that the internet can provide whether related to motherhood, home education, things I use with our Littles, marriage, spiritual growth, crafts, DIY, Bible studies, recipes, etc...  However, even those good things can build up to the point that it's taking too much of my time, causing my brain to be on overload, or just TOO much.  Just like in the world of pinterest, even too much of seeing great ideas and "perfection" can leave me feeling lacking, wanting things I don't need, or just that ugly feeling of jealousy.

I have to unsubscribe.

Clear out the clutter.


I'm struck most deeply today by the other things that I need to unsubscribe from.

I have to unsubscribe from the world and draw into HIM.  I can't do that if I'm trying to walk with one foot in worldliness and one not in and of the world.  There's no sitting on the fence.  There's no being "luke warm" or cold.  Indifference doesn't work.  A little bit sold out for him----and a lot of doing things my own way is.....dangerous.

I also have to unsubscribe from you. 

Let me explain:

I care too much what you think.  I care too much about your opinion of me.  I care too much about how you see me.  I fear what you think when you know the REAL me.  I worry too much about your perceptions.  I just care too much....


I also need to unsubscribe from myself. 

Yes, me.

We are driven by a me-me society.  It's ALL about us.  It's all about what we want and need.  How we can get ahead.  How this or that affects me.


If I truly want to be a follower of Christ, fully devoted...

Then I have to unsubscribe to me.

I can't have more of Him if I'm too full of me.

And I am.

I'm me driven more than I want to honestly admit.

Being filled more and more with Him, means there has to be less of me. 

I can't grow in Him if I don't give Him room to work. 

It may mean letting go and unsubscribing to specific relationships or activities.  It may mean saying no to something I want to do or I feel I need to do because my attitude in doing it is wrong, He has a different direction, or because it doesn't line up with His word or His plan at this point in my life.  It may be saying yes to something I want to say no to.  It may be He's calling me out of my comfort zone to do something specific.  It may be he's telling me something I NEED to do, but don't want to do because it's inconvenient, HARD, or even painful (like forgiveness, releasing bitterness, not walking in jealousy).  I may have to let go of relationships that are toxic, even ones that seem vital. It may mean having to say yes to other relationships that have fallen off the importance list because He has a reason to go deeper with that individual.  It may mean having to be vulnerable and admitting that I need help in certain areas or offer help to someone else.  It may mean looking foolish to the "world".  It may mean being unpopular and freaky! :)

I have to unsubscribe.

Clear out the clutter.

Clear out the clutter of me getting in my own way.

Clear out the clutter of anything causing a wedge that prevents my growth in Christ.

Unsubscribing and letting go isn't always easy. 

Many times it's quite painful.


The results.

Make all the difference.

The difference  in being effective and the difference in being or holding back from what matters most. 

Uncluttered of filth.
Uncluttered of junk.
Uncluttered of negativity.
Uncluttered of selfishness.


With room to grow in Him.

To walk in grace and offer grace.
To walk in love and give love.
To grow and change, to be chiseled and shaped.

To be filled with Him and less of me. this woman....needs to unsubscribe.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Counting Moments or Counting Days?

Life can feel like a whirlwind.  A hurricane.  A tornado.  The seas may be calm and the clouds may not look stormy, but we may still feel like we are wrapped up and spinning out of control.  I often picture myself looking like the cartoon character Taz.  Spinning around in circles, kicking up a cloud of dirt, but not necessarily getting anywhere.

We are busy.
Life throws curve balls.

We've bought into the lie that we have to do and be more.  The new norm is talking about how busy we are, almost like it's a badge of honor.  We somehow *think* that if we can tick off this list of all the things going on and how busy we are that we *look* good to someone else.  A "one-up" kind of game. 

It's dangerous. 

It's devastating to ourselves, our marriages, our children, and our homes. It's devastating to our spiritual health and even physical health.

We've lost the true value of the concept that less is more. 

I'm not saying you have to give up EVERYTHING physically and live a life of complete simplicity and without modern conveniences.  Granted, that works for some people really well.

I'm not saying you have to give up EVERY activity, EVERY hobby, EVERY ministry opportunity, EVERY single thing. 


There is a balance.  A much needed balance.  My balance may look much differently than yours.  You may can handle much less on your plate than I can or I may not be able to juggle a third of the balls you keep in the air and not drop them all. 

But here's the reality....

What are we missing? 

When we are counting the days, the activities, the "have-to's" on our list....

What MOMENTS are we missing.

When we are rushing around, working harder and longer, feeling frazzled....what are we missing?

I know for myself what I begin to miss.  I miss opportunities to minister to my children's hearts.  I miss the chance to just sit and be----whether alone or with someone who needs a listening ear.  I miss the moments that I could encourage my husband's heart.  I miss countless things, but for me, what I miss the most is the ability to HEAR.  HEAR what's on their heart DEEP down, HEAR what God is teaching and showing, and the NOISE blocks out the nudges of the Holy Spirit.

I feel like I've missed COUNTLESS moments and opportunities. 

I'm proactively saying NO more often than I ever have.  I'm guarding our time and what we say "yes" to....

But I'm still counting days it seems. 

Instead, I want my heart to focus on the moments.  See them.  Acknowledge them.  LIVE in them.  Seek them out.  Cherish them.  Guard them. 

Seeing this picture today really spoke volumes to my heart today.  VOLUMES. 
What of those moments am I missing?
Am I having those ALL IMPORTANT conversations and making deposits of encouragement...
Or in the RUSH...
Am I missing them?
I don't want to miss them.  

Monday, October 13, 2014

The Hardest Peace: Expecting Grace in the Midst of Life's Hard by Kara Tippetts REVIEW and GIVE-A-WAY

Last week I finished a book that was...well...

Breathtaking and life-giving.

Seriously an incredible book. 

It's not one that's going to leave you laughing or one that's light-hearted entertainment.

It's a tough one.


an ABSOLUTE treasure of a book. 

A must read. 

Many may have read or heard about the young woman that has made the decision to end her life on a specific day coming up soon rather than face her last days going through THE HARD PLACES of cancer. Many may have also heard or read Kara's response to that on the radio or in social media in recent days.  Kara has made a different choice: to walk in dignity and hope in Christ NO MATTER how hard the journey. This is book is written by the same Kara and it's one that will change your life if you let it. 

Her story is definitely about being in the HARD place.  The hardest place.  Yet, she writes with such life giving hope and inspiration.  It's been quite awhile since I've chosen to participate in product or book reviews and I'm so very glad that I chose this one as the "jump back in." 

I'm not going to lie:  it wasn't easy to read. It was raw and real. So very honest and vulnerable. I found myself heartbroken for a family I do not know, but yet so very thankful for a family that is facing such hard situations with such hope in Christ.  I know without a doubt that this woman and her family are living examples of "well done good and faithful servant." 

Aside from the fact that this book is written by a beautiful mother facing final stages of cancer that has ruthlessly ravaged her body and spread and chronicles different times throughout this journey, it's about FAR more than just the cancer journey.  It's about the true peace that comes from a life in Christ---the peace that comes even when you're kicking and screaming for a different outcome or in a very fearful, uncertain place.  It's a book that can change EACH and EVERY one of us, despite what "our" hard place may be.  It's a book that can change your parenting, your role as a spouse, and most importantly can draw you CLOSER to Christ.  

When you write from those raw and vulnerable places as she has BEAUTIFULLY done, you draw others in to looking for that same peace.  As the title suggests:  THE HARDEST PEACE---grace in the midst of life's hard.

The book may leave you with many moments of tears and rawness, but it will also fill you with a hope that can't be described.  I started jotting down page numbers of mentionable quotes that I found great lessons in and I soon found my page full of notes.  Though I initially read for the purpose of review and to "find out more" about this beautiful women currently on christian radio programs and sprinkled throughout social media, I now find myself ready to go back and read again with wanting to grasp deeper and deeper the many truths about facing life and it's hard places.  This book is FILLED with them. 

One reader of my blog will be chosen at random to receive a copy of this book.  To enter, just simply comment on THIS blog post  (or the facebook link)  that you would like to be entered.  Just PLEASE be sure to leave an email so that I may contact you for shipping information should you be chosen as the winner.  Winner will be chosen on 10/21/2014 and entries will be counted until noon CST that day.  

Below you will find information from the publisher about the book and the "fine print" details of the rules and required disclosures/notices.  

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About the book:
Kara Tippetts knows the ordinary days of mothering four kids, the joy of watching her children grow…and the devastating reality of stage-IV cancer. 

In The Hardest Peace, Kara invites readers to see the grace of the everyday in all seasons of life and to live well even when the living is hard. This book is an invitation to join her in moving away from fear and control and toward peace and grace. Just as the thousands of people who read her blog know, Tippetts explores the hardest questions of life with rare beauty and honesty. Most of all, she draws them back to the God who is present, in the ordinary and the suffering, and shapes every life into the best story of all.

About Kara:
Kara Tippetts and her husband, Jason, have four children and are planting a church in Colorado Springs, CO. Cancer is only part of Kara’s story. Her real fight is to truly live while facing a crushing reality. She blogs faithfully at

Disclosure (in accordance with the FTC’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising”): Many  thanks to Propeller Consulting, LLC for providing this prize for the giveaway. Choice of winners and opinions are 100% my own and NOT influenced by monetary compensation. I did receive a sample of the product in exchange for this review and post.
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Thursday, October 9, 2014

Deceiving Packaing

On my kitchen counter is a vase of white spider mums that were splashed with various colors of paint, giving me a second of a smile from their explosion of color, most especially on these dark, gray days!  Though they are definitely a smile maker, it's their lesson that strikes me every time I walk by.

Kevin almost didn't buy them.  He was afraid to take a chance on them since they were only a whopping 50 cents for 3, making my entire bouquet $2.  We grabbed them at an Amish grocery store several miles from home and he just wasn't sure if they would last long enough to get home.

THAT was a month ago.

They still have life...

and continue to bring smiles and reminders of bright days.

They may not be as vivid and full as they were, but they are still hanging on a month later.

The packaging wasn't very appealing.  They were already marked down from their original price.  We were afraid they were already past their prime.


Looks can be deceiving.

That shiny package may actually contain something you really don't need.
That plain package may actually contain a real treasure.

They were tightly wrapped up in mesh netting so it really wasn't until we released them from their packaging that we saw how beautiful they were.

We originally considered them fragile, but realized they were quite hardy.  Several other bouquets of flowers have come and gone from my kitchen table in the same time period, only having lasted a couple of days before they were dropping petals and leaves.

Each time I see them, I'm again reminded of the message we are currently teaching our boys (and myself!) about discerning truth.  Our eyes can lie. Our minds can be deceived.  The world can easily lead us astray.  We have an enemy seeking to destroy by any means possible.

What we may think looks like something we want or need, can actually be a trap.  Multiple verses remind us that we can be lead astray EASILY.  We just can't be drawn to something "shiny" on the outside without realizing there are consequences. Our society wants more and more, quickly throwing out the door contentment and simplicity. Many are working longer hours and adding to their daily stress JUST to provide more THINGS for their kids, without realizing that perhaps their children just need more time with them.  Many are being pulled astray in their marriages because they think the "packaging" of their spouse is fading and that other person may fulfill a specific unmet need.  Many are thinking a bigger house, better car, more experiences, more purchasing, etc... is going to fill a gap in their lives.

Shiny packages may deceive.

On the other hand, sometimes you open a package and can just be really amazed and awestruck with the treasure inside.

Sometimes we overlook someone's value and worth because they look or act different than we do.  Sometimes we may be hesitant to give someone a chance because they've hurt or failed us in the past.  (*ouch*)

Sometimes that "plain" packaging may be "us".  We don't realize our own strength.  We don't realize that with Him our weaknesses are the places He can work the most.  Maybe we've spent too long listening to other people's opinion of us and shy away from letting others see our hidden value.  Maybe it's our own opinions that are wrong.  Maybe we've listened to our own negative self-talk for so long that we forget what we have to offer.  Sometimes we just don't know what potential we have just waiting to be unwrapped. Sometimes we've just never allowed ourselves the chance to bloom.

Yes---just a simple $2 bouquet of flowers has been causing my own heart to look beyond the outward packaging/outward appearance and has me wondering where I'm selling myself short, where I'm selling others short, and where I'm being wrongly drawn to the deception of "shiny" packaging in my own life.

Hope these flowers hang around a few more days.  I sure am enjoying their splash of color AND the work it's doing in my heart.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

THAT day!

This homeschooling journey is a gift.  It truly is.

 Despite the days I've felt like I've literally lost my mind through the years.  The days that frustration shot through every vein like a poison.  The days that I've found myself LITERALLY on my face before God or the days my husband has come home to a woman that is a shell of the one he fell in love with because she's just SPENT.  The days that I've had more questions than answers.  More doubts than faith.

Those are the bad days.

They are VERY real.  VERY much reality.

But then...

There are the days...

That you feel like heaven has come down and kissed you with just a glimpse of what joy awaits.


The days THEY get it.  The days you see something click.  The days you just are wrapped up in the family togetherness, the love of learning, and countless other joys. Even just the ordinary days that are neither grand nor awful.

The days you get to be and do as God designed you.

Those days.

ARE a gift.

When they come, you hold them close to heart and soak them in!

As our days are RAPIDLY coming to a close with our oldest, I can't help but reflect on where we've been together over the last 13 years of education. It's definitely enough to get this mom VERY emotional.  But that will wait for another day....another post....

Today, I'm thankful for what we hold as the most valuable gift to us in our choice to home educate:  the ability to openly share our faith (closely followed by the flexibility to tailor each child's education to fit their learning styles and needs).

Last week, there was a moment that I was just overwhelmed with gratitude.  Not only gratitude, but gravity and responsibility.

Leading our children to Christ.

Our science curriculum choice the last two years is very thorough in regards to education (top notch), but completely and unashamedly professes faith throughout the pages.  As we were beginning a lesson on the intricacies and power-house of blood, the gospel was presented and the blood of Christ was discussed.  In those moments, it was very overwhelming to me to share in those moments, around my kitchen table with my children.  No compromise.  No hiding our faith or having to be politically correct.

Though we always have our children's spiritual growth at the forefront of our minds and daily try to live out life in such a way that we are pointing them to Christ, it was in those moments that I was reminded of what a GIFT it is to be a parent and shepherd a child's heart.  To see them come to faith as their own.

Neither of our boys have made that personal profession of faith at this point.  Though we constantly pray for that moment and make sure there are multiple opportunities to see their faith grow, the seeds have only been planted.  We can do ALL we can to plant seeds, cultivate the soil, and provide the proper nutrients...BUT only HE can make them grow.  Only He can officially change the heart.  We want nothing more to know that our children walk in the truth (3 John 1:4).  However, we can't rush that day.  We can't force that moment.

I've often felt the "sting" of judgment from well meaning others in the church, in our circle of friends, and especially throughout the "internet" world of christian moms with similar values we hold dear because our kids haven't yet professed their own personal faith in Christ.  Being honest, many times in the past,  I've wondered where we are failing as parents, where we aren't doing enough or where we are failing them.


Again.  WE plant the seeds.  HE makes them grow. We can bring them to the foot of the cross, but that's as far as we can take them.

We want nothing more than to see our children love God with their entire beings.  To embrace their faith as their own, not just to mimic ours.  Otherwise, it's a faith that won't last when storms hit. It won't withstand the "real" world.  We want their hearts to be sold out to HIM because they have embraced salvation on their own out of recognition of their own sinfulness and need of a savior.

For now, we will pray for them and with them.  For now, we will give plenty of opportunities to grow and mature at THEIR pace.  For now, we will do our best to show the grace and mercy of the cross and show our own personal needs of a Savior.  For now, we will continue to rejoice in the moments that we can openly share our faith with them.  For now, we will continue to be THANKFUL for moments around the table that education and faith can intersect.  For now, we will worship together and let them see how much we value living out a Christian life.

Because some day...

Maybe today.

Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe next year.

Maybe not for awhile.


Some day.....

Those seeds that have been planted will be harvested.

Their parent's faith will be their own.

They will change the world for Him because THEY WILL understand first hand how GREAT He is and how much in need of Him they are.

They won't just repeat the memory verses back just by word, but by heart.  By a heart that has been changed.

They won't just sing the words of a song, but they will be humbly bowing down in worship.

They won't just be giving the "right" answers to the questions because it's what they've been taught from birth, but they'll have the answers because they've experienced the change in their own hearts.

That day....

Oh that day!

Tuesday, October 7, 2014


We all have our little buttons that push us over the edge and little things that rub each other the wrong way.  Things that aggravate us and things we do to aggravate others.  It's called being human.

In marriage, these little things either have to be overlooked or they can light a fire of discord faster than lightning!

One little thing that has ALWAYS bugged me and has been a point of discord in our marriage (and even before that while in college, trips away from home, etc...) for me has been that little button on the alarm clock or little flick of the finger on our phones...

The darn snooze button.

My husband is of the life-style of hit it at least four or five times.  He sets alarm after alarm, knowing he's NOT going to get up on any of the first several ones.

I'm of the camp that you set the clock for the time you need to get up and you get up, perhaps hitting snooze ONCE if at all.

It's always aggravated me to hear that alarm of his going off....over and over....and over.  Back up to the back up of the back up.....of the back up. My theory has been turn those first ones off and sleep WELL for that extra amount of time instead of constantly being in and out of sleep for thirty to forty five minutes.  Sometimes, he *may* get a not so gentle nudge to turn that thing off and get up.  Just maybe.

Lately, I've noticed that I've started hitting snooze more and more often.  Just not ready to face the day.  Just wanting to grab a few more minutes of head on the pillow.  Avoidance.  Even though I know it's going to make me have to rush around and start the day stressed, I've been hitting it.

In the last several days of sliding that button on my phone over to the ZZZZZZ's instead of the eye icon showing "I'm awake", I've been feeling a nudge from the Holy Spirit about the way that has trickled down in my life.

Now, I'll first step in here and say there's absolutely nothing wrong with hitting the snooze button to get up in the morning.  It's a matter of preference.  It's a matter of personality.

The nudge has been coming from a deeper place. The pit of my soul.

"Are you snoozing or are you getting up?"  seems to be the question in my life right now.

Am I up facing the day or hiding under the covers?

Am I letting life pass me by or am I hitting it full steam ahead?

Am I being purposeful or letting it slip by?

Am I waiting for someone else to solve a problem, take care of a need, etc... or am I the one willing to do it?

Am I being proactive in going to Him or am I just hoping He'll step in and rescue me at the last minute when I find myself in a mess?

Am I making the changes in my life that I need to make or am I still doing things the same way and getting nowhere?

Am I encouraging that friend, praying that prayer, helping out that neighbor immediately or am I putting it on my "list" for later and letting the moment slip away?

Am I listening to the Holy Spirit and acting in obedience or am waiting to see if I hear that message again before I act?

Well, honesty admits....

There's been too much snoozing lately.

Much too much.

Even though Kevin and I just returned from a weekend getaway, he decided it was still prudent that we take our scheduled Monday night date night last night.  We knew we needed to talk about multiple things that we began discussing during our trip and making progress on goals and such.  One of the many things we discussed is that we BOTH are feeling a sense of urgency.  A wake up call.  A let's stop stalling and start moving forward.  A feeling of we aren't content with just floating through life right now, we want to be actively pursuing the path that He has for us.  Actively pursuing connection and growth.  Actively make decisions that draw us closer to God.  Actively in connection to Him and to others.

Not hitting the snooze button.

Getting up and getting going.  Moving forward.  Actively pursuing Him.

Not just letting life fly by.

*(Even though I'm sure tomorrow morning his long list of alarms will go off and I'll love him anyway.  I'll even try to be nice and not "accidentally" kick him when it's gone off too many times or for too long.  Try.)*