What’s Your Bent?


Hosea 11:7 “And my people are bent to backsliding from me: though they called them to the most High, none at all would exalt Him.”

When someone has a particular gifting or inclination, we say that they have a “bent” toward it.  What we really mean is that their personality leans in that direction.  As I was doing my devotions yesterday, I came across this verse, where God says that Israel has a bent. And, unfortunately, it’s one I can relate to. Ouch.

Did you know that the idea of having a “bent” was biblical? I didn’t. I’m sure I’ve read this verse before, but I don’t remember seeing it. It really stuck out to me, this time.  I’m not sure if it’s just that the term stuck out more, or if it’s because it hit home.  Of all the things for God to say about His people, He chose to say that their personality leans toward moving away from Him. And He recorded it, in the Word that He promised to preserve eternally.  Ouch again.

I used to read about the nation of Israel, in Scripture, and just shake my head. After everything that the Lord did for them, over and over again, they just walked away. They forgot the things He had done, they forgot His promises, they forgot their promises to Him, and they ran off, usually pitching a fit. And yet, even while I was shaking my head at their foolishness, I knew that I was the same.

How often have I, pitching my own little fit, accused God of not being everything He promised? How often have I run off, saying that He’d let me down? And how many times have I actually been the one who wasn’t keeping my promises?

I am SO GLAD that God did not stop there. In the next verse, He says, “How shall I give thee up…?” One more verse, and He says, “I will not execute the fierceness of mine anger,…for I am God, and not man;…” He was angry; He says as much in the text. But even in His anger, He loves His people. Even when we turn away from Him. Even when we are unfaithful to Him. Even when we don’t love Him.

In my last post, I was feeling a little sorry for myself (or a lot). To tell the truth, I was feeling like I was pretty unloveable. Partly because I know my own shortcomings, and partly because I was listening to the lies and not the truth. But here, it says that, even when we’re unloveable, unloving, disloyal, and unfaithful, He still loves us. No matter what.

That’s what unconditional love is. God’s love doesn’t care where we come from or what we’ve done. He’s going to keep on loving us anyway. It’s not that He doesn’t care what we’re doing, or who we’ve hurt; He cares about those things very much. But it doesn’t affect His love for us, or how He sees us, or what He wants for us.

We are all bent to backsliding from God. It’s human nature – we’re sinful people. The very bodies that we live in desire to rebel against Him. Add to that the constant bombardment of temptation from the broken world and the adversary who wants to destroy us, and it’s pretty much inevitable. But it doesn’t have to be the end.

Part of God’s plan for us is restoration. He wants to make us whole, and He wants to do it through a relationship with Him. He wants us to chase after Him. But, what’s even more amazing is that, when we stop chasing after Him, He starts chasing after us. Even though we have a bent to backsliding, He is not willing to give us up. He has never waited for us to get it right. He chases after us, so that He can help us make it right.

I’m still not sure what my bent is; I don’t really know what I’m good at. I don’t know, exactly, what the Lord has for me. I still have a lot of questions, and some doubts. But this passage really spoke to me. Regardless of my bent, good or bad, He’s not going to just give up on me. There is no bent that He cannot shape into something beautiful. In His time. I just need to remember that.

Jun 01

Losing My Voice…and maybe my mind

I very clearly remember the first time I lost my voice. It always comes to mind, this time of year, because it happened on Memorial Day.  My husband and I had just started dating.  I remember, mostly, because it happened very quickly, with no warning.

I sang in church, on Sunday morning.  By Sunday evening, my throat was getting a little scratchy.  When I got up Monday morning, I couldn’t speak at all.  No voice.  The next year, I was on the road; after that, I was married and living in.a different state.  When we moved back, I lost my voice every year, around Memorial Day, for 3-5 years. It hasn’t happened in the last few years, but I always watch for it, this time of year.

I’m really thinking, this year, about losing my voice.  I thought I was losing it a few weeks ago, but it was a false alarm.  I’ve had a rough week, this week, for various reasons, and I’ve been thinking about a lot of things.  Among them, I’ve been thinking a lot about this particular subject.

When I was younger, I genuinely believed that words were one of my gifts.  I’ve never been one for public speaking, but I used to sing, and write, and read… I believed, with great conviction, that the Lord was using my words – my voice – to bless people and accomplish something.  I had confidence in my voice, because I believed that God was using it, and that it mattered.

I’ve recently realized that, somewhere along the way, I’ve lost that.  I don’t have confidence in my voice anymore.  I don’t know if the Lord is using the words that come out of my mouth.  I’m struggling to find purpose, because I don’t know what I’m good at.  I don’t know what I can do that has meaning.

As I’ve developed allergies, my actual voice has changed.  There are also some other factors, but it just isn’t the same as it used to be.  I don’t always trust it, like I used to.  I’ve also been told that I’ve said things the wrong way.  I find myself holding back from speaking, because I don’t want to be taken the wrong way.  I don’t want to offend someone, and I don’t want to be misunderstood.  I don’t write letters anymore, because letters aren’t really what people do anymore.  I don’t encourage people with a card or note (or even a text), because I’m not sure my words are worth much.

I even find it happening in my home.  I’m weary of trying to teach my children, because I feel like they don’t listen to what I’m saying.  I don’t speak to certain family members, as a general rule, because past misunderstandings have made me bitter, or afraid.  I don’t ask for help, because I don’t want to sound like one of those people who can’t do anything and turns every little molehill into some huge mountain.

I’m up, typing this, at two o’clock in the morning, because the Lord is laying it on my heart, and not letting me sleep until it’s done.  But, in my heart, I doubt that even these words matter.  I don’t think anyone has read my recent posts.  I feel compelled to keep that I’ve started posting again to myself, lest I be tooting my own horn.  I feel that the Lord will lead people to my posts, if He wants them to read.  But I don’t really believe that He is leading anyone.

I suppose, really, this is the whole problem, in a nutshell.  I just really don’t believe that He is using my voice.  It’s not that I don’t believe He can.  It’s not even that I don’t believe my voice is good enough.  I just don’t know if I believe my voice matters, anymore.  If He’s not using it, does it?

I don’t know.  I don’t really know what I’m trying to say, tonight.  I just felt led to post, and this is what’s on my heart.  I’m sorry if it’s discouraging, but I’m a little discouraged, right now.  I’m just trying to be real.

I guess, manybe, I”m trying to find my voice, again, so that He can start using it again.  But, first, I have to figure out where I lost it, and what happened to make me let go of it.  When did I stop believing that He had a plan for me, and for my voice, and why did I buy into that lie?

I’ll have to get back to you, I guess.  For tonight, this is where I am.  The questions are real, and they’re looming large, for me, without any immediate answers.  All I have, for now, is a promise, and I’ll have to take it on faith.

“For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord; plans to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you a hope and a future.”  – Jeremiah 29:11

Apr 02


Just breathe

Be still, and know that I am God.” -Psalm 46:10a

Now it came to pass, as they went that he entered into a certain village; and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus’ feet, and heard his word. But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, ‘Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? Bid her therefore that she help me.’ And Jesus answered and said unto her, ‘Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things; But one thing is needful; and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.'” – Luke 10:38-42


It’s the most natural thing in the world – literally.  We come into the world knowing how to do it, without ever being taught, and we continue to do it, until the day that we die. It is, in fact, the one thing that we cannot live without. We even have machines that can help us do it, if our bodies become inefficient at it, or can do it for us, if we forget how, altogether. It is essential to our very survival.

So, I was intrigued, this week, when I came across this: “I had read that one of God’s names is YHWH. Hebrew scholars tell us those four letters that make up His name are actually the sounds of breathing. I wonder at the generosity of a God who gives Himself a name we can’t help but speak the moment we first enter the world and in those last few moments we lie resting…” (Maggie Paulus, from Finding God at the Kitchen Sink, Moody Publishers, 2014).

Wait a minute…His NAME is the sound of BREATHING?!? Like I said, I was intrigued. I got out my Strong’s (Exhaustive Concordance of the Bible) and started doing some research. I learned, long ago, of the particular name she was referring to, and knew that it was from the Hebrew, and purposefully written without the vowels. But the sound of breathing? That was new to me. But, it turns out, the simplest form of the word that the name is rooted in IS actually a word for breathing, based on the sounds that the act creates.

I am totally blown away by this realization. Not only did He give Himself a name that we cannot help but speak as we enter and leave this world, but He gives us the very breath to speak it. All those moments, all those times when I am too overwhelmed to even pray…all those times when I don’t have the words to speak…all those instances when I don’t know which name to cry out to…all those times when I have nothing – it’s enough to just breathe.


I keep hearing the chorus to the Johnny Diaz song Breathe: 

Breathe. Just breathe.

Come and rest at My feet.

And be…just be…

Chaos calls, but all you really need

Is to just breathe.

As I was researching, I found that breathing and being are even more closely related than they appear. Because our breathing allows our life, in order to just be, the two are inextricable. Which makes the Hebrew even more amazing, because here’s the other thing my research revealed: the same Hebrew name that represents the sound of breathing is the name that God gave Himself from the very beginning – I AM THAT IS.

It is the personal name for God that the Hebrew people knew Him by, from the very beginning.  And, because it is the very sound of our breath, His existence, and our relationship to Him, is confirmed every time we breathe. Our total inability to live without Him is embedded in our body’s natural processes. We cannot even survive without uttering His name.

Here’s a challenge for you: Meditation is one of the spiritual disciplines taught in Scripture. If you’ve ever practiced any yoga or guided meditation, especially for stress or anxiety, you’re no doubt familiar with the instruction to “focus on your breathing.” The next time you find yourself with a few quiet minutes, try focusing on the sound of your breathing – the name of God – and allow it to be a starting place for what He has for you. When you call out to Him, He will answer.

Mar 22


A few weeks ago, we had a conversation, in my ladies’ Bible study, that has really been weighing heavily on me.  The conversation had to do with parents, in another country.  Someone we knew had been serving there and had been shocked to find that, when told their children were likely going to die, many parents simply walked away.  Another acquaintance, someone who works with difficult family situations here, told her that it’s the only way some people know how to cope.  She conveyed the message with conviction, having been taught this over and over in her social work training, but without personal understanding.  Because of what she sees every day, she was not shocked, but was still deeply saddened by these parents’ reactions to their children’s diagnoses.  As the conversation was going on around me, I felt compelled to speak up.  I had a different point of view.

Listening to the conversation, I had been taken back to some things that I hadn’t thought about in a while.  I was overwhelmed, again, with the suddenness of remembering what has been forgotten – or at least pushed aside.  Sometimes, we work so hard to get past something that we forget it was ever there.  It’s not, necessarily, that we mean to forget.  It’s more that, sometimes, looking ahead is just more important that looking back.  And, sometimes, when we work extra hard to get around something, we get so much out of the “detour” that we forget it wasn’t the main route to begin with.  So, when we’re suddenly reminded of that giant pothole we were going around, we’re surprised to see it there.  Which was kind of what happened to me.

Before I go any further, I should probably explain something else.  In a lot of the ministries that I have been involved with, over the years, one of the ideas that has come up a lot is the concept of “investing.”  Most people think of investing as a financial concept.  It is.  But in ministry, it’s often used to refer to relationships, especially the ones that require a lot of commitment.

Think of it this way: when a person is looking to invest money, there are a lot of options.  Maybe they want to put something into the stock market.  This is somewhat risky.  They may want to invest a moderate amount, hoping to earn a little more along the way.  However, there’s no way to know how this will work out.  The stocks they invest in may crash next week, next month, or next year.  If they ride it out, they may be able to break even.  With a little luck, they may even come out ahead.  But it may take years.  Commodities, on the other hand, may be a little more stable.  Gold and silver may fluctuate in value, but they won’t cease to exist, like that start-up company might.  Then again, maybe you want to invest in art.  You purchase a mixed collection of works that you appreciate.  Maybe you find a small work by one of the masters (if you have more money than you know what to do with!).  You buy it at auction, add it to your collection, and enjoy it every day for the rest of your life.  Now that is an investment!

In ministry, relationships with other people are sometimes approached this way.  Every relationship requires you to invest something of yourself.  You know what I’m talking about.  That friend who calls you every day, to talk for five minutes about coffee?  That’s an investment of your time.  If you weren’t willing to give that five minutes a day, you wouldn’t have that friend.  Or what about the text message you send, three times a week, to check in with your co-worker who moved to another city?  That’s another investment.  How much you invest in a relationship directly correlates to how much that relationship is worth to you.  Those five minute daily calls?  If she wanted ten, you’d be out.  You get the idea.  Relationships are investments.

Some relationships are costly, but we deem them worth the commitment.  Family relationships, for example, often demand a great deal of investment, but we put in whatever we have to because, well, it’s family.  Marriage, too, requires us to put a lot in.  A good marriage takes work.  But a good marriage is worth whatever it requires of us, because it’s the kind of relationship that just doesn’t come along every day.  In ministry, we strive to invest in everyone, especially the people that most write off as “not worth the investment.”

That brings me back to why I felt I had to speak up that day.  While I was listening to the other ladies talk, expressing their shock and sadness that these parents could just walk away from their dying children, I was thinking a little differently.  I remembered.  I remembered how tempting it was to hold my daughter at arm’s length.  I remembered how hard we had to try to keep from building walls, to protect ourselves from what we knew was coming.  I remembered talking to my husband about how we needed to be intentional about “investing” in her, choosing to pour ourselves into a relationship that we knew could not last.  I remembered.  And I could understand, in that moment, how those parents could walk away.

I shared, then, with all those beautiful women, what was on my heart.  I told them about having to consciously choose to love my daughter, without allowing myself to focus on “tomorrow.” I told them about how hard it is to “invest” in someone that you know won’t be here in a year.  Someone that you know is leaving, soon, and forever.  Our only strength was in believing that we will see our Zoë again someday.  Without that hope, I told them, I can understand why someone would walk away.

I spoke what was on my heart, I cried a little, and then I stopped.  Later, the woman who had explained the parents’ behavior as “a coping mechanism” thanked me.  She said that, while she’d been taught the concept for years, she’d never really understood it, but that my words had given her some insight.  I was glad the Lord was able to use what I had said.

Anyway, it’s been weeks since the conversation, but I still can’t stop thinking about it.  I keep coming back to idea of investing, particularly in our children.  As parents, we assume that our children will require commitment, on our part.  We commit to bringing them up.  In many cases, we even do so before our churches, committing to bring them up in a way that honors the Lord.  We assume the commitment will consist of time, energy, emotion, finances, support, and many other facets of our resources.  We assume the investment will be long-term.  We assume the outcome will be favorable.

A financial investor always hopes to come out ahead.  Investors may even assume that they will.  But it would be downright foolish for an investor to assume that every single one of his investments was going to do well, long-term, with only minor bumps in the market.

So why do we, as parents?  We are devastated to learn that our investments, in any of our children, fall short of the projected results?  Why do we think we should have the right to back out of our investments?  Less than 18-20 years?  Forget it!  Not worth my investment.  Less than favorable outcome?  Forget it!  Not worth my investment.  What do you mean my son’s going to grow up and stop talking to me?  I’m not interested in that!  Why is it that we have no problem taking risks on financial investments, based solely on good business, but we don’t think we should have to take risks on our personal investments in human beings?  I don’t know how many women have told me that they wouldn’t carry a baby to term, if they knew that the baby wasn’t going to live to his or her first birthday.  Why do we think children should come with guarantees, when we invest in a market that doesn’t?

I’m not really sure I have the answers to these questions.  I used to assume the same projections that every other parent does.  But then I grew to understand how a parent could walk away.  It still breaks my heart, because I believe every human being is worth the investment, but I understand.  Mostly I’ve just been wondering about the investments we make in our kids.  They really aren’t any more stable or predictable than any other investment.  But, then: if that Picasso you bought at auction turns out to be a forgery, does that mean you suddenly stop enjoying the artwork, or is it still worth the investment, if only to you?  And, for those of us who understand the investment, here’s a challenge that’s been on my heart: how burdened are we for those who are so poor in spirit that they cannot afford it?

Feb 08

A Different Kind of Loss

So…it’s been a while. For those of you who have been concerned about me, I appreciate it. Mostly, I’ve been doing okay. God and I have just been working out some issues. He’s good, but I don’t always understand what He’s doing. Anyway, He’s been laying on my heart, for a while, to post something, so I’ve finally made the time. I apologize, for those of you who follow.

In the time since I last posted, God has been working in my life in some very unexpected ways. He’s been teaching me some things, showing me some things about myself, and helping me make some changes that have been long needed. I haven’t really changed, but my outlook about some things has. I read a book, over the summer, by Phil Vischer, founder of Big Idea Productions (the original creator of VeggieTales). One of the things he really emphasized was that sometimes God takes things out of our hands so that we can remember that He is always enough. I needed that.

I’m not going to try to fill you in on everything that’s happened since my last post, because it’s just been too long. But there are a couple of things, in particular, that I’ve been wanting to share. I’m going to start there. In the future, we’ll see how the Lord leads. For today, this is what I’ve got.

One of the things that has been happening, in my absence, has to do with my son. It’s been, at times, very stressful, for my husband and I. During one of the times of conflict, last summer, the Lord used the situation to open my eyes to a babyloss mom issue that I didn’t know I had. You know…you go about your life, thinking “I’m SO glad that, of all the issues that I have, THAT isn’t one of them!” Then, of course, God gently starts nudging and you realize that, “Oh…yeah…I guess that IS something I struggle with…my bad…”

I’ve read so many blogs and online posts and articles and books and (you get the idea here) about babyloss moms who become obsessive about letting their other children out of their sight, afraid of what might happen to them. It’s so easy, when you’ve lost a child, to imagine losing another. It can happen so quickly. It can be so unpredictable. It’s easy to be afraid. Some of us struggle more than others, obviously. Just like any other personal issue, it affects everyone differently. There are some babyloss moms who never have a struggle with that fear. And, of course, there are a lot of moms who’ve never lost a child that have the same fear. We all want to protect our children and hold on to them for as long as we can. Learning to let go comes in different forms for all of us, as moms.

At any rate, all those times that I’ve been reading these women’s hearts, I’ve been moved with compassion for them, but grateful that I don’t share that particular struggle. Until God gently pointed out to me that I do. As I mentioned before, the same struggle doesn’t always wear the same mask. My fear surprised me, because it didn’t look like I expected it to. As it turns out, I’m afraid of losing my children in a different way. My fear isn’t about what will happen physically. I’m afraid of losing my children in a very different way.

There are times when I don’t know what to do with my son. I love him deeply. And that is where my fear begins. I value the relationship I have with my children. I appreciate that I have influence in their lives, if only by sheer virtue of the fact that I am their mother and spend a great deal of time with them. I greatly value the opportunities I have to invest in them, even if I don’t always take full advantage of them. And I understand that, as they get older, these opportunities will become less frequent, and my influence will lessen (as they become better able to make their own decisions). These are things that, as a parent, I look forward to seeing. I want my children to grow up to be individuals: competent, responsible morally and financially, and capable of making good decisions (with godly counsel, of course). I want them to be able to contribute to society, without needing me to hold their hand for the rest of their lives.

I value their hearts, however. I DO fear losing my children. I fear that I will make some horrible parenting decision and lose their hearts. I fear that I will anger my son and lose his respect. I fear that he will rebel and seek out friends – other influences – with the goal of provoking me (and my husband), resulting in stronger influences that point him in another direction. I am terrified that I will lose the opportunity to influence him – and his brother – for the Lord.

Looking at the subject from a strictly intellectual standpoint, I know the fear is just as unfounded and irrational. A single bad parenting decision, if handled with care, is not going to turn my son’s heart against me forever. Every child rebels, to some degree; it does not mean the end of the parent-child relationship. I know this. I know that making him angry is not going to ruin everything that we have spent years working to develop. I also know that I would not be the first parent to lose the heart of their child. If it happens, I know the Lord can bring them back. I know that prayer is much more powerful than fear. And I know, above all else, that God is Sovereign.

Fear isn’t rational, though. That’s what makes it a struggle. It’s one of the things that the Enemy uses to distract us. If we’re too busy obsessing over what MIGHT happen, we can’t focus on what NEEDS to happen, or on what IS happening. We get so upset over things that we have no control over that we miss the blessings that God is giving. We miss the small victories of today because we’re worried about failing tomorrow. God encourages us to plan ahead, but we need to balance it with gratitude and joy, based in faith and trust in Him. Planning for tomorrow shouldn’t come at the expense of walking with Him today.

I’m always surprised when God shows me something I didn’t know. I’m not sure why; I know I’m far from done learning. But it surprises me more when it’s something about myself. I’ve been learning a lot of those things, this year, and I’m trying to learn how to balance them. One step of that is learning how to let go of fear and grab onto faith. It’s not as easy as it sounds. Battles of the mind are often the hardest ones to win. But God already has the victory. I just have to learn how to claim what He’s already given me. And I’m learning.

I know my thoughts aren’t very well organized tonight. I apologize. I hope that this is an encouragement to someone, though. God’s been doing a lot to encourage me and I wanted to pass it along. He’s always good. In a fallen world, though, I know I need a reminder, sometimes.

Apr 23

Leaving Them Behind


In recent weeks, I had an experience that I wanted to share. No, it’s not this picture. This picture was actually taken last year, around Memorial Day. But I wanted you to be able to see the pinwheel, as it’s relevant. Besides, this particular photo seemed like a fitting illustration for the experience. But I’ll get there.

A few days ago, I had an appointment. I have them fairly often, like most people. As a stay-at-home, homeschool mom, my appointments usually mean a little schedule juggling. Since I can’t work around the kids’ school schedule, I have to figure that part out. I used to try to work around Hubby’s schedule, but that doesn’t usually help me anymore, so I have to go other routes. In some ways, it’s like being a stay-at-home mom with kids who aren’t old enough to go to school. Anyway, I had an appointment.

Since I couldn’t take the boys with me, on this particular day, I had taken them and dropped them off at a family member’s house. I left them there, knowing they were in good hands, without a second thought. I knew they’d be fine, slapped a kiss on them, and walked out the door. They weren’t any sorrier to see me go than I was to leave. They’re boys, and that’s life. Whatever.

(I’d like to interject at this point: I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, the kind of mother who dumps her children on others with no thought. However, that being said, I am a stay-at-home homeschool mom. I do not feel guilty about spending an afternoon, or even a weekend, alone, or with my husband, while they are in someone else’s care. As a babyloss parent, I understand the struggle to balance the need for their security, but I still enjoy some occasional “sanity breaks”. They are boys, after all!)

After I dropped them off, I decided to stop by the cemetery. I was nearby. My husband and I had been planning to stop a few days before and had ended up skipping the visit. I don’t go often; there is no joy there for me, only sadness. However, it is important to me that others know she is still important, so we try to keep decorations on her gravesite all the time. I had gotten a new pinwheel to put up; that was why we had been planning to stop. Since I had some extra time, I decided it would be a good chance to take down the old pinwheel (the one in the picture) and put up the new one.

I pulled in to the cemetery and drove back toward the section where our daughter is buried. Thanks to the giant pinwheels, her place is easy to find, even if it weren’t permanently burned into my mind. I pulled up last year’s pinwheel, faded and worn, and replaced it with a fresh new one. I “visited” for a minute. I always struggle with that part; I’m never sure what is “the right thing” to say or do. (By the way, I don’t think there is one.) Then I walked back to my car.

As I was walking away from that spot, headed toward my car, I was hit by the irony of the situation. A few minutes before, I had left my boys, something I don’t do terribly often, without a second thought. Now here I was, leaving my daughter, who I haven’t seen in over 3 years, and it’s still hard. I think it will always be hard. Still, it struck me that it was easier to leave those I’m with all the time than to leave the one I can never have with me. And she wasn’t even there!

It made me think back to when she was born. Leaving her at the NICU was hard. There was uncertainty, but I really believed that it was where she needed to be. And her brothers needed me, too. Still, it was hard. I wanted to be with her. In many ways, though, it was harder to leave the cemetery, on the day she was buried. I know she really wasn’t there. But, at that point, that little shell was all that I had left of her. And to walk away, knowing that even that part of her would never be mine again, was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. There’s just something about it…it feels, somehow, like I’m abandoning her, every time I walk away. I know there’s no truth to it. It just feels wrong.

Anyway, I drove away, that day, thinking about how warped things are. I have two sons that I want to see grow up and leave my home. They are my responsibility, and yet I can leave them in someone else’s care, knowing they are in good hands, and go about my day. But I struggle to leave my daughter, who is no longer my responsibility. And she’s in better care than anyone I leave my sons with!

Why is it that we so desperately want what we cannot have, while taking for granted the things we have in our hands? I know there’s something of human nature in it. I know that, to some degree, it’s to our benefit – the relationship we were meant to have with God is beyond our grasp, yet we cannot help desiring it. Still…

I don’t really have any particular conclusion, for this particular post. It’s just been on my heart to share the experience with you. I pray that God uses it. I don’t know what He’s wanting to say through it; I just know He wants me to share. I hope that it’s a blessing and an encouragement to you; it’s something that’s been on my heart a lot.

Jan 17

My Son’s Music…

I don’t know how you’re wired or what motivates you, but I live and breathe music. This week, the Lord has been using a particular song to challenge me. Our oldest son, like his mother, is hard-wired musically. Last year, for Christmas, we bought him his first cd. A bit old-school, I know, but so is our minivan.

One of the things I love about sharing music with our children is the influence it allows us to have. We don’t always buy kids’ music for our kids. They love the same music I do. And they know it! Our older son has been able to carry a tune since he was about three and a half. And what was he singing? The worship songs we had been singing in church.

So, anyway, this week, we’ve been listening to his Chris Tomlin cd. And there’s one song that the Lord keeps bringing to my mind and laying on my heart. He’s been using it to challenge me. I wanted to share it with you. These are just the lyrics from the chorus, but they’re powerful. I hope it’s a blessing to you.

“Let the glory of Your Name be the passion of the church; / Let the righteousness of God be a holy flame that burns; / Let the saving love of Christ be the measure of our lives; / We believe You’re all to us.”  — Chris Tomlin

This is the challenge He’s been laying on my heart. I hope He uses it to speak to your heart.

By His grace and for His glory.

Dec 04

My Heroes…

I know I’ve already posted today, but the Lord has been laying this on my heart for a while now, so…

I just want to take the opportunity to thank all of the babyloss mamas who love Jesus and want to serve Him by helping and encouraging others. It’s not an easy thing to humbly allow God to use you by inviting others into your pain, or by quietly entering into theirs. When you do not understand what He is doing, it is extremely difficult to open your heart for others to see – and judge. I am honored and extremely humbled to be joining this community of women, leaning on the strength of the Everlasting arms and constantly renewed mercies of our gracious God. I cannot say enough how grateful I am for the testimony of each and every one of you. Thank you for allowing Him to use your pain. He never wastes it. Someday we will see, even if we cannot understand here. You are my heroes and I pray that I, too, can be such an instrument of His glory. You have blessed me!

Nov 22

A Challenge…

I’m not really into the whole idea of “the Thanksgiving challenge”, as I call it. I’m sure you’re familiar with the idea: every day, from the first of November through Thanksgiving, it’s become popular to challenge one another to name something we’re thankful for. Sometimes, it doesn’t even involve other people; it’s a challenge we issue to our own hearts. Either way, it leads to a lot of Facebook posts, tweets, and other such things.

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not against the heart of this kind of challenge. In fact, I think it’s great to issue a call to gratitude, especially among Christians. I just get weary of the posts of people who have decided to “accept the challenge”, because it’s the trendy thing to do, and then end up fishing, by the fourth or fifth day, for shallow “gratitude” simply because they don’t want to be the first one to give in to defeat. Personally, I try to keep a daily journal of gratitude, with 3-5 things a day. I don’t always stay on top of that, but it’s a good habit to be in. Besides that, research has found a laundry list of benefits for people who make a conscious effort to write down things that they’re thankful for. I just don’t like the idea of making it into a “holiday tradition”. I think it should be a year-round thing, even when it’s not something that everyone is sharing.

I’ve always struggled, a little, with the idea of the Thanksgiving holiday. I understand that it has a lot more to do with the history of our nation than it does with a particular attitude. But there is a definite focus, during the month of November, on having an attitude of gratitude. Again, I think this is a great thing! As someone who struggles with balance, though, there is a very real temptation, for me, to slap on the “season” label and let the attitude be part of it, much like the traditions and decorations. I want to make the attitude fit into the season, instead of letting the season come out of the attitude. My natural response is to resent the traditions, which can sometimes ring hollow, and instead refuse to associate the practices I value with the actual holiday that people use.

November began, a few weeks ago, without the idea of the “challenge” really coming up much. Or so I thought. Then I went to my Wednesday night ladies’ Bible study. Our pastor’s wife, who leads the study, told us, that first week, what we would be studying for the month:Psalms, highlighting a focus on gratitude. And she offered up: The Challenge! Instead of one thing every day, we were challenged to physically write down (or at least make an electronic note) of five things from each day.

I’m not going to post everything and everyone’s buisiness here on my blog, but I wanted to share the challenge that the Lord has been laying on my heart for the last few days. It’s not my words, and it’s a simple, basic cause-and-effect observation. But David could write!

Psalm 13:6 – “I will sing unto the Lord, because He hath dealt bountifully with me.”

The idea David was trying to convey here, probably, is one of having such joy that we just can’t contain it anymore. David was so blessed by God’s lovingkindness toward him that he just had to sing! My challenge for you is a much simpler one. Just two questions, directly related to the quote. 1) Has He?  and   2) Will You?

It’s not much. But it’s one of the ways He’s been challenging me, this week. Have a blessed day tomorrow. 🙂

Nov 20

Rejoice Evermore…

Wow! I can’t believe it’s already been over a week since my last post. For those of you who have been concerned that I went off the deep end, please forgive me. I appreciate your concern and am touched that you care enough to be worried for me. On the whole, aside from the emotional roller coaster, I actually had a great week. I just (purposely) didn’t have any time for blogging. I find that busyness is an effective coping mechanism, particularly when I need some distraction.

The Lord has really been blessing me, over these past few weeks. I am feeling so encouraged and so humbled! Please keep praying for the ministry. There are some very important things in the works right now, as well as some major decisions, and I really need the Lord’s wisdom. We have some amazing opportunities right now, but I want to do what’s best and what will glorify the Lord, not just the things that I think would be cool.

I mentioned, a moment ago, that I am feeling humbled…our God is SO good! I have had several people tell me, over the last few months, that they admire the strength I have shown over the last four years. That’s humbling in itself. I really feel that if people are seeing me handle things with grace, it’s because the Lord is only showing them what is most glorifying to Him, hiding me altogether – I am NOT that person! What’s even more humbling, though, for me, is that it’s almost always been people that I admire. It’s interesting when you’re having a conversation with someone who thinks you’re doing such a good job and all you can think is: “Lord, I don’t know if I could do what they do.” It’s such a blessing to know that He gives each of us a sufficient measure of grace for our own situation, not for our imagined version of someone else’s. Scripture never advocates personal comparison. It’s little wonder; when we spend time wondering “How does so-and-so do that?”, it moves our focus off the Lord and onto ‘so-and-so’.

The Lord has been teaching me, of late, in a very real, practical, applicable way, what it means to belong. About a year ago, when I was doing some Christmas shopping, I found a necklace that I instantly fell in love with. It’s a simple pendant, shaped either as a feather or a leaf. I’m not completely sure, because it’s very ambiguous. Actually, that’s one of the reasons I like it so much. The reason I was instantly drawn to it, though, was because of the imprint on the back. In small, unassuming print, there is given a Scripture reference, accompanied by three words: “I AM HIS”. That’s all it says. When I came across the pendant, I was desperately in need of a reminder that Someone had chosen me. I found a great deal of comfort in those three little words. As time has passed, though, He has really been laying something else on my heart.

In 1 Corinthians 6:19-20, Paul says, “What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own? (20) For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God’s.” Paul is encouraging believers not to value their own lives above sharing the message of Christ Jesus. In this context, though, those three little words, “I am His”, take on a whole new meaning.

It seems like it would be constrictive, doesn’t it? To be owned by another person, answerable for every single moment of your day. It’s a big responsibility. As He has been teaching me, though, one of the things that has been constantly overwhelming to me is the relief that comes with it. I have accountability before others, as everyone should, at times. We all need that. But what a peace to know that, at the end of the day, while I am responsible for my actions, I am not accountable for working out any of the details. Just like a servant is only accountable for his own actions and responsibilities, it’s not my job to work out the how. All I have to answer for is whether or not I did what He asked me to do. And He is GOOD!

The Scriptural picture that we have, from the Old Testament, is a servant, in the nation of Israel, who had finished his contract (either by paying off his debt or by reaching the end of his agreed upon time of service). The picture, though, is of the man who, having fulfilled this contract, chooses not to leave. Instead of walking away, claiming freedom and the opportunity to build his own life, he chooses, having developed a relationship with the Master, to stay and continue serving the man he has come to respect and trust. That’s what God wants with us. The question, then, becomes a simple one: do I trust and respect Him enough to choose submission? Wow. Simple, but not easy!

Thank you for reading my blog. I hope that it’s been an encouragement to you!

By His grace,

and For His glory,

Ica Newberry.