God Whispers – Don’t Lose Heart

dont lose heartDo you ever feel odd in this world? Almost like you don’t fit in? Your ideas and opinions, once the normal for society, are not politically vogue anymore. You find yourself scratching your head, looking down at your pleated dress and heels, feeling outdated.

Dresses were so 1950’s – it’s now expected of women to wear combat boots and slacks affirmatively standing on their right to dress like a man, gain as much work success as their counterparts, and even act like a male for that matter.

But, where does that leave the woman that desires to be a caretaker, nurturer and finds fulfillment in her soul to nourish babies with warm homemade meals and caress their forlorn rosy cheeks with sweet lullabies? Has society so progressed that she is archaic?

Our battle cries are no longer rooted in the soil of faith, family and values. No, they are centered on evolving on stances, catering to those who are popular at the time and those who seek out self-elevation.

What happened to the days where we broke bread with our neighbors, laughed in the front yard with our children and offered a bright smile to a stranger on the street? Instead, it’s culturally acceptable to laugh, with wine glass in hand, over the discussion of organs harvested from babies that were defenseless – that ultimately had no voice.

To the mother feeling amiss with emotions and befuddlement – it’s easy to throw your hands up and give up hope. You see a society crumbling – not even slowly anymore. It’s rapidly disintegrating.

You feel as though you are throwing your children to the wolves in school systems teeming with political correctness – void of prayer. Your heart mourns for your children. But, what can you do?

God whispers –don’t lose heart.

He sees you, sitting there awestruck at the news cycle that just gets worse year by year. He sees you struggling to teach your children how to differentiate between light and dark. He hears your prayers for wisdom and guidance.

And, says – keep looking to me.

Though outsiders to the culturally savvy and astute, you carry the light of Christ. You see, though the world may be crumbling, God’s word never fails and never disintegrates – it stands. Always.

“So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.” – Isaiah 55:11

We are building our homes and what we choose to teach and exemplify, our little ones become. You can be depressed about society; however, you have the keys to make a difference.

Raise up your children in the Lord. Stand on the solid foundation of the LORD’s principles. Shine his love in the darkness of this culture of corruption.

Be different.

God has given us the keys to the kingdom. Use them. You are equipped. Others may laugh; but, you know the truth. God needs beautiful culture creators – of purity.

Don’t lose heart, perhaps this is the moment for which you were created?

For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?” – Esther 4:14

His Story For Our Lives Ends in Victory

READING A NOVELThere is something uniquely beautiful about opening a new book. The pages have not yet been touched. These new leaflet sheets smell new and the binding is utterly crisp – not bent and dilapidated. There is anticipation in reading page one – for the story is only beginning and there are so many adventures ahead to be experienced by the eyes and emotions of the reader.

But nothing can beat the enjoyment of reading the book and experiencing the excitement, surprise, twists and turns of the story lines. Novels can take you from enchanted forests to barren kingdoms. They can make you shed tears of joy, as well as, tears of sorrow. That worn binding is priceless for it conveys a journey.

Have you ever thought about your life as a novel that God is writing? Sometimes it is hard to truly imagine that concept. Yet, how beautiful that our lives are being written by the supreme poet laureate of storytellers!

And, his story for our lives does not end in a tragedy – with those who have committed their lives to the good fight being destroyed or dismayed. No, it ends in pure joy – victory. Sure, there may be twists and turns – ultimately the things that build character and that backbone. But, the Author of our lives has an ending of sheer delight in store.

In his kindness God called you to share in his eternal glory by means of Christ Jesus. So after you have suffered a little while, he will restore, support, and strengthen you, and he will place you on a firm foundation. – 1 Peter 5:10

When racked with worry and sadness, remember God wins. You may even need to say it aloud. God has already won the battle. He has claimed victory over death and defeat.

Live your own story with grace and dignity. Walk uprightly – knowing that your God holds the pen and is writing you a beautiful happily ever after – for it will be in the comfort of his kingdom, where God reigns victoriously. The sun does not set; but, shines on our faces every hour – fueling our beings with perfect love.

Book Review: Hiding in the Light – Why I Risked Everything to Leave Islam and Follow Jesus

Rifqa-Bary-Hiding-in-the-LightThis woman is an inspiration – such a beautiful soul. While reading this book, I found myself looking to heaven and thanking God countless times for his love, mercy and affection. The way in which Rifqa Berry writes about Jesus is mesmerizing. She truly counts him as a constant friend and companion in her life – a life that could sometimes be very lonely and solitude.

“Wherever the church has lost this passion and fervor, may stories like mine disturb the cobwebs that limit believers’ faith to a menu selection—when Jesus is truly the feast Himself.” – Rifqa Berry

If you are looking for a book that you cannot set down – this is the one for you. Rifqa’s words will set fire to your heart and soul. In her memoir, she takes you through the journey of being raised in Sri Lanka, and the struggle of moving to the United States, New York for that matter – right before the Twin Towers were attacked.

She relives heart wrenching moments in her life, as well as, some beautiful defining situations. After reading this book, if you are a Christian, you will soon realize how precious it is to openly read and study the Word of God.

Hiding in the Light not only relays the dangers of converting to Christianity in a Muslim household; but, it also takes you on a journey of little girl’s path to adulthood – faced with one of the toughest situations imaginable – fleeing from her family.

This account will touch your heart, and I pray it makes you say constant prayers for Rifqa, who is still in hiding. What a beautiful story of God’s power, healing and divine provision in placing iron-sharpening individuals in her life.

You can purchase the book on Amazon, here.

Here is a brief biography on the author:

Fatima Rifqa Bary, a native of Sri Lanka, moved with her family to the United States at the age of eight. She secretly converted from Islam to Christianity at age twelve. When her family discovered her secret four years later, she ran away from home—and her story made national headlines. Still living in an undisclosed location, Rifqa’s passions are prayer, missions, and people. She also cherishes long talks with loved ones over coffee and eating lots of chicken curry.

Faithfully Jumping in the Flames of Life

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Feet caked in debris, I look up at the sky and shake my fists! When did the air get so dirty and thick – almost to the point of clogging up my windpipes?

Looks can be deceiving. We’ve learned that from the Goldilocks fable, where the Big Bad Wolf, cloaked as grandma, jumps out from the four post bed and gobbles up the poor, sweet blonde.

Yet, the brilliant horizon appears beautifully fresh and moist – almost like a fairy-tale; nevertheless, I am wincing for air. Those with painted picket posters might argue my claim; but, my struggle for breath is not from environmental factors. But, rather emotional and spiritual soot –the kind that blocks up the solid brick chimney –igniting house fires and releasing that deadly carbon dioxide.

My heart’s desire is not to get burned by the furious flame. I want to dance in the fire like those valiant soldiers of God – Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego. How obedient they were standing firm in the promise that Yahweh would protect them from this scorching furnace. Yet, when I evaluate my faith that picture and reality of my skin roasting in the heat is all consuming. It frightens the child within my soul and shakes the walls of my flesh temple.

God has called us to be obedient to his charge. He has proven his loyalty time and time again. Like a compassionate king, he unleashes love –for he is made of the purest form of love there is. He proves his faithfulness to the faithful.

And the princes, governors, and captains, and the king’s counselors, being gathered together, saw these men upon whose bodies the fire had no power, nor was a hair of their head singed, neither were their coats changed nor had the smell of fire passed onto them. – Daniel 3:27

Woe to me if I believe the cigarette stench of this world can consume me. It only swallows me if I allow it to do so. It is my choice to stay in the smoking suite and have my clothes bathed in the smell of others nicotine addictions.

May I faithfully jump into the flames of this life – knowing that you will be there to dance with me, God. And, this dance will not leave me laden with a smoke smelling jacket. No, it will smell like the embers of Christ – as sweet as honey and heavenly!

Every Life Has a Meaning That Can Never Be Replaced or Recreated

life little girlLife. We use the word freely; but, when the meaning sinks in, it is priceless – like a costly ruby or the crown jewels. Life means living, breathing, smiling and running. It means watching in marvel as the crisp yellow, orange and brown leaves swirl to the ground in autumn.

It is truly a heavy word for it’s a weighty experience. You feel pain, grief, excitement and sheer joy at times. You are given choice and freewill. You are given a voice.

Life is given to us as a gift from our Creator. From his breath we were formed. From his hands we were molded. Life is not meant to be snuffed out – or recklessly destroyed for every life has a meaning that can never be replaced or recreated by another soul.

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” – Jeremiah 1:5

Like every fingerprint is unique, every person when knitted together in their mother’s womb is fearfully and wonderfully made. Facial features from heaven; these are the work of a true artist. With brushstrokes of love, he paints life.

May we value life – for everyone formed deserves to take their first breath. May we be a nation that speaks for the voiceless – for a person is created at the moment of conception, and God’s hand is truly upon them.

“It is a poverty to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish.” ― Mother Teresa

“Abortion kills twice. It kills the body of the baby and it kills the conscience of the mother. Abortion is profoundly anti-women. Three quarters of its victims are women: Half the babies and all the mothers.” – Mother Teresa

The Maker clings on to the finger of the baby swimming inside their mother’s womb. He has already spoken promise over their lives. How utterly evil it is – to snuff that little light out for selfish gain.

May this country have eyes to see and ears to hear what is noble and right. May we embrace morality again, and look to God for guidance. Let the hearts return to whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable.

“No law can give us the right to do what is wrong.” – President Abraham Lincoln

In The Stillness & Quiet – God Speaks

despairWe hear it recited over and over again that the joy of the Lord is our strength. Yet, some days it is hard to truly think his joy is enforcing our battle armor – especially on rough days. Bitter thoughts, frantic work commitments and the stretch to ‘be all there’ with our families can play its toll.

It is hard to find that joy in all the surrounding factors of life. It is easy to sit weighted down by your troubles. You gasp for air thinking – if only I could rest and find stillness!

Take heart, child of the living God. Allow breath to fill your lungs and breathe in deeply. God orders the steps of those he loves and he showers blessings on the faint of heart. His eyes are on you, child, and he sees your deepest needs.

He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. – Isaiah 40:49

The Sovereign LORD has given me a well-instructed tongue, to know the word that sustains the weary. He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being instructed. – Isaiah 50:4

There is so much truth in the promise – ‘be still and know that I am God.’ In the stillness and the quiet, God speaks and his peace is attained. Yet, we go about our busy lives forgetting this magnificent reality and are angered when we don’t hear the honey voice of the Lord.

We must try to sing even in the uncertain, low times – the times where we truly feel like we are walking through the valley of death or entombed in a pit with famished lions.

Like Paul and Silas in prison, we must lift our voices and make a joyful noise in our moments of stillness – for it breaks the chains of ruin. In the car, at home in a closet, walking the dog – wherever it is for you. Praise is so sweet to the ears of our Maker. It moves his heart.

Worship is simply giving God his breath back. – Lou Giglio

Praise in the stillness, when no one is around, softens despondent hearts. It lifts stressed souls and lights weary eyes. This should be our blissful place – for our hearts were made to worship the King of Glory.

May we never fret stress, demanding schedules and the hustle of life. May we realize that it is God who is in control. Take the reins sweet Redeemer! Let us seek out stillness and intimacy with you!

Perfect Fireside Candle + Essential Oil Blend

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There is something magical about the change of the seasons. Just on the hind legs of summer, it appears God has ushered in the autumn season. Brilliant colored leaves start to fall on the earth and the cool wind whips your face.

That smell of campfires in the distance pervade your senses. You want to bottle that scent and bring the campfire indoors with you. Plaid shirt and riding boots, you can be an adventurer in your own home to the flicker of a candle.

Check out Parachute’s blended collection of natural scented candles. Seriously, if you like the idea of writing in peace with the glow of the candle in the background, their candle collection draws inspiration from the outdoors.

The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter, and is about as ample at one season as at another.  It is as well for cheerfulness as for warmth and dryness. – Henry David Thoreau

For only $24 (and $12 for the travel tin) you can bring the scents of warm amber, vetiver and musk to your home. Whether entertaining or just making the house smell like an outdoor experience for your family, others are sure to enjoy this autumn smell.

Vetiver is a very grounding and calming essential oil. It is said to support those recovering from trauma or dealing with stress, and may aide in sleep.

Moms – this is also an oil that is used for ADHD children! Light this little soy beauty up after school to calm the little ones down.

It’s the season to sit by a warm campfire, so bring the bonfire inside with this beautiful candle and skip the bug bites.

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Check out Parachute online. You will like their clean, crisp designs.

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The Table is Set – The Feast is Ready

foodThe table is set – the feast is ready. Mouth watering at the rich, buttery food in bowls of bounty at the polished farm table, you wait for the dinner guests. The night is cool and the breeze wafts through your long locks like a narrow comb.

But, where are the guests?

Stars illuminating the night sky – almost as much as the moon, you reflect. The invitations were mailed and the blessing was inscribed with flowery language that mirrors promises. It was clear – this feast would bring a blessing.

Yet, why were there no guests holding hands open for the food prepared that fully satisfies?

With wedding dress of intricate flowers etched on the exterior of your garment, you wait. Surely – a multitude will come and sup with the Father – the Savior Supreme. For it is written in God’s Word:

Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb! – Revelation 19:9

Nevertheless, only the echo of silence pervades the light speckled sky. Your mind races to the watchmen of old – those that fixed their eyes on the walls.

Were you placed here to usher in the wedding guests? Would they listen? Maybe a simple invitation was not enough for the occasion; but, rather a blast of the shofar, given to you for such a time as this!

You shout – and pray for others to take notice of the feast prepared in the presence of our enemies. For God, is waiting to anoint our head with oil and overflow our cup with blessings!

How priceless is your unfailing love! Both high and low among men find refuge in the shadow of your wings. They feast on the abundance of your house; you give them drink from your river of delights. –Psalm 36: 7-8

Come sup with the Lord of Ages! He is calling for you to sit at the table and partake of the food he has prepared. This substance is filling and forever satisfies.

He awaits to crown your head with splendor and make you his watchmen on the wall. Pull up a chair. Sit at the table.

He Captures My Heart With Lines of Love

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Words – His are beautiful. I gawk at the prose. These sentences are the only ones truly that can send chills down my spine and empower my footsteps. He captures my heart with lines of love, and once I digest his manuscript, I will never be the same.

It alters me – for the better. My complexion is clearer, eyes brighter and my mind fully aware of the riches rooted in such a Miracle Maker. You’ve heard it said time and time again – the Bible is God’s love letter written just for you! And how silly not to open a love letter and take in the beautiful text that tells you of its steadfast love for you.

The start of the chapter of John in the Bible is simply stunning. It states,

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind.” – John 1:1-4

God is the Word. Let’s think on that for a moment. He is the Word – how powerful. By taking in his breathed lexis – we are getting to know him, his person, completely. How amazing that God has served as scribe and is holding out his love to both you and me. This should set a fire in our bellies and the sense of affection should permeate our bodies like a brewing blend of loose leaf teas.

The longer the tea bag sits in the cup, the stronger the tea. The more God’s word saturates our minds, the clearer our grasp on what’s important to Him and the stronger our prayers. – Joni Eareckson Tada

The more I read of my Redeemer’s goodness – the bigger sense of affection for him seizes my spirit. My whole soul is held captive by his glorious nature; but, this captive is not imprisoned in the worldly sense. She does not wear stripes and sit in chains. She is made free in him – because God is life. She is given wings and a new celebrated name – Child of God, Crown of Splendor, Beloved Daughter, His Workmanship…

I want to delve into the richness of my Savior’s Words – much like I would study my favorite author’s quotes and manuscripts. God, the Father, is the divine author of life and salvation. He is the reason for my waking breath in the first hours of sunrise. He is the cause of my humble strides on concrete streets.

How glorious the poetry of the King! May his truths take root in our hearts and minds; and, may a desire to absorb his faithful, freeing Word pervade our lives!

For in him we live and move and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’ – Acts 17:28

Walking Through the Fire Fully Intact

campfireThe battle rages with fury around us – like the burning embers of a camp fire, it scorches and pops our bodies with that stinging heat. We flinch and look over at the ball of flames. It is menacing and this fiery furnace drains us of our energy – sometimes to the point of giving up.

We think how easy it would be to let go of fighting that scorching heat. To live in the flames and just let it consume us – because then we would not feel that smoke laden fire lapping against our souls.

But, what do we gain from giving up? Despair. Weakness. Terror – a spirit that allows darkness to grab hold of our beings and conquer.

We are draped in battle armor – lest we forget. It does not mean that there will not be marks in our heavenly covering. No – just the opposite – our suits should be covered in bullet marks. And, we should be a display of a soldier that has been through the fire and not been burned. A fighter that has sustained numerous rounds of attacks from the enemy – and is still fully intact!

I think of King David fleeing for his life and hiding in the hills from Saul. There were armies looking for him. They wanted to kill him and came very close to accomplishing that mission.

Can you imagine the thoughts running through his mind –I should give up, maybe run away from this place and never return or just surrender. But no –he pressed on because he knew that his God was greater than the hate he was coming up against.

He cried out to his Maker and Supreme King in Psalm 54: 4-7:

“Surely God is my help; the Lord is the one who sustains me. Let evil recoil on those who slander me; in your faithfulness destroy them. I will sacrifice a freewill offering to you; I will praise your name, Lord, for it is good. You have delivered me from all my troubles, and my eyes have looked in triumph on my foes.”

David, though facing defeat and abhorrence, knew God had a plan – even in the midst of trouble. His Maker had called him out from his youth and spoken over him great things. He could have surrendered, but he didn’t – and he was made King of Israel.

The fire burns. It hurts and is scares. But, fighting it with endurance proves to be beautiful.

God does not want perfect warriors. He wants ironclad men and women – tested and refined by the fire of external debris. This is how the most precious metals are made – it’s a process.

May we never give up hope in the midst of hardship! Let’s look up to heaven when walking through the fire – and praise God for trusting us enough to wade knee-deep in suffering because there is always beauty after the storm.

“See, God has come to save me. I will trust in him and not be afraid. The LORD God is my strength and my song; he has given me victory.” Isaiah 12:2