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Dear Adoniah,
This morning you didn't want to do anything or go anywhere. Your hair was a mess and you didn't want to change out of your sweatpants. But I made you change into a cute outfit. We put your hair up. We went to a little shop in Indianola. Your eyes lit up for a pretty necklace. I got it for you. We walked outside to the most beautiful, gentle snow falling softly. As we walked with our brown shopping bag toward the bakery, you said, "Mom, it feels like I'm in a movie!". It did feel like that. It was absolutely random, and special, and it felt like a touch of a restored heaven and Earth. Maybe someday you'll be sitting in your home, and you'll be sad, and you'll not want to get dressed or fix your hair. Maybe life will seem empty. Maybe it will feel like something is lost. I don't know if you'll remember the chocolate peanut butter cup you picked at the bakery, or the bite of the chocolate mint creme that you had of mine. I don't …
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Why You Should Encourage Your Kid to Give Wrestling A Try

Have you considered signing your kid up for wrestling, but are unsure? 
Parents, can I just take a minute to convince you to have your kids give it a try?
Before I begin, let me just say that I do not wish to insinuate that every kid should wrestle.There are plenty of ways to learn and grow as a person besides this sport.Each child is unique, and will learn in unique ways about how to live life.For some, music may be the discipline that carries them into responsibility.For others, basketball.For still others, math.But our job as parents is to figure out what will help our children learn the valuable life lessons they need before we send them out the door as adults. That means encouraging them to try things so they can find a passion.To find a fit.So, more than anything, I encourage you to find that thing.And maybe you’ll find out that wrestling is it. But there’s only one way to find out.Try it. And here’s why:
Nope, I am not a wrestler. Nor have I ever been.Truthfully athletics were nev…

6 Ways to Support Your Pastor

Being a pastor is not an easy job.  Sure, there are the very rich mega-pastors in their mansions and private jets, but your every day local pastor most likely isn’t like that. They work hard for you.  They are there for you at the most joyous and broken moments of your life.  They perform your wedding, bless your children, and walk you through the painful death of a loved one.  They deal with the highs and lows of life directly every single day.  They are always on call.  If you could find a way to bless your pastor, would you?  As a now grown-up pastor’s kid, I hope your answer is yes. 
I remember being very young and a friend at school asked me, “So what else does your dad do?”  I didn’t understand.  I said, “Well he’s just a Pastor. That’s what he does.”  The kid looked at me and said, “Well what does he do the rest of the week then?” Funny how kids see things, right? But the truth is many adults don’t understand what sort of relationship they can have with their pastor on a regul…

Holy Week Thoughts- What do we want?

The disciples and the crowds thought Jesus was going to do something big. They believed he was up to something that would change the world. They thought he was going to start a revolution, overthrow the Roman Empire, and make Israel into a great nation again. They wanted a King. And when he didn't turn out to be what they expected, they deserted him. But they had no idea that Jesus WAS about to change the world. He WAS starting not only a great revolution, but the great restoration. He overthrew a kingdom alright, but one from which sprouted all oppression, fear, injustice, and death. He instigated a process of renewing all things. A process we are still in. They got a King. Had they known, they would have dropped to the ground in awe of it all. Like the soldier at the cross. At the feet of the King of Kings. Do we get it? Do we realize it? Or are we like them, asking God for something he doesn't seem to be giving us. And all the while we don't realize that He is actually…

Holy Week Thoughts- Judas

I think many in our culture and cultures around the world today would have thrown post-betrayal Judas into ridicule, prison or worse, killed him ourselves. I'm absolutely convinced, however, that Jesus would have treated him with incredible compassion, forgiveness, and restoring love. There was remorse. He threw the 30 pieces of silver at the feet of those whom he had slithered for. Judas had done a bad thing. Very. But I've never known a person Jesus wouldn't embrace with full forgiveness. Judas didn't get to see the third day because he took his own life. He didn't get to eat breakfast with the disciples on the beach with a risen Jesus, and hear the words of affirmation and restoration that Peter got to hear. Or maybe he did, in a way we don't know. I guess we won't know til later. But. Regardless. How do we treat people who turn their backs on us, disown us, or even betray us? What if we acted like Jesus in those moments? ‪#‎holyweekthoughts‬

Enter the City

This summer has been full. In so many good ways. Vacation, fireworks, county fair, camp, more camp, state fair is just around the corner. 
In all of this I've had hardly any spare moments to write. 
I thought I'd just take a quick moment and share what has been on my heart this rare quiet summer week, before I head to another camp.
When Jesus entered the city, the whole place was stirred. In other words, all the mundane was halted and the glory of the Kingdom of God broke into it. People felt something. They noticed something. Even without the things Jesus said and did, He carried the Spirit of God within Him. So wherever He went people could feel the freedom radiating from Him. They were picking up on peace, love, kindness, and selflessness. People were drawn to that, even if only for a moment, like a blade of grass to the rising sun. Naturally, spiritually, we respond to God's presence because He is our source of Life. 
We have been given the same Spirit that Jesus has. God&…

The Successful Me

About a year ago, a friend offered a question to our group:  "How would you define success?"

His question made me think.  I did not feel successful.  In fact, I felt quite the opposite. My friends all seemed to be getting degrees, careers, recognition, awards. Well deserved, might I add.  My husband was seeing all sorts of success in his business, which I was and am immensely proud of.  
I googled "successful woman". There were so many photos, none of which looked like my life. 

Here I was, a wife, a stay-at-home mom, a college drop-out (I put school on hold when I got pregnant with Silas), I volunteered for different ministries, but had no tangible evidence of success that would fit these definitions I was seeing. I felt absolutely no judgement toward these women. I thought what they were doing was wonderful. I thought they were living their dream. The problem was in my comparison. I brought home no pay-check. I was not the modern woman the world wanted.  I was just…