Local "Mom Group" - Audra's Pick
I'm not sure what it's called where you live. Here we call it iMom, some places call it MOPS. The "Moms Group" in your local church could go by a number of different names. Whatever the name, in my opinion, this is the place to be if you are a mother! 1. You can find friends in the same stages of life that you're in. Who couldn't use another friend or two to do life with! 2. You get a little "me time" away from the little ones which only makes you a better mommy! 3. These ladies are there to encourage and support you in your parenting as well as your faith!
My encouragement to you is to find the "Mom Group" in a local Bible believing church and join in!
Missional Motherhood - Laura's pick
I love this blog because it's a combination of mother's of all ages and all with different stories and experiences. Their tagline is "raise them up to send them out," and as hard as that is to even think about, that's exactly what we are called to do. Whatever season of life you are in, Missional Motherhood will speak to you and point you to scripture to help you press on!
Parenting by Paul David Tripp - Rebecca's Pick
Hands down this is the best parenting resource that I have ever come across! My only wish is that it had been written 14 years ago when I became a parent! In this life-giving book, Paul Tripp offers parents much more than a to-do list. Instead, he presents us with a big-picture view of God's plan for us as parents. Outlining fourteen foundational principles centered on the gospel, he shows that we need more than the latest parenting strategy or list of techniques. Rather, we need the rescuing grace of God - grace that has the power to shape how we view everything we do as parents. Freed from the burden of trying to manufacture life-change in our children's hearts, we can embrace a grand perspective of parenting overflowing with vision, purpose, and joy.
Sally Clarkson - Tammy's pick
Sally Clarkson is one of those women you wished lived in your hometown so you could sit on her porch, drink hot tea, and discuss any topic concerning motherhood. But since I don't live in her beautiful state, I've settled for the next best thing, her blog and her books. Her writing is warm and inviting, drawing the reader in to feel as if she's, well, sitting on her front porch with a hot cup of tea and discussing any topic concerning motherhood.
Biblical Woman - Spring's pick
BiblicalWoman.com whose slogan says, “His Wisdom for Her world” is a place that I know I can go to get wisdom from Godly women who have God and Scripture at the forefront of their lives. It is a place that I know I can trust their heart and their words to be words that align with God’s words. Though the site is not only about mothering, you can do a quick search and find articles regarding all sorts of topics for mothers with children in all ages and stages written by top theologians to just every day mothers on the front lines of parenting. It’s real, it’s relatable, it’s encouraging and it’s biblical.
It's Friend Friday, and I can't wait for you to meet today's friend! This precious friend of mine has walked thru the fire this past year. In all honesty, because of the way she is choosing to thrive, it's easy to forget that she's still walking thru the fire. She inspires me with her unwavering love of the Lord, her endless joy, and her beautiful authenticity. Therefore, it is with great pleasure that I get to introduce her to you! <3, Tammy
Spring is a native Texan living in West Tennessee. Though God has given her the opportunity to be a part of many things, she considers the greatest blessings of her life to be the wife to her late husband, Charles, and the mother to her two amazing (almost two year old) twins, Charlie and Londie. You can continue to follow her story at www.charlesandspring.com.
I remember my pastor preaching on Abraham in March 2011. It was a message of how Abraham stepped out in faith to follow God, to go where He sent him, away from his homeland. I got up and went to my car during the invitation fully believing that is exactly what God was telling me to do as I got in my car to drive to Tennessee from East Texas.
It was that previous Fall, as a single, late-20 something, women’s ministry director, and nursing instructor, when I was leading a bible study I was writing on Hebrews 11, The Faith Chapter. I had no idea I was just a few months away from one of the greatest leaps of faith God would lead me on.
I was on eHarmony for pure entertainment. I never really believed I would ever get married. I was hopeful, yes, but never really thought it would happen. Just a few years before I had gone forward at a women’s ministry conference and did the big ugly cry right there at the altar, giving over my desires for marriage because I wanted what God wanted for me. If that wasn’t marriage, I was okay with that.
But then I met Charles Reed. As soon as we began talking I knew there was something different about him, something special, something life-changing. I knew from the moment I met him, my life would never be the same, just by knowing him. I had no idea that God was about to provide me with the greatest privilege I could ever imagine by allowing me to not just “know” him, but be loved by him, be his wife, and join him on his incredible journey.
Charles was brilliant. He knew something about everything, from how to build a house, how to cook, all the parts of a diesel engine, the ins and outs of farming, deep theology, all types of history and everything in between just to name a few. He was the first person that I could not argue with because he was always right. And I mean…. always right.
He was sensitive and kind. He was strong in mind and heart and he could handle all of my emotions. He was a dreamer. He was devoted. He loved deeply and passionately. He was my security. He was a great leader both at home and at work. Not to mention how funny he was and how quick he would always be to share Jesus with old friends and random strangers. He didn’t care or have time for the frivolous things of this world that so many people seem to get distracted with so easily. He was on a mission and wanted to spend the time on this earth that God gave him for His glory.
He was my best friend.
We could spend literally hours upon hours and days upon days together and never get tired of one another even after working together all day, starting a business together and a ministry. We never got annoyed with one another, and no matter how much time we had together, it was never enough. I remember the first week of marriage thinking it was the best thing ever because it was like having a sleepover with your best friend but it never ends, and you never have to go home! Even over the years, that never changed.
Charles had a unique story though. Charles had Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, was completely dependent and on a ventilator far outliving any prognosis or life expectancy any doctor had ever given him. We lived a very unconventional life full of caregivers and “unique” circumstances, such as when one of his cords caught fire on his wheelchair, or the time he got stuck on the ice on our driveway as the van was sliding backward down the hill, always fun times!
Over the course of our marriage, we would find ourselves facing more challenges and greater difficulties than most couples go through in a lifetime. But during those days we learned of a closeness to our Savior that we had never known before, and we experienced more joy than you could possibly imagine as God blessed us greatly even during some really dark days.
Was it hard to say yes to God? No.
Was it ever what I imagined my life to be? No.
Was the sacrifice great? Yes.
Was stepping out in faith and following the Lord where he led me worth it? Yes, beyond words.
By Faith God called me to leave behind my home, my family, my state, my ministry, and more.
But by faith, he led, and I followed a life and a love far beyond what I could have ever imagined.
When we say, “yes” to God and step out in faith to follow Him, the journey is usually much different than we would plan for ourselves but always far greater than we could ever imagine. It may be like Abraham and He leads us to an unknown land and unknown destination but every step He guides, every step he will provide for, every step is worth it and every single step has a purpose in His eternal plan.
"No, I don't want children!" I declared to my shocked newlywed husband. Even though I had played with dolls and pretended to be a mommy as a young child, time had drastically changed my wanting a quiver full of children to wanting zilch, zero, none.
Time and counseling (ha) were followed by one, then two babies. Yet, as a new mommy, the days and many nights were painfully long. I lived for nap-time and bedtime just trying to sanely make it thru each day with little ones needing my. every. waking. second. I loved the title of “Mommy” but I didn’t love being a mommy.
Looking back, I realized I had bought into the lies the evil one had whispered into my heart. These lies, while different from Eve’s, were just as deadly: children are a hindrance, they’ll keep me from climbing the job ladder, they’ll steal my life, etc. etc. etc. These lies were sucking the joy out of my mommying.
I came to a crossroads during my third (surprise!) pregnancy. It was as if God had turned the light on in my parenting, and showed me I was just surviving rather than thriving. I realized something had to change. I needed to flush out the lies and fill myself with truth. I would have to reinvent myself and there was no better place, then in God’s life-giving Word.
“He makes the barren woman abide in the house as a joyful mother of children.” Psalm 113:9
“A joyful mother.” Ha! That didn’t describe me except at bedtime! Webster’s dictionary defines joyful as: merry, glad, and showing joy.
I had to look at myself to see if I matched the description,
1. Am I merry? Nope, more like mopey!
2. Would my kiddos say I’m glad? Nope, more often sad or even mad!
3. Does the world see joy in my mothering? Nope, they just hear grumbling and complaining!
Ugh! My answers showed me I was sleep-walking through one of the most amazing blessings God grants women: motherhood. Well, this sleeper wanted to wake up! “As a man thinks in his heart, so he is.” Proverbs 23:7 What follows are the steps I now realize are outlined in Dr. Caroline Leaf's excellent book Switch on Your Brain. I purposely set out to retrain my brain to choose joy in my mothering, to “think the way God wanted me to think” about mothering. (SOYB p. 53)
1. Choose Joyful Motherhood
“Rejoice in the Lord, always; again I will say, rejoice!” Philippians 4:4 obviously includes mommying, so I had to train my brain to rejoice in the blessings of motherhood. Rejoice means to be glad, be well, thrive. “Whatever we think about the most will grow!” (SOYB p. 63) Therefore, I needed to not only love my children but
2. Mimic Joyful Motherhood
Secondly, I looked around at those who were joyfully mothering. Proverbs 31:26 was my criteria, “She opens her mouth in wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.” Countless women were mommying well. So, I intentionally:
Takeaway: To thrive as a joyful mother, I changed my perception by watching, listening, and mimicking other joyful mothers.
3. Exemplify Joyful Motherhood.
Thirdly, I had to train my brain to fully immerse myself into each season my kiddos walked through. “Change takes place over time through continual persistence.” (SOYB p. 67)
- Thoroughly Enjoy - I found myself longing for different seasons, therefore I made myself choose to revel in my kiddos current season of life. I reminded myself on the hard days, “The days may be long but the years are truly short. Choose joy, Tammy!”
- Be Thankful - “In everything give thanks” 1 Thessalonians 5:18. I remember crossing the floor from my bedroom to theirs for the tenth time one night, schooling myself, “Be thankful, Tammy. You are blessed to be their momma and to have to walk across this floor for the tenth time to tend to their needs.”
- Be Intentional - “There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1 This is my appointed time to be a momma, therefore I told myself, “Be intentional, Tammy. Pour into them while there’s time. Put down your phone, look into their eyes, and just listen, for the day is coming when they won’t be under your roof.”
Takeaway: To thrive as a joyful mother, I needed to “pay attention to my thoughts and purposefully focus my mind to lead to a great transformation!” (SOYB p. 67)
4. Champion Joyful Motherhood
Lastly, I now feel the call to champion joyful motherhood. Society bullies us to believe that the best mommies dress their kiddos in the latest trends, put them in the most activities, and take them on the best trips. But that’s just not true, for the world’s mommying standard is always changing, thoroughly exhausting, and a completely unattainable pursuit for mothering.
Rather, our hearts should allow the life-giving beauty of Deuteronomy 6:4-9, Proverbs 31:10-31, & 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 be our mommying standard.
“Our minds can powerfully and unexpectedly change our brains in positive ways when we intentionally direct our attention.” (SOYB p. 92)
We need to believe:
5. Joyful Motherhood
God, in all His kindness, has transformed me into a joyful mother. Are there hard days? Absolutely! But I now see those hard days as bumps, rather than roadblocks.
“I saw the greatest changes in patients who willfully, determinedly, and persistently chose to focus their attention on improving their skills and restoring function.” (SOYB p. 102)
I now strive to laugh with and enjoy the little and the big with my kiddos. In a blink of an eye, they will be driving off to the new adventure of adulthood, and all I’ll be left with are fading memories. By faith, may those memories be warm and full of contentment, because I chose to believe that I was given one of the greatest titles this side of glory, Momma, and I lived out that title joyfully.
How about you? If you're blessed with physical children (or grandchildren, or nieces/nephews), would they describe you as joyful? If not, what changes can you make to become more joy filled during this season of life? Who around you exemplifies joyful mothering? If you are joyfully living out this season of life, who can you come alongside and mentor? A sweet momma is out there longing for you to reach out to her and breath life into her. Do it, my friend! You both will be blessed!
Jesus Girl. Wife. Momma. Student. Teacher. Confidante. Lover of milky coffee, dark chocolate, deep talks, lively laughter, and a front row seat on the beach at sunrise.
Well, the worst thing that could happen to a person who has lived in fear of rejection her entire life happened. The public scourging was brutal. Verbal punches were thrown. The onslaught of comments moved faster than my eyes could read and my brain could register.
One after another after another.
Hundreds in total.
My confidence started to wane. My resolve grew weak. My mind became anxious and my heart followed suit with its erratic rhythm. My stomach was in knots.
Thus was my life last Wednesday when my open letter to Netflix went viral. To say that a camp of people didn’t agree with me would be putting it mildly. Instead, a better description would be that they vehemently opposed me to the point of calling me every single bad name in the book. Four letter words that I won’t repeat were slung at me. They attacked my character, my parenting skills, and my worth as a human being. The mockers and scoffers came out of the woodwork and I quickly learned that people who enjoy raunchy cartoons are willing to rake someone who opposes their filth over the social media coals. I felt the heat and it was intense.
What very few people know about me is that I have suppressed a fear of rejection my entire life. There is a root cause to this and once the Lord releases me to tell my story, I will. But, just know that an isolated moment in my life caused me to withdraw into the shell of a very insecure girl who has lived for everyone’s acceptance ever since.
Cause and effect.
I’ve been living in the effect of a 5 minute cause for 30 long years. And, this year, my 39th year of life, the Lord said it was time to be set free.
As a loving Father with all foreknowledge does, He started preparing me for last Wednesday months ago. We (Him and I) have been working on my fear of rejection since March. I have taught four Bible studies since then and each one has continued to come back to this theme. Giants in my life–the fear of man included among them–have been exposed. The heart and mind work necessary to heal is being done. He has been teaching me how to renew my thought life, to cope with moments of feeling left out, insignificant, or alone, and to ultimately know how to lay it all at His feet. And, along the way, like any good teacher does, the Lord has tested my progress. We have come so far. Then, the blog launched.
The night before my very first blog post went up, this fear of man hovered over me with all the intimidation that giants carry. Lies upon lies were popping up in my head faster than a game of Whack-a-Mole. Again, my body was following suit with a racing heart, a heaviness in my chest, and a knotted-up stomach. I prayed, I casted my cares onto Him, and I filled my head with worship music. I was following all the standard protocol that I had been learning. But, the barrage of lies continued to pummel me to the point where I found myself in the fetal position on the floor sobbing like a baby.
The vulnerability that this revelation requires of me makes me not want to share this part of my story with you. But, it is necessary for you to see the extent to which the enemy has bound me up and held me hostage. Your friend, the blog writer who you read every Wednesday, bawled like a baby the night before her first blog went live. Sad but true.
Because deep down in my core I feared rejection. I feared I wouldn’t be good enough. I feared I didn’t know enough. I feared my words wouldn’t connect together nor connect with you. I feared being a laughingstock. I feared the four letter words. I feared the mockers and scoffers. I feared what would happen last Wednesday would happen.
And, all my fears came true.
Because He's been working on me,
I stood firm.
The arrows did not pierce.
The words bounced right off.
I passed the test.
Six short months ago a day like this would have found me diving for the covers of my bed where I would have buried myself deeply inside its warm protection for days. I would have thrown in the towel of my three week blogging career, hopped out of the boat (not in courageous Peter-like fashion either) and told the Lord, “See ya!” My kids would have eaten out of boxes and fended for themselves while mama moped in her pajamas for days. DAYS!
None of that happened.
Instead, the new Rebecca, the one who the Lord has been working so diligently on, responded differently. Last Wednesday afternoon, with the lies of my enemies swimming in my head, I laid down on my bed for a moment of respite. I turned off my phone, shutting the wicked world out. I prayed and gave it to the One whom I knew could carry the load. And, over and over and over again, He kept telling me two distinct things:
1. They will hate you because of Me. Mark 13:13
2. The darkness cannot comprehend the light. John 1:5
How do I know this was from the Lord? Because it’s right there in Scripture. Two swords to fight back with when I needed them most. The living, breathing, spoken Word of God is our only defensive weapon. And, just as David unsheathed Goliath’s sword and whacked off his head, I unsheathed mine and watched my giant fall down with a thud.
Just. Like. That.
I rose from my bed, not with a mopey spirit but with a resiliency that I had never felt before. My giant had gone down and every single cell in my body rejoiced. It was truly triumphal.
Last Wednesday taught me a great deal about God and about myself:
- I felt the sting of persecution for the first time ever and at the same time the Lord’s protection from it.
- I learned that my obedience is the only thing that matters. I kept reminding myself that I had been extraordinarily obedient in communicating what the Holy Spirit had heavily impressed upon me. And, having done that, I didn’t need to worry about the consequences. That is His responsibility.
- I experienced not only the curse of social media but the enormous blessing that it can bring as well. My letter has been seen over 4 million times. Many social media influencers picked it up. Awareness was raised, a petition to remove the show was created, and mamas and daddies are rethinking their children’s viewing habits. All in a day’s work. Not too bad.
- I learned that standing up for righteousness requires a boldness that, on our own, we do not have. It comes from the Lord.
- I found safety and reassurance in the verses that I had claimed before Wednesday ever rolled around. I knew that I needed an anchor to hold on to when the rocky waves came. So, the Sunday before the letter was posted, with Bible open, I searched for the words that brought forth the greatest peace. I found them in 2 Thessalonians 2:16-3:5 and clung to them with all my might in the proceeding days. These verses continually reminded me that:
1. God would strengthen me in my words as I wrote the letter.
2. The message would spread rapidly.
3. I would be delivered from the wicked and evil people; for they have no faith.
4. The Lord is faithful and would strengthen and protect me.
5. The Lord would help me persevere.
All of these five promises unfolded before my very eyes. As my hands lay still on the keyboard and words seemed to be at a loss, I would whisper, "Strengthen me in every good word," and new words began to flow. Then, as I clicked the post button at 8am Wednesday, I prayed, "Spread this message rapidly," and it took off within minutes. When the naysayers caught wind and begin throwing their virtual stones, I would repeat, "Not everyone has faith Rebecca." And, finally, when my flesh grew weak and fear grew strong, He strengthened me and showed me what persevering for His namesake truly looks and feels like. Had I not parked my brain on these Scriptures in the days prior, I know the enemy would have knocked me down with a single thump. But, with the belt of Truth firmly affixed, it wasn't that easy for him.
- I experienced the joy of praying for those who persecuted me. Truly! A sweet friend sent a text that night which said, "And I guess we need to pray for those who persecute you. Alright. Jesus said to. And if you don't feel like it, I will for ya. XO"
My first reaction was, "Ugh." But, like she said, Jesus says to do it. And, if I had been obedient up until this point, I needed to continue on. So, with Numbers 6:24-26 open, I prayed:
"Lord, bless those who have persecuted me today. I pray that your face will shine upon them and they will inexplicably be drawn to your light. May that light shine through me. Be gracious to them and forgive them. Lift up your countenance to them and give their restless, searching hearts peace. They need you Jesus! May they seek you and find you."
I cannot begin to tell you what that prayer did for me. In that moment, I had the great pleasure of praying for hundreds upon hundreds (yes, there was that many) of people who had attacked me, slandered my name, and drug me through the social media mud. Do they know Jesus? I don't know but their responses certainly didn't testify to a love for Him. Their hearts weren't breaking for the things that break His heart.
- I was surrounded by an overwhelming amount of people who encouraged me, spurred me on, prayed fervently for me, and, reminded me that I was fighting the good fight. Their voices rang out louder and stronger than the enemy. They locked arms with me and wouldn't let me go. They helped me look my very real fear in the eyes and see it was nothing but a big fat lie.
My fight song this year has been No Longer Slaves. My children can attest to how many times we have listened to it in the car. It has been on repeat on both my phone and in my heart since the buds on the trees started emerging in the early spring days. And, after six months of focused effort, as the song so beautifully says, I can stand and say today that I am no longer a slave to what I once feared so much.
He broke every chain.
“You yourselves have seen what I did to Egypt, and how I carried you on eagles’ wings and brought you to myself.” Exodus 19:4
Last Wednesday, the Lord carried me out of my own personal Egypt; the place that held me captive. The sea was split, my fears were drown, and my enemies are no more today.
All because of Him. He loves me too much then to leave me...and you...as slaves.
“Moses answered the people, “Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the LORD will bring you today. The Egyptians you see today you will never see again. The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.” Exodus 14:13-14
Deliverance is waiting. It came for me last Wednesday when all my fears were exposed, and, ultimately slayed. And, I can stand and say today that it is the sweetest feeling ever. I am a slave no longer. Glory to God!
Watch the No Longer Slaves video here. Sing it and believe it.
First, I am a child of God. And, like a child, I am always learning and growing. The more I know Him, the more I love Him. Second, I am a wife to a good man. Missions is his thing while teaching women to love God’s Word is mine. Third, I am a mama to three plus a sweet cockapoo who thinks he’s #4. My children are my ongoing sanctification. Fourth, I am a passionate advocate of all things healthy & natural, an even 50/50 split of introvert/extrovert, and a dreamer/designer. Old friends call me Becky, newer ones call me Rebecca, and the most intimate ones call me Beck. You can just call me friend.
On the last post, we talked about how easy it is for us to deny Jesus, even when it’s so very unintentional. Now we are moving into what we can do to help guard us from denial. That is serving!
In John 18:15-26 Peter denies Jesus three times, but we see in John 21:15-19 where Jesus removes the cloud of denial from Peter. Three times Jesus asked Peter if he loved him and each time Jesus asked him to serve Him. This tells us that loving and serving go hand in hand.
We are never more like Christ than when we serve others John 13:14. This is exactly what Peter learned in this moment. Peter finally committed his life to serving Jesus and his life was forever changed. In that moment, Peter went from a fisherman to an evangelist, his identity changed because he had been forgiven, and he saw Jesus in a whole new way. The most exciting thing is that our identity is in Christ, just like Peter!
After we say “Yes” to Jesus and we become a believer, we are called to serve Him, to be His hands and feet to a lost world. There is a feeling of comfort in many areas I have served within the church, whether it be teaching middle school and high school students, serving on a women’s ministry team or in music ministry. I love mission work and have served in the states and abroad. Those things make me fairly comfortable, but you know what doesn’t make me comfortable? Writing! I have never been one to journal or write anything down, not even reminder notes! So isn’t it just like the Lord to push me and challenge me in that way! When I was asked to join this blog, I was very honored, but I knew this was something that would not come natural to me. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be comfortable, and I don’t want my commitments to the Lord to become mundane. Oh, the blessings that await on the other side of obedience, especially in serving! I truly believe the Lord has shown me what true JOY is when I have stepped out into the unknown with only Him to guide my steps.
Being in ministry, it’s always fun to see people get excited about serving! My husband is a Campus Family Pastor, and we have seen servanthood unfold first hand. We meet twice a week in a middle school gym, so you can only imagine the time and energy that goes in to setting up and tearing down church. In the twenty one months that we have been meeting, we have seen men, women and kids give selflessly of their time to do the “dirty work”, to work behind the scenes that doesn’t get noticed. They come early in the morning, work through lunch and stay late on Sunday and Wednesday nights, because they love Jesus and they love the people that gather in that building every week. We have seen so many step up to teach and serve in different ministries. What amazing unity has been created when people lock arms and serve together, all for the glory of God! I Peter 4:10 tells us “God has given each of you a gift from his great variety of spiritual gifts. Use them well to serve one another.”
As women, it’s hard for us to juggle all the many responsibilities in the home and at work, so to add in serving in your local church seems impossible. I know all too well what Sunday mornings are like! Satan fights our home harder on that day than any other. Many Sunday’s I have been told my son has his shoes on the wrong feet, but I am just thankful he got out of the door with shoes on! All God wants is a willing heart and He will take the smallest efforts and use them in the mightiest of ways. I love this excerpt out of the book Kingdom Woman by Tony Evans:
All Rebekah had were some jars full of water, but in offering the water to the camels of a stranger, she became part of the lineage of Jesus Christ, our Savior (Genesis 24). All Sarah had was one son, and she became the mother to the entire nation of God’s chosen people (Genesis 21). All Jael had was a tent peg, and she was able to take down Sisera and change the course of an entire battle (Judges 4). All the young boy who was listening to Jesus’ sermon had was some fish and bread, but it was enough to feed everyone and provide leftovers for the disciples to lug around. All Mary of Bethany had was a jar of perfume, yet she taught us one of the greatest spiritual lessons in the Bible. If you don’t have a lot, that’s okay. God can take your little and turn it into much when you commit to following His path for you.
Here are a few ways I would love to encourage you:
1. If you do not have a church home, please be seeking one out. Be in prayer asking the Lord to show you a body of believers that you can come alongside and do life with and serve with.
2. If you have a church home, but have never gotten involved, please be praying for the Lord to show you how your gifts can be used best. If you are a believer, God has placed special gifts inside of you and He calls us to use them.
3. Ask your pastor or someone on staff the needs within the church. You may be nervous to make that ask, but I can guarantee you they will be so excited to get you plugged in.
So where are you? Are you serving well and experiencing first hand the blessings that come along with it, or maybe you don't know where to begin. Pray and ask the Lord to show you how He can use you.
Laura is a pastor's wife, mom to two crazy fun kids, part-time marketing director, loves hanging out in her community and building relationships...oh and loves to laugh!
Ladies, I have been a bit under the weather for the past couple of weeks, so today I am going to share a short devotion with you. Read Joshua 3 & 4 for the full story!
In Joshua 3, Joshua and the Israelites have just crossed the Jordan River. The Lord has worked amazing miracles to make it happen and that’s where we will pick up.
The Lord spoke to Joshua: Choose 12 men from the people, one man for each tribe, and command them: Take 12 stones from this place in the middle of the Jordan where the priests are standing, carry them with you, and set them down at the place where you spend the night.
Then Joshua set up in Gilgal the 12 stones they had taken from the Jordan, and he said to the Israelites, “In the future, when your children ask their fathers, ‘What is the meaning of these stones?’ you should tell your children, ‘Israel crossed the Jordan on dry ground.’ For the Lord your God dried up the waters of the Jordan before you until you had crossed over, just as the Lord your God did to the Red Sea, which He dried up before us until we had crossed over. This is so that all the people of the earth may know that the Lord’s hand is mighty, and so that you may always fear the Lord your God.”
Our Takeaway -
Try setting up your own "Gilgal" to remind you of all that God has done in your life.
You will need:
1. Smooth Stones you can write on
2. Paint Pen
3. Bowl or Plate to contain the Stones
Fill the bowl up with the stones. Make a list of miracles, blessings, or victories that God has brought you through in your life. If you have children try to include them in this part. Then write a word or two that helps remind you of each of these times on the stones. Leave some blank stones in the bowl for future triumphs that you will want to add.
I would love to hear your ideas for remembering God's faithfulness in your life. Please share!
Audra and her husband Jordan are called to ministry and he is the senior pastor at their church. They have two beautiful children who bring them tons of joy, lots of laughs, and on occasion new grey hair. She is a former teacher who still loves to teach, enjoys cooking and baking, and has a passion to lead other women to know Jesus and live out their faith in Him.
This week's memory work looks overwhelming and undoable. Yet, I've learned when I memorize that if I break it into smaller portions, it's doable and not overwhelming!
I like to write the Scripture I'm memorizing on a notecard. I put one phrase per line and might even draw a small picture to help me memorize. I then work on memorizing one line a day.
How about you? What tricks do you use to memorize longer passages of Scripture?