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Chosen Heritage

He chose our heritage for us.
Psalm 47:4

You chose my heritage, Father. That thing that I am struggling with, wrestling with, you chose that.

You chose my parents, siblings, children.

Thank you for the gift of leading Steve and me to choose each other.

You placed me in this generation with these issues for this purpose.

Help me to continue to draw near to a place of acceptance and trust in you that I can release what I am carrying in my chest and lay it down at your feet.


Praying Isaiah 49

Redeemer, Holy One of Israel, you are the Lord of Heaven’s Armies, and I ask you this day to fight for me. Fight the battles of my mind which creep up constantly. Keep my focus on you and your faithfulness. Make me reflective of my actions and the consequences of my words.

Keep me kind.

Fight the battles of my heart when other things vie for precedence over you. Anxiety runs deep. Impatience wraps its tendrils around my spirit, and I lose any grace to show others. You have showered grace upon grace over me.

Make me generous.

Fight for my children, because they are your children. They have been set apart and marked for you, and only you can change hearts. Offer great parenting wisdom!

Grow me wise.

Looking ahead, will you offer direction into my second half of life? Will you continue to reveal your purposes to me and keep me faithful in what you are already doing?

Look Down

Open your eyes.
Attend your ears.
O, God, look down, I pray.

You are good.
With steadfast love,
Please guide me through this day.

Help me to live.
To walk in truth.
Grant hopeful grace, and peace.

Fill my heart.
Make me aware.
Your mercies never cease.

Unfailing love.
Faithfulness true.
God, you looked down on me.

I cried to you
In my distress.
And you have set me free.


I’m asking.
I’m begging.
I plead with you now.
To help me get through this,
because I don’t know how.

In the deep darkness
Soul-crushing darkness
Please come and walk
alongside of me.

And help me to hear you
Instead of fear you.
Please lift me up by
My upturned arms.

Because I am sinking
Into the quagmire
of expectations
and broken dreams.


Remain in me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in me.
John 15:4

Thank you for speaking, Lord.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for all you are doing each day.

Continue to work in my heart.
Bring love and compassion back.
I long for your healing and grace.

I long to remain and be fruitful.

Friendship Friday ~ God DOES That

We met eight years ago through our husbands.

Eight years ago our lives looked much different. I’m guessing hers more than mine, simply because I have ALWAYS had lots of children. Back then, she didn’t have any, yet.

Too many. None.

Pretty much that’s where our connection first began. Something about how God can use different means to do the exact same thing in people’s lives. He was sure working in both of ours when He decided to merge our paths.

This picture was taken two years after we met and about six months before her baby boy came along. Ann Marie is holding my youngest child, Little Mae, at a church retreat.

She was getting Ann Marie’s mama arms ready!

We joked after the fact. But not just mama arms. Mama patience with the unexpected, as one Sunday between services, Little Mae did a mustardy diaper explosion all over Ann Marie’s white capris.

Oh yeah, it was a Sunday when she was playing piano on worship team. Thankfully, she lived close enough to go home and change.


Fast-forward through seasons of kids over for drum lessons with her husband, dinner together for Steve’s birthday one year (thanks for cooking!), the arrival of her baby boy, my older kids growing into adults, random meals prepared and dropped off at random times, and countless other supports and kindnesses.

This past week has been an especially meaningful one in the life of our friendship.

Last Saturday, her entire family came to dinner. This was a big deal for me, because it ended a dry spell in the hospitality department. We invited them to be there at 5, and by 6 we were sitting down to eat.

I am so thankful for grace!

The kids played together and roughhoused, and we laughed at how our kids grow us. Some people need eight kids to grow. Others can do it with one.

It’s not about the numbers. It’s about the growth.

That was fun.

But there’s more.

Wednesday was Community Worship for worship team. In theory, all team members join together for the first hour to sing and pray together.

In theory.

I haven’t been to a Community night for months, and I have never been on team with Ann Marie.

We arrived at the same time.

Wow! This is great! You are here for Community Worship? 

*insert yada-yada-yada community worship banter here*

So there we were, practicing a song together, me thinking I am the only one not on team that night (there was one other).

To end the evening of community, we spent time as a group in prayer, offering up our requests directly, and then having someone join in agreement to pray for them.

She prayed for me.

I love my friend.

Who orchestrates stuff like that? It couldn’t have been planned by us if we tried. You don’t even want to know the craziness that is both of our lives right now!

God DOES that!

Kindness ~ Devotion ~ Grace

I set an intention of kindness.

I’m not where I was  but where I am, and it’s okay, though the voices inside cry foul and hurl accusation.

I know better.

One day at a time. Day by day.

I set an intention of devotion.

Devoting myself to prayer and Bible reading, and God meets me here.

The accuser is rejected.

It’s only by the Spirit that change will come. It can’t be forced or strong~armed.

It’s okay to start small. Small beginnings lead to great change. The Lord rejoices to see the work begin.

What is my plumb line today?
What work am I beginning?
How does God rejoice when he looks to see it?

I set an intention of grace.

kindness ~ devotion ~ grace

God, encourage and strengthen my heart, so that I may carry on with the tasks you have given me to do.