“G”race For The Race!

Last weekend my husband and I ran a 10k race (6.2 miles). It was the first race I’ve entered in about three years. With the race looming, I started “training” in February. So did my husband. His training schedule, however, looked far different than mine! He trained to win—to place in his division. He did, by the way!

I trained to finish.

He trained by running 6 miles several days a week with a long run of 8 – 12 miles every Saturday morning.

I trained by running 3 – 5 miles several days a week with one longish run of 6.2 miles only one time—the weekend before the 10k—just to reassure myself that I could, indeed, do it! Last summer and into early fall I spent more time paddle boarding than running. While paddle boarding is a full body workout and especially great for the core, it’s not so great in maintaining the kind of endurance needed to run a 10k or even a 5k for that matter.

My favorite places to run are in the park near my home and on the beach. Regardless of where I run, I’m always aware of how much running correlates with so many positive aspects of life:

  • Focus
  • Breathing  
  • Pacing
  • Endurance
  • Acceptance
  • Challenge
  • Growth

And that’s by no means an exhaustive list! I was satisfied with my 10k performance last weekend and actually superseded one of my goals. My plan was to take a 30 second walk break at the halfway point – 3.1 miles. However both my legs and lungs were feeling good so I pressed on to the four mile marker before slowing to briefly walk. While I did better than I had anticipated, I still felt I could have run faster if I had trained for that.

There were two factors that contributed to my pace per mile. One, as I’ve already mentioned, was the time I spent on a board on the water rather than on the running path. The other was a nearly two month hiatus from running to deal with other pressing concerns.

Life. It happens.

Nevertheless, those two things affected my endurance as well as my lap pace. After the race I decided I could do one of two things: accept the fact that I’m getting older and I’ve never been “fast” anyway or try to improve on the ability I do have.

I’m a singer and I drew this comparison: You may have a great voice, a good voice or an okay voice but no matter where you fall on the spectrum, you can still improve on what you have. Voice lessons, learning technique, vocalizing and practice can all result in a better singing voice. Anyone can learn to sing better. You just have to train for it.

Your DNA determines whether you have fast twitch fibers or slow twitch fibers and you are either born fast or not so fast but if you can run at all, you can improve on your running. You can run faster. You can run longer. You just have to train for it. Train for what you want.

I decided I was not yet ready to pull the “age card” or cop out with the “not born fast card.” Instead, I determined I would push myself to go a little faster or go a little longer.

So earlier this week, I set out to do just that. I decided my first goal was to run faster. A few years ago when I first started entering races, I asked my fast husband, “How can I run faster?”

His advice was simple yet profound.

He said, “To run faster, you have to run faster.”

Ha! Really? That’s it?!

But you know what? He was right.

So with that sage advice in mind, last Monday I set off for a 3 mile run in the park. I gave myself a pep talk, used the bathroom (twice!), adjusted my laces, pulled down the brim of my visor, set my Garmin watch, cleared my throat and started running.

My first mile was my warm-up but when my watch beeped after mile one, I noticed I ran it faster than my usual first mile. When I finished 3 miles of pushing myself to just keep at it, I was happy to see I had run faster than usual!

And the next day on my 3 miler, I was even faster!

Then the third day came and I was slow again. I think my legs were fatigued from pushing hard the previous two days. But I was okay with that and instead of pushing for a fast 3 miles, I was content that day with a slower 4 miles. I wasn’t disappointed because I knew that I could still push my body and my mind (You know a lot of running is mental, right?) and I could improve. I didn’t have to settle into the, “I’m too old for this” mindset. Not just yet.

I’ve still got some good years…some grace filled years…to push myself to go further and faster than I think I can – in more than running, too! And so do you!

As I was writing this today, it occurred to me that as we “run our race with endurance”, we should not forget that sometimes LIFE JUST HAPPENS and the “run” won’t always go as expected. That’s when we need to remind ourselves that God gives us “G”race for the race(Tweet this.)

“…let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith…” (Hebrews 12:1,2).

Keep at it and run on, friends!

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I’m thinking of doing a summer series on women of a “certain age” who run and/or work-out regularly in other ways: Zumba, Crossfit, strength trainging, biking, power walking, etc. My series would include topics such as weight management, affordable AND attractive work-out attire, and, hopefully, some guests post.

Are you a runner or an avid exerciser? Are you, like me, of a certain age? (I’m 50!)

Please “weigh in” (ha…ha!) and let me know what your main work-out is and whether or not you would be a regular reader of a summer series on “Women Working It Out!”

 

Linked today to Jill Conyer’s Fitness Friday Blog Hop ~

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A Shark’s Tooth Weekend Tale

Shark's Tooth 10k collage

Last weekend my husband and I drove a couple of hours from our home to Venice (Florida, of course!) to run the Shark’s Tooth 10k (6.2 miles). There were about a thousand runners and my husband placed second in his age division. I, on the other hand, did not. But I was satisfied with my run.

Before leaving, I told my son, Avery, that I was a little nervous about running since I had only run 6 miles twice in the past few months and had not entered a race in over two years. As I walked out the front door, Avery called out, “You’ll do fine. Just run your race with endurance.”

Ahhhh…now THAT made me feel good. And that’s exactly what I did.

Shark's Tooth 10k

 

There are two things, however, that I do not enjoy about races.

1. Running in a crowd (explanation below)

and

2. Port-a-johns (explanation unnecessary!)

I prefer to run alone most of the time. It’s my time to unwind and do my own thing – run as fast or as slow (usually the case) as I want and go 3 – 5 miles or even the occasional 6 miles if I have the time and inclination. I’m not on anyone’s time table but my own. Lately I’ve been listening to Harry Connick Jr. Radio on Pandora when I run.

This is a fun little number to run to!

We made a mini-vacay out of the weekend. We stayed in an
“Old Florida” style beach inn. Our view was spectacular! We relaxed and walked the beach collecting shells, shark teeth and rocks. In fact, I came back with more rocks than shells!

Mel loves dan collage

Before heading home on Sunday, we ate breakfast at a bakery/cafe in downtown Venice. In an effort to cut down on carbs (I LOVE carbs!), I had an omelette but I have to admit I also ate a few bites of my husband’s blueberry pancakes. They were the perfect pancake – fluffy and golden brown!

After breakfast we enjoyed an antique car show. Something about a white car with a wide gold stripe caught my eye!

car show collage with text

The hardest thing about coming home after spending time away is the realization that our son, Andrew, is not here. It hits me every time I go away even for a couple of days. It’s just something we have to deal with on an ongoing basis. The pain is not as sharp as it was in the beginning but it’s still there. Always there. I am blessed to have my husband. He understands. He feels the same. There is comfort in shouldering the pain together as well as the times in which we’ve shared the joys.

One of our “joys” was when our kids were little, we took them to the beach in Venice and let them search for shark’s teeth!

In 10 days we will remember Andrew’s birthday. Had he remained here on earth, we would be celebrating his 17th birthday on April 25th. I do believe when I see him again, he will still be my “12 year old son.” My son with the honey colored hair and amber brown eyes. My son with a love for dogs and an impressive skill on a skateboard. My son…my brother in Christ…my friend.

Everything I’ve ever truly desired in this life has come to me by way of marriage and motherhood. I thank God for that. That must be why matrimony is referred to as holy and birth as a miraculous event.

Friends, that’s my week-end wrap up!

How about you? Did you do something fun and/or out of the ordinary over the weekend?

Do you have a son or daughter who would like a shark’s tooth? I’ll mail one to the first person who says they have a child who would like to have it! The ones we found last weekend are a bit smaller than a penny.

If you are the first to request the shark’s tooth in a comment, make sure you leave your email or fb info. 

 

 

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A Little Fashion For Your Friday

With spring finally here and summer on her heels, I thought I’d put together a fun, casual outfit that I would enjoy wearing. In my part of the world (west coast of Florida), humidity is a big deal! So, I like to keep the spring and summer outfits simple – no layering and no summer scarves! I’m not a “scarf person” anyway.

PV shorts wedge

The shorts are a mid-thigh chino (Target for $20) with a floral top (so 2014). I’m short so a “flat” doesn’t suit me most of the time. I prefer a mid-heel wedge or sandal with a 1″ heel. This Essie nail polish shade is one of my favorite blues for spring and summer though I usually only wear it on toes as I prefer a natural nail for my hands.

I paired this look with simple gold-toned hoops and pendant necklace with a touch of blue.

That bag! It’s perfect in every way (except for the price!).

Below I’m also sharing some fashion blogs I enjoy reading.

Fashion Blogs I Like 

Musings of a Housewife - I really like Jo-Lynne’s style but she’s tall and I’m not so many of her looks would not be the most flattering on me. But if you’re tallish, check out her fashion posts. She also blogs on food, fitness – she’s a runner – and faith.

Mix and Match Fashion – a great blog for those of us who are short. I like most every look Tara puts together. We’re about the same height; I’m a bit taller!

Walking in Grace and Beauty - This is Cindy Spivey’s blog. Her focus is fashion for women over 40. She has a classic style and features modest outfits with trend appeal. She regularly posts about her Stitchfix boxes.

By the way, if you are interested in ordering from Stitchfix, please consider using my referral link. One of my current favorite tops is a Stitchfix “keeper.” I’ll talk about that soon. Thanks!

That’s it for today! My husband and I are running in the Shark’s Tooth 10k this Saturday. It’s the first race I’ve registered for in a couple of years, I think. I hope to have a few pictures to share with you next week.

Do you read fashion blogs? Do you have a favorite? Share it with us in the comments.

What’s your favorite fashion trend for 2014? 

Pleated skirts? Collared shirts? Floral patterns? Pastels?

I must add Shari Braendel, “Fashion Meets Faith,” to the list of fashionistas. You can find her here on facebook and here on her website. I’ve been following Shari for a long time and you can count on her to give fashionable advice for all sizes and shapes.

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He Went There! The Sequel

 

motivation of heart“You’re too hard on yourself.” This is what I’ve had friends and family alike tell me through the years. Perhaps that is true at times and if I were to share with you the scene the Holy Spirit “replayed” like a movie in my mind last week, you might be surprised. Surprised because at face value, my words and actions were neither ugly nor inappropriate. On the surface you would have simply seen two women in a pleasant conversation.  And if I could somehow, like a court stenographer, tap out every word I spoke, you might say, “What? That?! There was nothing wrong with that. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

But here’s the truth. The words of our mouth can appear completely benign but if the motivation of our heart is to lift ourselves up, to enlarge our own esteem in the eyes of another, THAT’S an issue in which I welcome the conviction of the Holy Spirit.

“Keep your heart with all diligence, for out of it spring the issues of life” (Proverbs 4:23 NKJV).

You see, I’ve prayed and asked God to help me guard my heart – to help me keep my heart with all diligence.  And friends, I’ve found that prayer to be one He always answers with a “yes.” His help is accomplished by the Holy Spirit. In fact it’s in the Holy Spirit’s job description. The One who convicts, comforts and counsels, the Holy Spirit is also the Helper who testifies of Christ.

Look at the words of Jesus as recorded in the book of John (15:26): “But when the Helper comes, whom I shall send to you from the Father, the Spirit of truth who proceeds from the Father, He will testify of Me.”  The word helper is derived from the Greek word parakletos:  “para” beside; “kaleo” one who is called alongside. While the Parakletos  (par-ak-lay-toss) helps me guard my heart, it’s still up to me to heed His help. My following His lead is only fruitful if I actually respond and give way to His leadership when He: reminds me of scripture, nudges me in a certain direction or whispers, “Don’t ‘go there’.”

I have a choice of heeding or heading! I can heed the help of the Holy Spirit or I can head my own way.

And oh boy, sometimes I see immediately whether I’ve heeded or gone head-long my own way!  Other times it takes a Holy replay to show me I need a course correction.

Sure, I may be a bit too hard on myself at times. I’ve taken the personality quizzes and that trait seems to be a trademark of my melancholy temperament and my Myers-Briggs profile (INFP). Opinions and personalities – we all have them!

But hear this – Your unique personality, quirks and all, is God-given for His Glory. It’s not our personalities He wants to tame; it’s our character He wants to train.  (Click to tweet)

You’ve heard it said before that God is not so much interested in our comfort as He is in our character development. He’s all about conforming us into the image of His Son. We were designed in His image on the “Jesus Model.” And Jesus did not go His “head-long way”; He only said and did what He saw the Father say and do. That’s where the leading of the Holy Spirit comes in to play in our lives. Heed him or head our own way? That’s the choice in which we have endless opportunities to make.

Let’s not give in to our momentary cravings of the flesh by heading our own way – a temporary satisfaction at best!  Let us, instead, heed the Holy Spirit in matters of word, deed and motivations of the heart.

And so may we join in prayer to this end today?

Father, You framed the world and then You fashioned us from soil and Spirit’s breath. Do your work on us, in us and through us even as we, with the help of the Helper, do the work of keeping our hearts. Every little issue is open to your inspection. Your eyes are on us. Your heart is for us. In Jesus’ Holy Name, Amen. 

Please tell me I’m not the only one who’s had a Holy replay of a scene you hope never to repeat? :)

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Oh Yes, He “Went There”!

Well, He did it again! He “went there” with me. There I was eating breakfast and minding my own business (well, not exactly), when somewhere between a bite of bacon and a sip of coffee, the Holy Spirit “went there.”

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Went right to the heart of the matter. As I mentally critiqued another woman’s actions, thoroughly examining the speck I’d witnessed in her eye, the Holy Spirit ever so gently, yet clearly, illumined the beam in my own. And I’m so glad He did. So glad He went there with me.

 

You hypocrite! First remove the beam from your own eye, and then you can see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye. (Matthew 7:5 NET)

That morning I sat at my dining room table where my breakfast plate and mug of coffee shared the space with my latest read, two Bibles—the New King James AND the NIV— a devotional and a notebook or three. It was there I replayed the scene I had recently witnessed in all of its un-glory. There had been some negativity, some slightly raised voices (one of which might have been mine- okay, it was mine) and over eggs over easy, I rehearsed it all again.

Why she said what she said. Why she said it like she said it.

And right about the time I was composing a classic one-liner, a cool comeback to a Christian sister…He spoke up without so much as a word. Before my eyes…the ones with the protruding beam, He replayed another scene. I was the star in this one! Starring in my own, “Aren’t I Something?!” one woman show.

Ouch, ouch, ouch!

So I laid that one-liner – that cool comeback – right down on the altar of repentance. And I could no longer see the sister’s speck. How could I with my own vision so impaired?

Why did I say what I said? Why did I say it like I said it?

Why do I too often judge another woman by her actions yet judge myself by my intentions? (Tweet that.)

My sin brand looked different than hers. Came off a little holier.

But my motivation? Dear God…my motivation was most un-holy, most un-glorious and most unlike Christ! He never pushed his own agenda. Never polished his own halo.

I took a final swig of luke warm coffee and, empowered by the Holy Spirit who willingly, lovingly, “went there” with me, I reached up and knocked that big ol’ beam right out of my eye.

Yes, He “went there” with me. Went there because He loves me.

“…because the LORD corrects the person he loves, just as a father corrects the son he delights in” (Proverbs 3:12 ISV). 

With egg on my face, I’m wondering if you can relate to that unholy ocular condition: beamintheEYEtis?

If so, let’s pray together, shall we?

Father, first of all, we thank you for the indwelling of the Holy Spirit – the One who teaches, convicts and accompanies us on our sometimes perilous and prideful path. As women who want to be led by the Spirit and live fully in the Spirit, we ask You to bring it on! Go there with us. We invite your most holy correction because we’ve seen your heart of love for us. 

In Jesus’ Most Holy, Most Glorious Name, Amen. 

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Living In the Meanwhile

A few days ago I ran into a former pastor of mine. We chatted briefly in the parking lot of Firehouse Subs but before we parted, he got serious for a minute.

“You know,” he said, “you said something years ago that has stuck with me.”

He reminded me of the life group that used to meet in his home and a statement I made while discussing a passage from the Bible.

“You talked about how in our Christian walk we will each go through something called the ‘meanwhile.’” He went on to add how that helped him in his own “meanwhiles.”

I couldn’t help but smile that he had remembered it and also inwardly groan. You see, way back in the late 90’s I had only experienced a few minor “meanwhiles” –  what I describe as an in-between-time in which you are living in the “hope” while waiting for the “promise.”

Of course, in the broadest sense, we are all living in a meanwhile – living in the hope of Christ’s return even as we wait on the promise of its fulfillment. And to a lesser degree, we each face many other types of “meanwhiles” – roadblocks, detours and even washed out roads—as we run our spiritual race.

Since that life group in my friend’s home, however, my “meanwhiles” have taken me through some desert places. Places in which great disappointment nearly overtook me and the only part of the Bible I could read was the Psalms.

desert rocks crop

I identified with the psalmists who wrote about their downcast souls, their sighing not hidden from God and their failing strength.  Even as my grieving heart was in a slow process of healing (my “meanwhile”), God was present. In fact, I’m convinced that not only was He present, He was overseeing the process. In other words, I was not alone in my “meanwhile” and looking back I see I learned some valuable lessons in that place.

Here are two truths I have learned in my “meanwhiles.” 

1. God knows me better than I know myself.

After the loss of our twelve year old son, Andrew, from stage 4 brain cancer, there were many things I was confused about but one thing I was not and that is this: God can be trusted. I promised him as I knelt for the last time at the hospital bedside of my son that I would be honest with Him and others. No more hiding. No more covering. No more people pleasing at the expense of my own authenticity. When you finally believe that God knows you better than anyone and that knowledge does not alter his love, then you are able to more fully trust Him. Your trust in God grows to encompass every part of you – even the parts you may wish you could hide: the doubts, the confusion, the anger and the grief.

2. God loves me more than I can possibly imagine.

It might have been tempting to ask God, “If you love me…love my son, why then did You let him die?” But this answer always stood in front of the question:  “For God so loved the world that He sent His only son [to die].”* God is well acquainted with the death of a beloved child. He sent His only begotten Son to die for me…to die for MY son. He loves me, He loves my son and God loves you more than we can possibly imagine.

God knows the end from the beginning and all the parts in between – “the meanwhiles.” Although there are times that God appears to be silent or hidden and we wonder where He is in our pain- the “meanwhiles,” He is always present. I remember exam days when I was a classroom teacher. Up until test time, I taught, assigned homework and drilled my students over the material they needed to learn. And then the day most of them dreaded came: exam day.  Although I remained silent, for the time for teaching that lesson had passed, I never left the room during the test.  Neither does God.

In our “meanwhiles” – our days of testing and trial –God’s grace empowers us to endure. While we live in the hope for the fulfillment of the promise, we continue to run our race. This means along the way, we will encounter potholes, pounding rain and pressures on each side.

Nevertheless, God goes with us. Whether we can see Him, feel Him or hear Him, He never leaves the room of our testing. He accompanies us in our “meanwhiles,” knows us better than we know ourselves and loves us more than we can possibly imagine.

 In testing and trials, God’s grace fuels our endurance through the desert. (Tweet that.) 

Are you in a deserted place? Not only will God’s grace bring you out of it but also empower you to glorify Him in it.

 

* “This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life.” (John 3:16, The Message)

 

 

 

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Why You Should Stop Comparing Yourself To Other Women (part 3)

Hi Friends!

I’ve recently returned from the Refresh My Heart Conference in Nebraska City, Nebraska. Later this week I’ll share about that but today I want to give you part 3 of my teaching series on comparison. At the end of this post I’ve got something else to share with you. It’s something that has been on my heart a few weeks now and I think it’s time to put it out there.

This is part three in a short teaching series on why we should stop playing the comparison game. I’m writing on comparison because I believe:

Making negative comparisons with other women blocks your own personal growth, gratitude and grace-giving potential. (Tweet that.)

 

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Here is where you can read parts one and two of “Why You Should Stop Comparing Yourself to Other Women.”

(Part three – the continuation of “Comparison – Stop IT!” or “Why You Should Stop Comparing Yourself to Other Women”)

Experience: We can go through what looks like the same scenario and, depending upon a variety of factors, we will process it differently. Have you ever wondered how siblings can have such a different perception of what seems to be the same experience in a family? When my two brothers and I were growing up, our dad was a church planter for a few years and so we moved quite a bit. Dad was sent out west to plant churches where there were very few of our particular denomination.

We left the Bible Belt and lived in California and Washington for four years. Dad was also a talented church builder and we were often sent cross country when a congregation needed a new sanctuary or family life center. My dad loved it! It was not without its challenges on my brothers and me however. We experienced being the “new kid” over and again in schools and neighborhoods. My older brother found his niche as the comedian. His humor paved the way for him in new environments. My younger brother seemed to gravitate to the misfits and the edgy kids. I was the bookworm and the choir student and finally found a sense of belonging in High School Theater. Our experiences as the “new kid” were not at all alike and each of us can tell stories of negative and painful experiences we faced as “new kids” on the block.

However, when we submit every experience we have -good or bad- to God, He has the supernatural power to redeem them all for His ultimate glory.

The most life changing experience I’ve had has been the loss of my son, Andrew. I remember telling God in the first season of grief, “Take every bit of this pain, every part of our story and redeem it all for your glory. Press everything out that you will and may it be an offering of praise to You.” 

In the first week of the diagnosis of stage 4 brain cancer, the Holy Spirit brought this verse to my heart. I clung to it like my lifeline. I quoted it to anyone who would listen: friends, family, nurses, neurologists, oncologists and neurosurgeons.

 “But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him” (2 Cor. 2:14 NIV).

It was my desire then and my hope now that our lives – our temples, the jars of clay we inhabit – diffuse the fragrance of Christ with every word, action and attitude.

One evening huddled over a table just outside my son’s hospital room, the oncologist and I spoke in hushed tones about the treatment plan for my son. I spoke. She spoke. I listened. She listened. Then she said this that still brings tears to my eyes, “I’ve never met anyone like you.” I share that to tell you who she met across the table was not some wonder woman with an exceptional faith. Who she met was a woman who had lain face to the floor and cried out to an awesome and exceptional God to fill her with the unmistakable fragrance of His Son.

You see, the gifts and abilities God puts in you, the desires He gives to you, the people He brings to you and the experiences He walks you through have purpose. You are like no one else! When you offer all you are as an offering to all He is, your life diffuses the fragrance of Christ in every place.

Now for the little announcement that feels kind of big in my heart.

A few weeks ago I was praying and thanking God for the speaking opportunities He’s brought my way and to be honest I asked Him for more. I’m not an “in demand” speaker. What I am is a Bible teacher (and sometimes preacher!) with a love for His Word and it’s power to save lives, heal the broken-hearted and set at liberty those who are captive. When I’m asked about my speaking fee, I give what I believe is fair compensation for my time. I’ve been told by friends that I ask for too little. Nevertheless, God has always provided for my needs and even gone above and beyond at times! As I was praying and thanking Him, I said, “Father, I’m content to be the speaker at the small and medium sized gatherings. I’ll work just as hard for the small group as I do for a larger one.” I thought about the smaller churches who host women’s events: teas, retreats and conferences, and who can’t afford the more “in demand” speakers. Yet, they still want a speaker they can trust to prepare, pray and bring God’s word in a manner that leaves them happy they asked! I believe I am that kind of speaker/teacher(preacher).

So here’s what God has placed on my heart:

If you feel God is leading you to ask me to come speak/teach/preach at your tea, retreat, conference or anything else, please don’t let the lack of a big budget hold you back. If you can provide travel expenses and lodging, I’m willing to come for that provision and a free will offering or an honorarium (all contingent upon a “go” from God.) Because I just believe God is BIG enough to provide for you and me, too. 

I’ve discussed this with my husband and he agrees.

Having said that, the teaching on “Why You Should Stop Comparing Yourself With Other Women” is a two part retreat session I offer. I will not be posting the remainder of the series because, well…I’d love to present it in person. There’s much more to it and the best is yet to come! And if you need a one time 45 minute-ish presentation, I’m happy to condense it.

So that’s it!

Almost.

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Now, that’s it!

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Refresh

Hi friends!

I’ll be sharing more from my teaching series, “Comparison – Stop IT!” (or Why You Should Stop Comparing Yourself to Other Women) when I return from the Refresh My Heart Women’s Conference in Nebraska City, NE. (To read more on the issue of negative comparison and why we need to stop, visit my new blogging acquaintance, Angie Tolpin. Angie makes some powerful observations on comparison and “cultivating unity among women.”)

This Saturday I’ll be sharing two messages at the conference: “He’s Not Who I Thought He Was” and “Even When I Don’t Feel Brave.”

If you will, please lift the conference in prayer when you finish reading.

Saturday Morning: “He’s Not Who I Thought He Was” – (excerpt)

It had only been a few weeks since I had last kissed the cheek of my youngest son not knowing how long it would be until I saw him again.  School had started back after the New Year and I had resumed school drop-off and pick-up for my oldest son. Driving alone was so difficult. There was a feeling of being trapped in the pain and sorrowful images with no escape until the drive time ended. Often I picked up my cell phone and called someone to “talk me down” as I drove.

On one such occasion, as soon as I heard my friend’s “hello” I blurted out, “He’s not who I thought He was.”

“Who’s not?” the voice on the other end asked.

“God. He’s not who I thought He was.”

She exhaled and there was a moment of silence before she responded.

“I think it’s too early for you to be questioning your theology.”

We talked a few more minutes as I drove to pick up my oldest son from school. Ending the call, I laid my cell phone on the empty seat beside me.

I pulled into a parking space at the school and as I waited for my son I cried out, “You don’t understand. It’s not too soon. It’s too late! I don’t know how to live for Him if I don’t know who He really is.”

Saturday Afternoon: “Even When I Don’t Feel Brave” (description)

“Even When I Don’t Feel Brave” is an empowering word for anyone (EVERYONE!) who needs courage in the face of fear. Based on the words of Jesus to Peter in the 14th chapter of the book of Matthew, this message will enCOURAGE you to do the right thing and the hard thing even when you don’t feel brave.

I’ll be sure to give you a recap when I return. Thank you, in advance, for your prayers.

He dwells pin

 

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