Call Me Betty

Call Me Betty

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My kids never saw it coming. They’d spent the day asking for snacks and demanding that I referee disagreements over screen time. The pressure to scream and run away built as I stared at the laundry heaped on the couch, dinner waiting to go into the oven, and my phone buzzing with text messages from work.  

How can I do it all when there’s too much to get done? 

“Mom . . . Mom . . . MOM!!!!” 

That last “Mom” did it. 

“Kids, get down here!” 

My crew tumbled down into the kitchen. The kids jockeyed for positions farthest away from a mother who looked like she was about to blow. Well, they were right. I was doing my best to keep my chaotic life together, but I could feel myself falling apart. I needed a break.  Desperation led to inspiration. I decided it was time for “Mom” to take the rest of the day off.  

“For the rest of the day, you will call me . . . Betty.”  

The kids took turns staring at me and each other. My oldest squinted through skeptical eyes and asked, “So, we can’t call you ‘Mom’?” 

Warming up to the idea, I smiled, “My name is now Betty. Now, go play.” 

For the next few hours, I worked on emails and laundry while the kids stammered through a mishmash of my old name and new. “Moooo—Um, Betty? Can I get some juice?” We began giggling each time they called me Betty. 

Fifteen years later, my kids still laugh about “Call Me Betty” day. I laugh about it, too. I believe that silly idea was an act of grace from a compassionate God who knew I needed a break, and so did my kids.  

Because back then, my constant overwhelm wasn’t funny. 

My life looked like a field of spinning plates, and I felt like a latex balloon. Every plate represented an obligation or responsibility that I needed to keep spinning so that it didn’t crash to the ground. However, my insides felt like a balloon getting bigger, stretching thinner as the pressure to keep all the plates spinning.  

The more stretched I felt, the more I snapped at the kids. The more pressure building inside, the harder it was for me to sleep or sit still. I felt like everything was on my shoulders and I couldn’t mess it up.  

I was chronically overwhelmed.  

Have you been there? Stretched too thin, drowning in our responsibilities, or unable to know what to do next? 

 My definition of overwhelmed is having too much to do, not enough time to do it, and feeling unsure, paralyzed, or stuck on how to fix it or move forward. 

No matter how it happens, no one is happy when overwhelmed. When it all feels like too much, and you don’t know what to do about it, you’re not enjoying your relationships, faith, or life. 

I love how King David captures the heart of the overwhelmed: 

“Listen to my prayer, O God.
Do not ignore my cry for help!
Please listen and answer me,
for I am overwhelmed by my troubles.
Fear and trembling overwhelm me,
and I can’t stop shaking.
Oh, that I had wings like a dove;
then I would fly away and rest!”
Psalm 55:1-2,5-6 NLT 

King David wrote these words after one of his sons tried to overthrow his kingdom. At the same time, God called David a “man after his own heart,” but that didn’t mean King David was spared from circumstances that flooded every part of his being with the desire to run away from it all. 

What should you do if you’re feeling overwhelmed today? Follow King David’s example. Rather than turn away from God in his problems, David turned toward God. He didn’t hide his honest and raw emotions; you don’t have to either. In Psalm 55, David continues to pour out his heart, and here’s where he lands — this is an invitation for you as well: 

“Give your burdens to the Lord,
and he will take care of you.
He will not permit the godly to slip and fall.”
Psalm 55:22 NLT 

Maybe you’ve never read words like this in the Bible describing how you’ve been feeling lately. Perhaps today, you might be relieved to know that God isn’t disappointed that you’re overwhelmed and that you wish you could escape from the pressure and all the responsibilities. 

 Tell God what’s too much for you to handle today and hand it to Him.  

 And feel free to change your name to Betty if it helps. 

 Excerpts taken from Barb Roose’s new Bible study, Stronger Than Stress: Developing 10 Spiritual Practices to Win the Battle of Overwhelm.  

 

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3 Ways to Keep Your Passion for Jesus Strong

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“Don’t burn out; keep yourselves fueled and aflame.
Be alert servants of the Master, cheerfully expectant.
Don’t quit in hard times; pray all the harder.”
Romans 12:11-12 The Message 

For many, September feels like a fresh start. Kids are going back to school. Summer is giving way to fall. There’s a burst of energy and urgency to make the last third of the year really count.  

But with the hope of cooler temps, all things pumpkin, and finally making progress on January’s goals, you may also feel weary.  

Jesus understands this. It’s why He invites all who are weary and burdened to come to Him! (Matthew 11:28-30). 

But Paul also encourages us not to give in to spiritual burnout. We must actively and intentionally keep our passion for Jesus and commitment to following God strong.  

How do we do this?  

Be alert! Pay attention to what God is doing in and around you.  

Be cheerfully expectant! Trust that God is working on your behalf, and let His promises fuel your hope. 

Pray! Don’t give up when life gets hard. Take heart knowing Jesus is with you. He will never forsake you. And He is listening to your prayers and interceding for you.  

We love dedicating the first Sunday of every month to pray for one another. Share your prayer request and pray for another (in)courage sister. We are stronger together! 

 

The Secret to Embracing God’s Perfect Peace Through Life’s Storms

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A few months ago, I found myself in a high-conflict divorce that was taking a toll on my emotional well-being and finances. As legal fees piled up and the demands of single parenting two teenagers increased, I often felt overwhelmed and anxious. 

Amid this turmoil, I attended a healing retreat in North Carolina. Due to financial constraints, I had to book budget-friendly flights, which included a 14-hour layover on my return trip. On the last day of the retreat, feeling particularly anxious to get back home to my kids, I prayed to God, expressing my desire for an earlier flight.

The next morning, I received an email from the airline informing me that my flight had been rebooked to an earlier time at no additional cost! I was in awe and filled with gratitude. This experience was a significant moment for me, teaching me to rest and trust God with my worries. It was a reminder that even in the mundane details of life, God is actively working on our behalf.

The journey continued the next day as I prepared to return home and catch a connecting flight from North Carolina to Atlanta. As we approached Atlanta, the pilot announced that a heavy storm was causing delays, and we would have to taxi on the runway because all the gates were occupied. The likelihood of missing my connecting flight loomed large. Anxiety started to creep in again, but then I recalled two scriptures:

Be still, and know that I am God.
Psalm 46:10

You will keep in perfect peace
those whose minds are steadfast,
because they trust in you.
Isaiah 26:3

Choosing to trust in God’s sovereignty, I rested in His peace. While other passengers were visibly stressed about missing their connecting flights, I remained calm, reflecting on the miracle God had performed just twenty-four hours earlier. I trusted that He had the situation under control.

After several announcements about further delays, the pilot suddenly informed us that a gate had opened and we would be able to deplane shortly. Unbelievably, the gate we were assigned was right next to my connecting flight’s gate. Instead of a fifteen-minute dash across the airport, I had a mere fifty-second walk. I made my connecting flight just in time!

This experience amplified a profound truth: God is in control, even when circumstances seem impossible. When I shared these experiences with my kids and new friends from the retreat, they were amazed and encouraged at how God orchestrates everything. It wasn’t just about making my flights — it was about deepening my trust in Him.

Reflecting on these events, I’ve realized that learning to trust and rest in God’s promises in stormy seasons is a continual process. It’s not a one-time decision, but a daily practice of shifting our focus from our problems to His promises. Life is full of twists and turns, and our initial reactions might be fear or anxiety. However, we have the authority to refuse giving these emotions a place in our hearts. We have the authority to rest in God’s perfect peace.

Here are some practical steps that have helped me embrace God’s perfect peace through this stormy season of life.

1. Conversation with God: Regularly talking to God about our concerns and desires helps shift our focus from our problems to His provision. Open, honest communication with God allows us to lay our burdens at His feet and trust in His plan.

2. Scripture Meditation: One of my favorite meditations in the Bible is Isaiah 26:3. Holding onto Scriptures like this one provides a pathway to peace and trust. Meditating on His promises helps to realign our thoughts with God’s truth.

3. Rest in His Presence: Practicing stillness and acknowledging God’s complete control helps to cultivate a peaceful mindset despite troubling circumstances. Psalm 46:10 tells us, “Be still, and know that I am God.” This truth helps us center our hearts and minds on God’s sovereignty.

To let the peace of God permeate your heart in a new way, start by creating moments of quiet reflection throughout your day. Begin each morning with a few minutes of prayer and Scripture reading, asking God to fill your heart with His peace. Whenever anxiety starts to rise up, take a moment to pause, breathe deeply, and repeat a Scripture that brings you comfort.

These steps are practical ways to experience God’s perfect peace. The same God who provided for me is working in your life too. When we remember His past faithfulness, it strengthens our faith for present and future challenges.

Are you currently enduring an exhausting and difficult season, unsure how to navigate it with grace and peace of mind? 

Are you faced with relationship difficulties, financial hardships, job loss, health problems, or the loss of loved ones? Remember, God is greater than any storm we face. When we rely solely on our own strength, we invite stress and anxiety — but by embracing God’s perfect peace and surrendering our worries to Him, we will find true rest and assurance during all life’s storms.

The Best Advice from Las Damas

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Hispanic Heritage is rich, vibrant, and multifaceted. My culture, Hispanic culture, offers an array of stories filled with brave, resilient, and tenacious individuals who selflessly contribute to the tapestry of North America while being a diverse community.

Though we stand connected, we are unique, leaving much to learn and celebrate all year round. 

Spanish is spoken in most of our countries; however, various dialects are spoken in different villages and towns, adding another layer of history and beauty to our people. As a community, we are known for being profoundly family-oriented and rich in culinary, musical, religious, and holiday traditions passed down from generation to generation. 

I was born in Antigua, Guatemala. If you’re not good with geography, don’t worry; neither am I. Guatemala is a tiny country found right below Mexico. Most of my childhood and adolescent years were spent with my Abue, my grandmother (short for Abuelita in Spanish), who was also born in Guatemala. She passed down Guatemalan dichos (sayings), which she used to accentuate and explain the point she was trying to make. 

She also shared stories of her childhood filled with traumatic realities that no child should bear, along with her dreams of one day making it to America for a better future. In the early eighties, Aube made it and eventually became an American Citizen with only a third-grade education. She attended night school for years to learn English and obtain her high school diploma. 

However, no matter where we lived – Guatemala, Canada, or Arkansas – Abue always instilled in me the importance of speaking Spanish, keeping traditions, practicing hospitality, cultivating community, and following Jesus.

One of Abue’s most practiced traditions was to give thanks to God no matter the circumstance. Whether her heart was filled with joy or heartbreak, she would always give thanks, especially when celebrating a birthday. 

I waited forever for my fifteenth birthday – my quinceañera. A quinceañera is a coming-of-age celebration for young women to mark the transition from childhood to womanhood. In my mind, this day called for a big, puffy, beautiful pink dress for the birthday girl, many friends, lively salsa and merengue music, and delicious food. However, given our limited finances, I knew that would not be possible. 

But Abue, with her determined nature, was resolute in passing down this tradition. With the help of my father and the church community, I had my celebration. It was a servicio de accion de gracias ( a thanksgiving service) that included traditional hymns and a sermon that spoke to the goodness of God.

It was nothing like the quinceañera parties the other girls had. There was no music and not many friends. Instead of the elaborate pink dress of my dreams, I got an ivory chiffon dress; it was a budget-friendly alternative that matched the simple luncheon held in an old church basement that smelled like mold and mothballs that Las Damas (Ladies in the Church) stayed up late helping me and Abue decorate.The decorations included dollar store balloons, ribbon hanging from the ceiling, wooden tables with cheap plastic pink tablecloths, and tacky centerpieces. 

Despite the disappointment, I remember the sound of laughter filling that old basement as Las Damas cooked together to help make this celebration a reality. Plus Abue’s delicious pavo con arroz (turkey with rice in Spanish) was on the menu — yum! 

It’s also the consejos (advice) that was passed on as we decorated late into the night that I remember most. They told me, La oración lo cambia todo (prayer changes everything), con Dios todo es possible (with God all things are possible), and Nunca estás sola, Ligia, Dios siempre va contigo (You’re never alone, Ligia, God always goes with you). 

Las Dama’s love for me that special day and these words were engraved in my heart.  As I got older, they became the voice of Jesus to me, often my only lifeline when life’s challenges were too much to bear.

It’s the love of Jesus that my Abue and other women in our communities have so intentionally and beautifully modeled for me throughout my life – love through community. Coming together intentionally, nurturing safety in the relationships we are entrusted with. They know that generations to come are not only shaped by traditions but by togetherness. 

To try to encapsulate the stories of our Hispanic community’s bravery, resilience, and tenacity, our rich history, accomplishments, and inspiration in just one month is like trying to cover the sun with one finger, or as my Abue says to this day, querer tapar el sol con un dedo – it’s impossible. But I believe sharing my personal story is a starting point. 

As we approach Hispanic Heritage Month, can I encourage you to think of how you, too, can be the hands and feet of Jesus to a community that desires a relationship with you? Please don’t reduce us to Cinco de Mayo beers after work, Jennifer Lopez, or Feliz Navidad lyrics. Instead, take the time to sit with us, ask honest questions, and listen with your heart without any preconceived notions. Accept this month as our community’s invitation to come together and learn to nurture a safe environment by proximity. 

The generations to come will be greatly impacted by our togetherness, even with the discomfort of our differences.

I want to leave you with the consejos that Las Damas left me with: 

Prayer changes everything, with God all things are possible, and you’re never alone, friend; God always goes with you.

 

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Make a Difference by Breaking Bread

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One of our daughters got married on a lovely day in October. Preparing for it long-distance was a challenge. She’s lived in Florida since 2022 and the wedding took place here in Georgia. We missed out on the fun of planning together face-to-face, and the thought of forgetting or messing up a crucial detail terrified me.

Our original guest list of nearly 200 people was the max our venue could accommodate. Although we tried to keep up with the RSVPs, sometimes people are hard to nail down and things happen. When preparing to feed so many people, it’s easy to question quantities. We trusted the caterer’s formula for the meal itself. My husband and I each calculated how many gallons of water, sweet tea, and lemonade we’d need, but at the last minute, my daughter wanted us to double it to be safe. Same with the appetizers we made for guests to enjoy while the wedding party took photos.

Sure enough, we had plenty of leftovers. At the end of the evening, we loaded the back of my car with the extra food and drinks and sent more home with our adult children. I knew what we’d be eating for supper each night and what my husband would take to work for lunch each day. And after months of excitement and anticipation building towards this day, I welcomed a week off of kitchen duty.

Have you noticed how items appear larger when you bring them into your home? That a couch that seemed a reasonable size in the showroom barely fits in your living room? That’s how it felt when we unloaded the leftovers and stacked metal pans filled our garage refrigerator. No way could we eat this much in a week. I began looking for opportunities to feed others with our bounty.

A friend and I had planned to get together the week after the wedding, so I invited her to eat at our house instead of going out. Two days later I hosted an impromptu lunch for some ladies in our neighborhood. What a spread! We filled our plates with smoked chicken, pulled pork, cowboy baked beans, salad, and tidbits from fruit and veggie trays. The food assuaged our hunger, but the fellowship satisfied a deeper need.

Have you noticed how many stories in Scripture involve Jesus and food? He began His earthly ministry by transforming water into wine at a wedding feast in Cana (John 2:1-11) and concluded His time on earth with the Last Supper (Luke 22:14-20). He fed a multitude with five loaves and four fishes (John 6:1-14), ate with sinners and tax collectors (Mark 2:15), and was anointed with oil and a woman’s tears during a meal (Luke 7:36-50). He used parables about wedding feasts to teach humility and radical hospitality (Luke 14:7-24).

Jesus continued to serve others through food after His resurrection. He fed the disciples after a weary (but successful) night of fishing by welcoming them to “come and dine” (John 21:8-14). When He encountered two disciples on the road to Emmaus, they didn’t recognize the resurrected Jesus until the moment He broke bread with them (Luke 24:30-35).

The connection goes even deeper: Jesus referred to Himself as the bread of life, the satisfaction for the hunger and thirst within our souls.

“And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger, and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.”
John 6:35 KJV

With the start of the holidays upon us, I’ve been thinking about warm traditions and festive gatherings. It’s a time when spirits rise but depression rates soar. For many, the holidays bring bittersweet memories of loved ones who’ve passed. Some struggle to balance busy calendars, while others battle loneliness that’s more acute this time of year.

Sisters, we can make a difference in someone’s life with something we do every day: sitting down for a meal. Breaking bread together involves more than eating; it’s about serving people and spending time with them. It’s about slowing down, sharing stories, and savoring food and fellowship. You don’t need to throw a fancy dinner party (although you certainly can if you’re able and enjoy it). But all you really need to do is just open your circle a little wider. Pull up an extra chair to the table.

Let’s open our hearts and our homes this season and view mealtimes the way Jesus did: as an opportunity to serve others and come together in fellowship through the ministry of breaking bread.

This devotion is by Dawn Camp as featured in the fall issue of Everyday Faith Magazine.

The FALL issue of DaySpring’s Everyday Faith magazine is out, and we think you’ll love it!

From cover to cover, you will find stories and articles in Everyday Faith magazine to inspire hope, encourage your heart, and remind you that you are loved by God.

You’ll discover tips on how to feel true gratitude, a guide to select the perfect planner, ways to cheer on school-age kids, comforting words for difficult times, and advice on what to say in tough situations. These pages are full of the best support and reassurance—truth from God’s Word.

The article above is just one of many featured in Everyday Faith magazine, which is perfect for gifting to a friend, Bible study sister, Sunday School teacher, or neighbor. And to help you do just that, we’re giving away FIVE sets of magazines — one for each winner and one for them to give to a friend! Leave a comment telling us to whom you’d gift a copy, and we’ll draw five winners.

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The Extraordinary Miracle of Encouragement

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It started with a simple email:

“I’m a pastor’s wife and along with the rest of the elder’s wives in our local church we are facilitating some of the women’s ministry. I realise this is a far stretch … but I’m taking a chance that you may be able to come and spend a week or so in South Africa and in particular address the women at our annual weekend away.”

That email arrived in my inbox at the end of December. Less than seven months and a handful of Zoom calls later, I traveled from Denver, Colorado to Johannesburg, South Africa, where I spent half the month of July connecting with these women along with several other churches and ministries throughout the country. By the time I boarded my plane to return home, I was both exhausted and elated. 

I have never felt so encouraged and excited about the global church. The headlines might be full of bad news, but the Good News is alive and thriving. And what God is doing in and through His Bride all over the globe is nothing short of spectacular. 

You should know, this was my third trip to South Africa. Nothing magical happened, no signs in the sky or dead bodies raised back to life. And yet, in the two weeks I spent sharing my story and listening to the stories of so many others, I experienced something miraculous just the same. For in the simple act of coming together, joined in our love of Jesus and desire to follow Him all the days of our lives, something divine and truly extraordinary happened:

We encouraged each other.

I know, I know. You were hoping for something more dramatic and eye-popping. “Encouragement” sounds so ordinary. But don’t be misinformed: Encouragement IS dramatic. Even better, it is holy.

“After Paul and Silas came out of the prison, they went to Lydia’s house,
 where they met with the brothers and sisters and encouraged them.”
 Acts 16:40 NIV

At the prompting of the Holy Spirit, Paul and Silas traveled to Philippi to share the Good News of Jesus with the people there. On the Sabbath, they went outside the city gate to a place they believed to be a gathering spot for prayer. They shared the Gospel with those they met, and many became followers of Jesus including a woman named Lydia. Some time after, Paul and Silas land in jail. After an earthquake, more Gospel-preaching, and many conversions (including the jailer!), Paul and Silas are released. And what do they do first? “They went to Lydia’s house, where they met with the brothers and sisters and encouraged them.” 

The Greek word Luke uses here for “encouraged” is parakaleo, which is the combination of two Greek words: para, which means to the side of, and kaleo, which is to call. Combined, they create this two-sided interaction in which one person calls another for help and the other person responds by coming to their side and offering what is needed most: comfort, exhortation, consolation, and encouragement. Parakaleo is a powerful and significant word. In fact, Jesus calls the Holy Spirit our paraklete, a derivative of parakaleo.

(Go ahead and read that again.)

When you and I ask for help AND when you and I come to the side of each other in response to that call, we partner with the Holy Spirit, God’s presence in and with us. 

Encouragement is an expression of the trinity, a way for us mere mortals in the middle of challenging circumstances to bear witness with each other to the extraordinary activity of God. As a result? Hearts so weary they are near dead are brought back to life. Faith long crippled and weak discovers new strength to stand tall. Like Paul, Silas, and the believers at Lydia’s home. All because of this extraordinary exchange called parakaleo:

The Miracle of Encouragement.

Sometimes I think we make church far more complicated than it needs to be. We create big events and develop complex programs. We wear ourselves out trying to make all of our words loud and ministries shiny. I wonder if what our world truly needs might be far more simple: 

Encouragement. 

A willingness to drop everything else and come to the side of anyone needing a hand. Spending time in each other’s homes, sharing our stories, one day, one moment at a time, until our faith flies like a flag, waving hope to all the nations. 

Be encouraged, friends. I’m standing at your side today as a reminder that you are not alone. God sees you, loves you, and is not finished with you. Have courage. 

Now, find someone else who needs to hear that, too. 

 

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Three Words from Jesus to Give You Hope Today

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Take heart, daughter.

These are the words Jesus says to a woman who has endured bleeding for twelve years. She has pressed through a crowd. She has sought Jesus. She has touched the edge of His cloak. She is unclean. She shouldn’t be here. She is breaking all the rules. But she can’t hold back. Because she also knows what it’s like to be isolated and anxious, hopeful then devastated, discouraged and desperate to keep believing that God has healing in store for her.

Have you ever felt that way? Maybe you haven’t bled physically — but you’ve bled emotionally. Maybe the wound came from someone you love and should have been able to trust. Perhaps depression drained all the joy from your heart. Life circumstances might have cut you and you’re still trying to recover.

What I love about this biblical story is that Jesus doesn’t say, “Get well soon” or even “Be healed.” Everyone who knew the details of this woman’s story thought her biggest problem was losing blood. Jesus alone looked at her and saw that the biggest risk was that she could lose heart.

Losing heart means we stop believing things can get better.
Losing heart means we can’t seem to keep our grip on hope.
Losing heart means living tired and numb, going through the motions.
Losing heart means becoming disconnected from the truest parts of who we are.
Losing heart means we start saying, “This is just the way it is.”

We will all be tempted to lose heart at some point in our lives. It might come after years of something hard. It might happen suddenly because of an unexpected loss. It might not be one thing but many, a slow accumulation of hurts that steal our strength. Are you the woman pressing into Jesus today?

“Jesus turned and saw her. ‘Take heart, daughter,’ he said, ‘your faith has healed you.’ And the woman was healed at that moment.” (Matthew 9:22 NIV)

Jesus is turning toward you today. He sees your pain. He is saying to you, “Take heart, daughter.” These are words of affection and protection. They are an affirmation and invitation. They are full of tenderness and belonging.

What’s causing you to lose heart today? Whatever you’re facing, it matters to Jesus. He has seen all you have endured. He knows how many nights you’ve stared at the ceiling, trying to sleep. He has heard every prayer that feels like it’s still unanswered.

Jesus knows how hard it is sometimes to just keep trusting, keep pressing forward, keep believing that change is possible. He looks at you not with criticism but compassion, not pressure to hurry up your healing but infinite patience, not disapproval but deep love.

The woman who approached Jesus did what she could until Jesus did what only He can. She showed up. She dared to try. She took steps. So if you are in a season of waiting for healing, it is okay for you to do what you can too.

In my life, that has looked like saying “I’m not okay” to trusted friends, going to counseling, moving my body in healthy ways, looking for resources to help me learn and grow. It means asking, “What is the next small step I can take toward Jesus today?” and then doing so even on the days I don’t feel like it.

Of course, there are also meltdowns and detours, slip-ups and setbacks, moments when I want to just give up. That’s part of being human for all of us. What matters is that we keep going until the moment when we finally experience the healing we’ve been seeking. It is coming. I type that with hopeful tears in my eyes. It is not meant as a cliché or spiritual band-aid. I know full well it doesn’t take the bleeding away. But I’m choosing to keep believing today, and I’m inviting you to do the same with me.

Take heart, daughter.

Jesus spoke those words to a woman in a crowd; He is still speaking them to your heart now.

If you’re losing heart because you’ve been hurt by someone in your life, Holley’s online course Heal After You’re Hurt can help you heal and move forward. Find out more here.

 

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When God Whispers

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Write it down.

The words that came to me upon waking on a May morning several years ago were so softly spoken, that I would’ve missed them if they had not reverberated in my whole being. I had just had the most incredible dream, one where I was walking through a house with a certain number of bedrooms, more than one kitchen, and the exterior painted forest green. 

When I woke up, I could still feel the embrace of that dream home wrapping me in warmth and peace. And in the silence of that early morning, I heard God whisper the words, Write it down. His voice was so intimate and deeply personal that tears rose as I grabbed a notebook and did my best to scribble down what I had seen and experienced in my dream. 

After doing so, I turned to my husband and told him about my dream. In response, he pulled out his phone and decided to search for a house located in the south of Iceland that fit that description, just for fun. We had been living in Akureyri, a town in the north, for two years and knew we were being led to move to the south. We really didn’t have an idea of what specific town we would move to, let alone the finances to purchase a house when we did move.

After scrolling through a few available houses in the capital and surrounding areas, my husband turned the phone around to show me one house in particular. “That’s the color of the house in my dream,” I breathed. As he listed out all the details, my mouth continued to drop. Not only did this house fit the description in my dream, but it was located in my husband’s hometown.

From the overflow of that moment, God continued to direct and provide and by August we had moved into that dream home.  

I often look back on that moment. The dream and all that unfolded was such a palpable and tangible experience of God’s provision. But what I recall the most fondly is how God spoke to me in that sacred moment between waking and sleeping, in the quiet sliver of time where distractions gave way to a divine interaction. 

That whisper changed so much in my life and my family. It led to decisions and steps towards home.

Yet I wonder how many times I’ve missed or ignored God’s personal and intimate nudge. What other worries and fears could I have alleviated by leaning in to His voice? What need may have been met, provision received if I had quieted myself enough to listen? What distractions are taking a more prominent role and dividing my attention from all the thoughts God has over me?

“How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand—when I awake, I am still with you.”
Psalm 139:17-18 NIV

God’s thoughts over us are numerous and beyond measure. So why do we sometimes settle for counterfeit words when even His whisper can reverberate through our present circumstances and into a multitude of centuries? I am grateful for the way God spoke to me in my dream, but His words are also available to us in every moment of every day.

The environments we live in definitely don’t make hearing His voice easy. The noise of opinion often shows up louder and stronger than the truth we really seek.

As my family now settles after a time of transition back to the States, I find myself tempted to get caught up in a whirlwind of noise. Lies seem louder when you’re tired. Hope feels more deferred when you’re discouraged. It’s often more convenient to cultivate patterns of striving and stress than rhythms of abiding and rest.

But God has never stopped speaking. And although He may come on the scene with thunderous roars, He can pierce through the hardest hearts with the gentlest whisper. God is faithful to step into our whirlwinds. Instead of matching the fury of a storm, He encloses us in His arms, tucks us to His chest, and speaks the words that we desperately need to hear.

If you would like to read more about letting go of lies and leaning in to what God says about you, check out this free download of Jenny’s book, Milk & Honey in the Land of Fire & Ice.

 

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No Matter What Happens Next…

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“I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world.”
John 16:33 NLT

I wonder if the disciples gave each other the side eye when Jesus told them that here on earth they would have many trials and sorrows. Did they think of the families and jobs they had left to follow Jesus? Did they think of their friend John the Baptist who had been beheaded for his faith? Did they remember the faces of every sick or bleeding or demon-possessed person who had come to Jesus over the last three years seeking healing?

Surely the disciples were as keenly aware of the trials and sorrows of this world as you and I are today. They may not have known words like cancer, coronavirus, terrorism, or depression, but they saw corruption in the temple courts, watched parents grieve the death of children, and knew that some people would rather murder the promised Messiah than surrender their grasp on power. And they probably sensed that things were going to get worse before they got better. Have you had that sinking feeling too?

On the last night before He was crucified, Jesus lingered around a table with His closest friends and poured out His heart. Though they had logged countless hours and miles doing life and ministry side by side, Jesus used this night, known as the Last Supper, to make sure they knew the most important things.

Jesus’s farewell teaching is recorded in John 13–16. His final instructions fall under three main themes:

• Love one another (13:34–35; 15:17).
• If you love God, obey Him and remain in Him to bear fruit (14:15; 15:5–10).
• God will send the Spirit to guide you (14:26; 16:7–14).

It’s at the end of this rich, mind-bending, life-changing, revolutionary teaching that Jesus says, “I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world” (John 16:33 NLT).

I’m not going to lie. I’d prefer it if Jesus would have said, “I have told you these things so that in me you may have peace — because if you simply follow my instructions, life will be fun and easy and pain-free. Hooray!” Please tell me I’m not the only one. I would have liked to save my younger self (and my current self ) from the heartbreak and uncertainty and fear that come from living in a fallen and broken world.

But even as I write this, I know my thinking is flawed. If life was absent of trouble, or if peace and perfection were within our reach, we wouldn’t need a Savior. Jesus didn’t come to teach us how to control life and avoid pain. He came to overcome the world and give us His peace.

The peace of Jesus comes in His fierce with-ness. Do you know what I mean by that? No matter what happens, no matter what storm rages, or what circumstances rock your world, Jesus will be right there with you. Even as Jesus prepared His disciples for His departure, He assured them of His steadfast commitment. “I will not leave you as orphans; I am coming to you” (John 14:18).

Take a moment and think of a challenging situation or trial. Maybe it’s an issue at work, a conflict with a close friend, or an inner struggle you have never even named. Hold it in your mind. Feel the tension it causes in your body. Let the mental and emotional weight you carry transfer to your physical body. Now add Jesus to your picture. Right in the middle of that family crisis or worrisome visit to the doctor, imagine Jesus is sitting beside you. No matter what happens next, He’s not leaving.

Take a deep breath. Inhale the gift of His presence.

This is the peace of Jesus. Not that your circumstances will instantly change or that the road ahead will be free of painful potholes and disheartening detours, but that God the Son in the person of Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit whom He sent go with you.

By Becky Keife from our (in)courage Bible Study, Create in Me a Heart of Peace

 

If You’re Holding Pain From a Broken Covenant, Here’s the Truth That Will Heal You

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Months after he left, after he walked away from almost twenty years of marriage, I was still face down in the heartbreak of it all.

He’d chosen a different life—one that didn’t include me, my daughter, our friends, or our families. When the unthinkable crashes in and steals away all that’s familiar, it throws us into a deeply unwanted new normal.

And there I was, holding a broken covenant, consumed with confusion and fixated on the pain. Shame partnered with anxiety and, together, they spun a nasty narrative about my inadequacies, pointing a gnarled finger at all I could have — should have — done differently.

One morning, as I slid out of bed, anxiety greeted me with such force, it took my breath away. I couldn’t escape the words circling around in my head.

Rejectable.
Rejected.
Replaceable.

If you and I were sitting down together over coffee, I’d tell you all the details of that particular morning. Because that morning . . . everything changed. It was as though our Heavenly Father reached into my new, little life — into my new little apartment — and stopped the spin.

Gently, I felt Him prompt me to start writing. In particular, and this still gives me goosebumps, I felt Him say, “Write down all the ‘R’ words you can think of.”

I know, it seems odd. But, God speaks to us in ways that are uniquely meaningful to us. I love words. In particular, for as long as I can remember, I have loved “R” words. That morning, deep in the valley of rejection, I started writing down all the “R” words I could think of. I started with the obvious.

Rejected. Rejectable. Replaceable.

I circled them several times in my journal, just to remind Him of what I’d been through . . . as if He didn’t know. It’s hard for me to tell this story without emotion. Because as I wrote, focusing on what He asked me to focus on, the words began to change. After several seemingly meaningless words, I watched my pen write out the word Relish.

It was like the whole room disappeared, and I just sat staring at this strange word on my page.

“Relish?” I asked. “Like the condiment?”

“Look it up,” I sensed the Lord say.

Relish. To adore. To enjoy greatly. To add zest.

Leaping from my chair, I danced around my living room, tears of joy and gratitude free-flowing. In an instant, I understood. The King of Heaven adores me — He thinks I add zest. He enjoys me greatly!

No human rejection trumps this truth. No decision against me holds any weight when compared to His decision for me. He declares me irreplaceable. Wanted. Loved. Enjoyed. Worthy of the greatest pursuit of all time (John 3:16).

For many months, I had been seeing myself through the eyes of the man who had walked away instead of through the eyes of the One Who never would. The eyes and heart of the One Who is fully for us — Who chooses us again and again.

Oh, how my heart needed this message — and maybe yours does, too.

Maybe you’ve felt the heartache of rejection or betrayal. Maybe the trauma of your past spins a shame narrative in your soul. Or maybe, like so many of the women who come through the door of my counseling office, you battle the taunting of anxiety and wonder if you’ll ever feel good enough . . . if you’ll ever measure up.

Friend, please let your heart hear this: God wants you. The King of Heaven’s Armies is running to you. Defending you. Declaring you. Pursuing you. Choosing you — as though it was just you and Him.

If I could show you my journal from that morning, you’d see several passages written out in big, bold letters and circled with obvious enthusiasm. But I keep coming back to Isaiah 43:1, “‘Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine.’”

Called by name by God Himself — we are His.

I wish I could tell you that the pain of betrayal and rejection ended that day. It didn’t. I still battled anxiety from time to time. And the ripple effect of a life undone still created waves of grief.

But what did change was how hard it landed. When I fully grasped Who chose me, it stopped mattering who didn’t. When I stayed focused on His truth and all He says about me, I found considerable relief from the lies handed down through the trauma.

So, in case you need to be reminded today, my friend, your Heavenly Father adores you. He thinks you add zest. No matter what has happened, He declares you chosen, irreplaceable, and wonderfully made.

May that truth linger long for you as you journey through all you might be facing today.

Everyday Superpowers, Supernatural Power, and Why We Absolutely Need Both

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All of us have something special within ourselves that impacts others and can alter the atmosphere around us: Everyday superpowers. Not exactly the blockbuster movie variety, but superpowers nonetheless. Attitudes and influence that shape opinion, encourage or inspire, and change the course of someone’s day, even if only our own. This is not nothing. In fact, it’s quite a lot.

The person who can always soothe a crying baby in your church nursery. The friend who has a knack for fixing virtually anything. The stranger who sing-songs across the Kroger parking lot, “I LOVE your dress!” turning your frown upside down, then, “Girl, your SHOES (hand gesturing in a dramatic swirl from your head toward your feet), you got it GOING ON today!” Okay…that was personal. Someone I had never met until last Tuesday, and won’t likely ever see again, had the ability to transform my lousy day into something lovely. If that isn’t power, I don’t know what is.

Everyday superpowers are not something we conjure or force, but they can be cultivated. 

Ephesians 2:10 (NLT) tells us, “… we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.” We are created in His image with a planned purpose, and regardless of our age or stage, there are always good things for us to do. 

What you offer matters because no one else has exactly what you have to give. God has fashioned each one of us uniquely in a way to impact the people and circumstances around us, whether in word or deed, in large ways or small. Do you understand what that means? Darling, the world hasn’t been the same since you were born.

Satan knows this, too. I suspect he understands God’s plans for us better than we do. It would explain the discouragement, defeat, and despair that continually creep into our hearts and minds. Satan hates us – he hates God! – and he effectively undermines us (and God) any way he can.  

Usually, I think of our everyday superpowers as an outward influence, but recently I’ve considered what a superpower can mean personally. For most of my life, one of my superpowers has been “irrepressible optimism and a tendency to find good in everything” — textbook Pollyanna. In the absence of light, I’d pinpoint the bright side. When all seemed lost, I could find the thinnest silver lining. But, as the past two years have brought some of the darkest days of my life, there have been moments when I’ve been crushed by the pain of circumstance. I could barely hold it together.

It’s easy to think (tapping into faith), “This is right where God wants you. In your weakness, He is strong,” and while that might be true, I would’ve wanted to smack anyone who said that to me. I was in a pit where bright sides and silver linings couldn’t penetrate the darkness. Any superpower I had, or thought I had, was effectively neutralized. I scoffed at every Christian cliché I heard or ever uttered. I couldn’t reconcile a “good God” with the anguish and heartache our family was facing. I was going through the motions the best I could, but underneath a thin veneer, I was fragile, often on the edge of breaking.

I was sad and angry all the time. Have you ever been in a place like that?

Thankfully, another of my everyday superpowers is the ability to think rationally when my mind and emotions are whack-a-doodle. I understood I needed help, and the solution wasn’t Pollyanna. I reached out to my doctor. I confided in people who loved me and who my rational mind knew I could trust. People with whom I could be honest about the ugliness and unbelief I was feeling. People who would listen and pray, not try to fix me. People who would know the right time to point me to Jesus, not shove Him in my face. People with everyday superpowers I desperately needed.  

And, then there was my sister — who was suffering the most — yet intuitively understood how I felt. “Be positive!” she’d chirp when we’d video chat, making a checkmark in front of her heart with her thumb and index finger while simultaneously clicking her tongue, parroting how her husband uses the same words and gestures to encourage her.  

Initially, I wanted to smack her, too. I’d smile politely, irritated at and disappointed in myself that she was the one with a terminal brain tumor, and I wasn’t rallying her. 

But God was at work. He heard the prayers of those interceding, and the Holy Spirit tended my heart. “Be positive” became a battle cry. This wasn’t my Pollyanna disposition resurfacing. Being positive became a powerful act of resistance against the darkness around and within me. This wasn’t any superpower. This was God’s supernatural power at work. 

“I waited patiently for the Lord to help me,
and he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the pit of despair,
out of the mud and the mire.
He set my feet on solid ground
and steadied me as I walked along.
He has given me a new song to sing,
a hymn of praise to our God.“
Psalm 40:1-3 NLT

In my dark pit, I needed the supernatural power of Jesus. He met me there and lifted me out of my despair. And He keeps meeting me through His Word and prayer. Through vulnerability and medical support. Through the everyday superpowers of friends and family. Through those whose faith is strong and those, like my sister, whose body is weak. Superpowers birthed from supernatural power are remarkable. How so?

God’s supernatural power empowers you and me to resist the fiery darts of the enemy. His promises are no trite cliché but our precious lived grace.

Might we dare to ask God to use the everyday superpowers He’s knit into our DNA for someone who’s hurting? We never know whose day, whose life, it could change.

 

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God’s Love Is the Ocean and All You Need to Do Is Float

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I learned to swim in Muskoka Lake, nestled in the cottage country of Ontario, Canada. My cousin set up a fishing line with foam duckies attached and looped it across two docks, the lake water in the middle. It was the boundary I couldn’t pass until he deemed me ready. 

One of the first things my cousin ever taught me was how to float. He forced me to lean my entire body back, head tipped into the water, eyes gazing upwards. I had to trust he wouldn’t let me drown. I had to trust the water would hold me. 

It’s one thing to learn to float as a child, when your body weight is light and easy. It’s another thing as an adult. 

Floating is apparently supposed to come naturally, but it doesn’t feel that way for me. Hand me a raft, a pool float, or a tube and I’ll happily relax in a body of water all day. But to lean my body back in the water and trust I’ll stay on the surface? I don’t like it. I don’t like how my eyes have to remain on the sky, not on my surroundings. I don’t like how my mind starts imagining how I might sink. When I stop trusting that I can remain buoyant, I start thrashing in the water. 

The key to floating is surrender. And the key to surrender is to relax. 

I have surrendered a hundred different aspects of my life to Jesus. Or at least, I think I have. My “surrender” has often felt more like gritting my teeth and holding on tight with white knuckles, trying to hand it over to God, while I remain tense and grumpy. But what if true surrender has nothing to do with white knuckles and gritted teeth?

What if surrender looks a lot more like relaxing into an ocean of love? Like leaning your body back and simply floating…

The idea behind the word surrender implies putting your whole weight on someone or something. It requires letting go. It requires trust. We cannot let go of something without having someone we trust to hand it to.

In John 4, Jesus describes the Holy Spirit as Living Water, as a stream or a spring welling up within us. And then we see the same image in Revelation 22, a river of life flowing from the throne of God. 

God’s love is like a river, ever flowing; or like an ocean, stretching as far as the eye can see. You are in the water. You are surrounded by the love of God. His love is on every side of you. His Spirit dwells within you. You don’t have to earn it or prove it or pursue it.

When Peter walked on water in Matthew 14, he was practicing this concept of surrender. He saw Jesus in front of him and he trusted Him. But as soon as Peter took his eyes off Jesus, as soon as he put in his own effort to remain afloat, he began to sink.

Psychologist David Benner says, “Our efforts to stay afloat — that is, our efforts to earn God’s love — are always counterproductive. We must simply open our spiritual eyes and see that we are in the river of God’s love and that our staying afloat and moving along are God’s responsibility. All we have to do is surrender.” 

It turns out that you don’t have to do anything to float. You trust that the water will hold you. You lean back… and simply relax. 

You and I are in the ocean of God’s love. There is nothing that can separate you from Him or His love for you. You are loved by God, and that is — and always will be — the truest thing about you. Whether you see it or not, His love is as close to you as the air you breathe and the skin on your body. His love is a river, and you are in the water.

I’m learning what surrender looks like. I’m learning how to trust. I’m learning that I don’t have to swim or tread water or do laps. The ocean of God’s love surrounds me. 

Feel the warmth on your face and the water on your skin.

Tip your head, lean back… and float.

 

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The Old Made New

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If you ask my husband, he would tell you that perhaps my worst quality is the inability to throw things away. I am not a hoarder but I have a tendency not to throw out my old clothes even after I get new ones. I had a pair of pajamas that I bought when I was in college for my undergraduate degree. I continued to wear them all through grad school and brought them with me to Oklahoma when I got married. I wore them as I rocked my newborn little girl to sleep, even though by now they had holes and the fabric was getting thin. They weren’t particularly special at all, but they were comfortable.

My husband loves buying me pajama sets. Every Mother’s Day and Christmas I am gifted pajamas, even on random shopping days he points out pajamas for me to purchase. I have all of these new pajamas tucked away in my closet, most only worn once or twice because I still reach for my old pair from my college days.

One day my husband sat me down for an intervention. His tone was firm but one of love. “ I was hoping you would get the hint… these pajamas are literally falling apart. You bought them over 10 years ago when you were a broke college student. Now you are an adult. You can buy real pajamas and wear them.” We laughed and agreed that it was time to get rid of my old pajama pants.

I think often this is how we live as Christians. We invite Jesus into our lives and keep Him in the corner of our hearts, but we still live like we used to because it’s hard for us to fully throw that life out. The old life may have been toxic and broken but it is familiar and therefore comfortable.

But Jesus has paid the price and offers us a brand new life. A renewal of our heart and soul where everything changes.

Christianity is not just an addition of Christ to your life where we think differently about some things, add church attendance to your week, and find a way to not sin as much or be a nicer person.

No, it is a full-on transformation. Everything changes.

“I’ll give you a new heart, put a new spirit in you. I’ll remove the stone heart from your body and replace it with a heart that’s God-willed, not self-willed. I’ll put my Spirit in you and make it possible for you to do what I tell you and live by my commands.”
Ezekiel 36:26-27 MSG

Like any good transformation, there has to be a removal and replacement that takes place. A true renovation process begins with gutting a house of the outdated and broken, not simply painting everything white to cover it up. We can’t simply change our external behavior to look more like Jesus; we have to let Him renew our hearts from corruption and self-centeredness. This new heart that Jesus offers is what allows us to be sensitive to God’s voice, convicted of sin, and desire to live a life pleasing to God.

“You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.”
Ephesians 4:22-24 NIV

This is a daily choice, not a one-time decision. As my husband with a firm and loving tone reminded me, I pray that you would hear the voice of Christ, reminding you of who you are today and that He would lead you to take the steps of getting rid of the unhealthy and ill-fitting things of your past so you can put on Christ.

 

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Using the Tent Pegs God Has Given Us

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When I was growing up, our family vacations were often camping at national and state parks. There’s something glorious and gritty about setting up a tent and sleeping beneath a star-studded sky. The intoxicating perfume of the forest calms my spirit like a weighted blanket and helps me rest.

A few weeks ago, my oldest and I went camping, just the two of us. I anticipated this special trip with my young adult daughter, who will be heading off to college this fall. We planned to hike a waterfall in the national park, read books in hammocks, cook dinner and roast s’mores over the fire, and enjoy some quality time relaxing together.

However, when we arrived at our campsite, we were met with an unexpected challenge. 

We pulled our bin of camping gear out of our pickup truck. My girl doesn’t waste time. She got right to work laying out the tent and setting up the poles. All of a sudden she looked at me with wild eyes.

“Mom, we are missing a pole!”

“There’s no way!” I replied quizzically.

This was a new tent, and we had just used it the weekend before. But sure enough, I walked over and saw three corners of the tent standing tall while the fourth corner flopped down on the ground. We searched the bags and the car, but there was no pole.

Then we both went into problem-solving mode. My girl suggested we tie the tent to a tree or sleep in our trusty truck. 

I started to imagine our tent collapsing on us midway through the night. Then I started calculating how long it might take us to drive home to retrieve the pole. Of course, we weren’t even sure the pole was at home and didn’t have cell service to call my husband. 

Then I got a lightbulb idea. What if we used one of the skinnier poles designed to hold up the rain fly at the entrance and jerry-rigged it to work as one of the large poles? My daughter was skeptical, but I asked her to let me try it.

I folded the skinnier pole in half at the joint and doubled it up to strengthen it. Much to our delight, the pole fit in with the other poles and was able to bear the weight of the fourth corner of our tent.

As I watched my daughter get to work pounding the pegs into the loops of the tent to secure it to the ground, I started thinking about the story of Deborah and Jael in the book of Judges. 

The time of the judges was like a spin cycle in your washing machine with dirty laundry whirling round and round on repeat. God’s people, and particularly the leaders, continued to turn away from Him. When they rebelled, He allowed them to be taken by the enemy. They cried out in repentance. In response, He often sent a surprising and merciful rescue. And then somehow they found themselves right back in the cycle again, turning toward the idols that lured them away from God in the first place. 

During this time, there was a standout judge named Deborah who was a prophetess and revered leader. Deborah, whose name comes from the word “bee” in Hebrew, was like a queen bee who served God faithfully when many of the male leaders did not step up.

One day God calls on Deborah to challenge and support the Israelite leader Barak in a battle against Sisera, the commander of Jabin’s army. Jabin is the wicked king of Canaan. Both he and his sidekick Sisera seem to have Barak shaking in his boots. 

Barak said to Deborah, “If you go with me, I will go; but if you don’t go with me, I won’t go.” 

“Certainly I will go with you,” said Deborah. “But because of the course you are taking, the honor will not be yours, for the LORD will deliver Sisera into the hands of a woman.”
Judges 4:8-9 NIV

Deborah and Barak set out for battle at Mount Tabor with ten thousand men. Their army overtakes all of Sisera’s army and chariots. Then Sisera panics and flees the scene on foot.

He goes to hide in the tent of a woman named Jael, whose family were known allies to King Jabin. Jael invites Sisera into her tent to hide, and strategically gives him milk to drink and a place to rest. While he’s sleeping, she courageously drives a tent peg through his temple into the ground, and he dies.

This mama knew her true alliance was to Israel. Just as Deborah prophesied, Sisera “falls into the hands of a woman.” Jael is praised for her valiant act in Deborah’s song as “most blessed of women” (Judges 5:24) — a phrase used in the New Testament to describe Mary, Jesus’s mother. 

The violence in this story always makes me wince, but when I think about Jael’s bravery I’m inspired.

She used her resources and everyday skills to defeat the enemy. 

Both Deborah and Jael were wise, strategic, and courageous women who God used in extraordinary ways to lead and rescue His people. 

Friend, it’s unlikely that God will call you and me to take out a warrior with a tent peg, but He can use our strategic minds, our creative hands, and our discerning hearts for His glory.

Dorina helps people discover God’s glory in unexpected places. Subscribe to Dorina’s Glorygram here for details about her coming Bible study, Redeemer: God’s Lovingkindness in the Book of Ruth.

 

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Praise Him Anyway

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I sat on the edge of my dad’s bed. I was eager to tell him a story – just like I’d done since I was a little girl. Dad always loved a good story, a deep conversation, or an interesting discussion about anything at all, really. (There’s a reason we called him Philosophical Phil.) 

As I talked to Dad, I could see his trademark smile beneath his oxygen mask, and the way his smile crinkled his eyes at the edges. 

There’s my Dad, I thought to myself. He’s still in there.

His grip on my hand wasn’t as firm as it once was, but he held my hand all the same – just like he’d done since I was a child on our Sunday morning walks to church. His eyes were open, and I could tell he was trying to fully comprehend what I had to say. 

But when it came time for Dad to respond, his words weren’t stringing together like they once did – and it was clear that they probably never would again, until heaven. That broke my heart into a million pieces, because I realized that I’d likely had my last meaningful conversation with Dad here on earth.

Later that day, I went on a walk, crying with each step. Then, I remembered how Dad had lived his whole life with optimism and gratitude, even on the hardest days. He truly was the kind of man who could manage a legit smile underneath an oxygen mask. 

Don’t get me wrong: Dad knew the power of lament. He was not afraid of tears or grief. But thankfulness was a consistent part of his character, and he wanted his kids to live that way too — even on our hardest days, especially on our hardest days. 

 I confess to you that on hard days, my first reaction isn’t to feel thankful.

On hard days, you’d more likely find me trying to pray my way out of the struggle. 

But the truth of the matter is, hard days can turn into hard seasons, no matter how much we pray. So the question becomes, “Will I praise Him anyway?” 

I want to be the kind of person who, even at my lowest:

– Refuses to allow circumstances to dictate my life or my praise.

– Understands that God’s love is above anything that can happen to me or the people I love.

– Knows that God is worthy of praise, always. 

I’m thankful that the Bible shows us how.

Remember King Jehoshaphat? He had a vast army coming against him. Instead of freaking out, he sought the Lord through prayer and fasting. That’s a pretty wise first move when faced with a trial of such magnitude. 

And then he waited. He listened. And he heard from the Lord.

God told him to appoint singers to go ahead of the army, praising God. Take that in for a minute. God didn’t say to send chariots, warriors, or marksmen. The order: Send SINGERS.

“Jehoshaphat appointed men to sing to the Lord and to praise him for the splendor of his holiness as they went out at the head of the army, saying:

‘Give thanks to the Lord,
    for his love endures forever.’”
2 Chronicles 20:21 NIV

I love how their song of praise didn’t start after the victory, but before it.

When we sense a battle ahead of us, we can do the same. We can pray, fast, seek God’s guidance, and yes, even sing in the face of our enemies. 

What does your enemy look like today? Maybe, it’s a conflict at work, a broken relationship, some disappointing news, or the death of someone you love. Maybe you’re under a full-scale spiritual attack right now. If so, sing. Praise God with all of your might. The devil cannot stand to be in the same room as your praise. 

That day, during my walk, I recommitted myself to praise God, no matter what. That’s the way my dad taught me to live. More importantly, that’s the way our Heavenly Father teaches all of us to live. When we are met with misery, we can outmatch it with a melody.  

My dad traded his earthly residence for a heavenly one a few weeks after that moment at his bedside, leaving a legacy of praise. And for as long as I live, I want to be the kind of daughter who lifts her face to the heavens to say, “No matter what I’m going through, God, I will praise You anyway.”

Check out Jennifer’s journal, Stuff I’d Only Tell God, to put gratitude into practice.

 

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This Is Jesus

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18 This is how Jesus the Messiah was born. His mother, Mary, was engaged to be married to Joseph. But before the marriage took place, while she was still a virgin, she became pregnant through the power of the Holy Spirit. 19 Joseph, to whom she was engaged, was a righteous man and did not want to disgrace her publicly, so he decided to break the engagement quietly.

20 As he considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream. “Joseph, son of David,” the angel said, “do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife. For the child within her was conceived by the Holy Spirit. 21 And she will have a son, and you are to name him Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins.”

22 All of this occurred to fulfill the Lord’s message through his prophet:

23 “Look! The virgin will conceive a child!
    She will give birth to a son,
and they will call him Immanuel,
    which means ‘God is with us.’”

24 When Joseph woke up, he did as the angel of the Lord commanded and took Mary as his wife. 25 But he did not have sexual relations with her until her son was born. And Joseph named him Jesus.
Matthew 1:18-25 NLT

Immanuel. God is with us! What greater peace can we find than knowing God’s presence is with us? Let your mind wander through that unfathomable wonder and miracle.

The God who knows the grains of sand that stretch across every desert and shore. The God who counts the wispy hairs on each baby’s head. The God who formed earth, sky, and sea with the power of His words. The God who breathed life into humanity. That God. The Almighty. Who was and is and is to come. He was sent to earth through the womb of a young woman to be with us.

If you’re looking for peace in your bank account balance or the embrace of a significant other, if you’re relying on political policies, landing your dream job, or your mother-in-law finally accepting you in order to have peace — oh, friend. You will be disappointed and tangled in fear and worry again and again. There’s nothing wrong with wanting a meaningful job, a sound government, and healthy relationships. But we cannot allow those things to rule us and dictate our peace.

Centuries before Jesus was born of a virgin, He was called Sar-Shalom, the Prince of Peace. Sar is the Hebrew word translated as “prince,” and it refers to a ruler, a person in authority, a commander, the head, someone of noble birth. Yes, this is Jesus.

Shalom is the Hebrew word translated as “peace” and means “completeness, soundness, welfare.” Yes, this is Jesus.

 

By Becky Keife from Create in Me a Heart of Peace, an (in)courage Bible Study.