Honoring God

The goal of every person, every church, every city or town, every community, every state, every country should be to honor God.

Pretty bold statement, isn’t is? Maybe, but that is a reflection of where we are now in our worldly deviant state, but that does not mean it is not true. Not only is it true, it is how we were all made.

Even one’s own personal decisional concerning this design not change this truth. Truth is truth and design is design, regardless of what anyone thinks about it.

We need to get back to honoring God. Personally and communally. When we do this, God blesses and rewards, protects and answers. Guaranteed. If not in this life then in the next. 😄❤

Leading Worship

When asked to lead worship, no matter how many you are leading- 1 child or thousands of people, no matter- it is the highest honor. There is no cause so worthy as worshipping the Most High God and leading that worship is so much higher an honor. It actually is leading in humility to lift up the name of Jesus. Leading the bow is fantastic.

So today I received that honor. We sang together How Majestic Is Your Name, There is Power in the Blood, We Bring the Sacrifice of Praise, When I Survey the Wondrous Cross, A Shield About Me and The Cares Chorus. Such beautiful worship together. Praise God!😄❤

Happy Mother’s Day

A lot of women get really psyched up about Mother’s Day. At the risk of becoming very unpopular, I am not one. Every day I am a mother, every day I am proud of my babies, every day I honor my mom. It is another day. Many argue with that. I think if you save up all your honor and respect for one day, you are doing it wrong. And likewise, every day fathers should be honored and respected. Case in point: the Barbie cartoon series is no longer allowed in this house because they have the man coming across as majorly effeminate and the kids is smarter than them all. It is a complete reversal of Biblical values and kids are being brainwashed into thinking this is fact. So it is banned and so is every other show that pushes the same agenda. Watch what your kids are watching. Anyway, happy mother’s day to you who celebrate it and may your joy be complete every day at the site of your children and evidence of their love for God. Be blessed every day!❤

Gone are the Days

Every horrible, slightly uncomfortable, noteworthy, pleasant, beautiful, ugly, amazing, incredulous, etc. thing that has ever happened to me is over. The moment, the days, the weeks all passed. They are gone. Only the now remains. The future is not guaranteed except our eternity in Christ. That is secure. We have lived through every day and every experience up to now. We have suffered, laughed, mourned, celebrated, all of it. But now is who we are because of or in spite of all that has happened. Now is proof of our learning from the past or deciding to relive it, did we learn or did we remain as we were? Was there good as a result in the proud person standing in front of the mirror or shame and impede nice of growth that you wonder if so much damage can be repaired? Or worse, are you so distracted you are lethargic to it all living like a sort of fleshy robot? I ponder things like this about myself now. I believe what purposeful choices I make now if done right would result in maturity and growth and strength and wisdom, with God’s help. I think if done wrong may damage my relationship with God and threaten my future. I believe we all have this free will choice but like it or not we face the consequences of our own decisions we make. Is momentary pleasure worth shaming the name of Christ, throwing what He an suffered for under the bus and dishonor in Him? Or should the decisions I make be purposeful to worship Him and honor His name? It is deep. It is the decision right now. In ten minutes I will have the same decision. In two hours I have the same decision to make. But right now is all I know I have so right now I will decide that forever with God is more important than any momentary pleasure that is gotten in His stead. Tomorrow’s are gone and their decisions gone. The beautiful thing about God is He goes by what decision you make now. He is less concerned about past mistakes than you might think. “Now, this decision, is the important one. I choose to worship God.” That statement should be tattooed on us, imprinted on us, put everywhere in the house for it will always each and every time be the important truth of the right decision. To heck with the past. Go from right now. “Right now, I will honor God and not me.”

Better Not Bitter

One letter difference is all between those two words “better” and “bitter”. Oh and not just a letter but a choice as well. You see, I started with a rough day, really rough and let it affect me royally, momentarily pulled out to play and worship then hit bitter hard after church. Then the day went better because we visited good friends and ate good food. And something else. In talking out the problem and sifting through the rubble to the truth of everything, I decided that bitter will not live here. To remain bitter is to deny the other blessings in my life, God given blessings. My kids, our home, our health, my Daddy still with us for the time being, school about to start, both kids in piano lessons now, renewed relationship with my mom, friends and family still loving me, pool and clubhouse access, so on. It just keeps going and going and to remain in sad and bitter mode is stupid and selfish and needlessly puts stress on us all. For what? Life is too valuable to spend it whining and crying. Time to appreciate and laugh and keep moving forward one step at a time. That honors God, the giver of all good things. He provides what we need when we need it every time we humbly ask. So, I decided to be better, act better, love who I love, live life to the fullest, serve best. Then I honor God and help people.

In Honor of Dads

To all of who having not only fathered a child but been there to support and be a daddy to said child, thank you on behalf of society. To my daddy, I love you for always providing for us and instructing me how to work on my car. That knowledge has paid off time and time again. And for supporting me in my songs and singing and playing the piano, I thank you for that gift. I know you always expected me to succeed, to do more than most and I have because of your belief in me, thank you. To all dads who provide and cherish and encourage their kids, please continue even when it gets hard. It means everything to your kids. They may not always realize it but it is true. You rock!

The Insanity and Honor of Being Mother

Nothing in this world has given me greater joy and sheer madness, respectively, as being a Mother. Neither child has called me that. I have been “Mommy”, “Mom” and “Momma”. And for only having two living children, believe me I have been called these a lot. I think they call out “Mom” in place of breathing sometimes. And the madness, I could talk about the madness, the exhileration of two years of sleeplessness and children deciding no more naptime since they were 2 and a half. Really? Yes. And days of not having a vocal conversation with a read adult other than myself. And social craziness, I will not even go there this time. And there are the everything taking about twenty times as long because of the amount of luggage needed for the rascals to do anything at all. Five minute trip to the store is 20 minutes. Being the pack mule for the entire nation when hiking or going for walks or to the park. Their joy at going somewhere you dropped your world to take them and then guilt of feeling like a meany butt when told they have to actually return home that day after their huge fun. And can I please use the bathroom alone? Is that too much to ask? Can I breathe a breath of my own in a day? That and more is the crazy of my Momminess. That is the price you pay for the next part. The joy. The absolute pure joy of waking up and seeing the little people your children are becoming and are born to be and just thanking God for the opportunity to have so much time with these amazing little people God made. God made them inside my tummy, using building blocks of my and their dad’s DNA and adding such amazing little gifts and qualities all their own to make them just pleasurable to behold. It is a joyful honor to be their Momma. And I know the crazy only lasts, well, forever, but the joy does too. And everything in life has to be a balance for it to work right. And I will gladly take crazy to have joy and pride in playing a role in bringing up the absolutely most amazing little future parents/workers/spouses/lovers/helpers/God worshippers. It is incredible to think about. These people I am helping to develop into the best they can be and the love I have for them is powerful, powerful enough to create energy when there is none left, to instill hope when I am stifled, to pour love from me when I thought I had given the last of it, to freshen the soul when it had been weighed down. What is more valuable than that?