Fitting Into the box, AGAIN?

This morning, I was blessed to have several ladies in my home for breakfast and Bible/Book Study. We are reading Sally Clarkson's book, Seasons of a Mothers Heart together and studying the Word as it pertains to life as a mother.  This month we read about Prayer and Fear.  The Lord NEVER ceases to amaze me. What amazes me about the Lord, is that he took a book, written years ago, by a mom like me, put it in our 5 hands, and TODAY...it was exactly what all of us needed to hear! We ended up having prayer meeting!  

So, AGAIN..Fitting Into A Box...What Box are you trying to fit into in 2012?  Do you want to be a size 6, have radiantly beautiful hair and skin, drive a nicer car, spend hours in the Word or Prayer a day, watch less TV, play with your children more, home school like so-and-so? What will make you feel like you have accomplished something at the end of the year?  Is it YOUR goals for your year, or is it the LORD'S goals for you this coming year?

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11

You see, we can pray and ask the Giver of All Good Things and the Creator, to guide us down the path...that HE planned for us, or...we can squeeze into the box our neighbor, co-worker, friend or family member has.

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For you, it may be time to get in shape...for we are a temple of God...we are his hands and feet.  It may be the year to pull out all the stops concerning your children.  I may be time to give up the TV to pursue a lifestyle of prayer or service...BUT...it may not.


No matter how beautiful the box, no matter WHO is trying to sell their box to you...Remember, you will ONLY fit in the box the Lord designed for you!  It is a beautiful place to be in the will of the Lord!

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. What you have learned and received and heard and seen in me--practice these things, and the God of peace will be with you." Philippians 4:6-10


Happy New Year to you all!  I pray for an unquenchable zeal for the Lord for you in 2012.  That you will greatly impact those whose lives you come in contact with.


Sweetly Broken, Wholly Surrendered...


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Fitting into a Box

Yesterday, I wrapped gifts!  It took a while...I tend to me a little on the perfectionist side when it comes to wrapping packages...DON'T have a clue as to why! HeeHee!  Some gifts fit well into the boxes I had strewn out in the kitchen, while others...well, I'm still looking for the perfect fit.  

Which, of course, started me thinking about "fitting" it all into a box.  This year, MANY bloggers have been wrestling with Christmas.  Why we do what we do.  What do we need to change, if anything...and so on.  God made us all individual.  He gave us convictions, families, and lives that look a little different from the family next door.  My homeschooling doesn't look exactly like my sister's or my best friends'. The media convictions we have in my family are different than those around us...they are the convictions for OUR family.  It is what makes us unique, individuals that love the Lord where we are.  So why shouldn't our Christmas traditions look different from those around us?


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I am reminded of the story about the woman who is preparing Christmas dinner and the daughter askes her, "why do you cut off the end of the ham before you cook it?" Her reply is. "Because that's the way my mother did it."  After much investigating they find out that the great grandmother cut off the end of the ham to begin with because her pan was too small!  You see, sometimes we just get caught up in the traditions that have been passed down to us because it's what we've "always done."  We don't stop and ask the question..."WHY" or even does it FIT our family now?


We struggle to fit our convictions and promptings from the Lord to do something a little different into the BOX of Traditions for the season...AND there is a bad fit.  A buldging box that won't close and cannot be wrapped.


What is the Lord speaking to your heart for YOUR family that you are trying to squeeze into a BOX labeled Tradition?  Maybe it's time for a NEW box...


Just food for thought today.


Merry Christmas to you all!

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The moment we docked in Progreso, I knew that this was a poor city. Progreso is a new port and is still raw, as far as commercialized…Americanized…shops and destinations. Down the 5 mile pier, there were concrete barriers-the kind that line the highways here during construction-piled upon each other two high and in a haphazard manner. This was their seawall. In front of the seawall, about every 10 feet, were black boxes. Each one having a lettered and numbered sign marking it. The road down the pier was not an inviting road. There was nothing that screamed WELCOME to the guests that were traveling inland to find wares and to seek out history and adventure.  

As we continued on the bus…it was evident the great need of the people. Poverty abounds in Progreso…Deep Poverty.


I snapped many photo of the town. I really tried to capture the character of the homes and people who dwelt there. Families like yours and mine did laundry, and played in their yard…only the laundry was wrung out by hand and hung on the line…and the yard was is surrounded by a wall and in it was no grass nor playthings. The school…well…if I hadn’t actually seen classes changing, I would have thought it was an abandoned prison. Broken windows in each of the buildings and a wall that surrounded the school yard. Next to it, a Military facility. Armed soldiers around the perimeter.


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The bus stopped. We had reached our destination. Across the street…our “Beach Resort.”


As we rode through Progreso, a man on the bus with us continually made fun of the town, laughing at the expense of the people… much like the people in my town who ridicule the Hispanic people who live here. He had NO compassion in his heart which grieved me even more that seeing the living conditions of the people of Progreso. You see, I don’t EVER want to feel good about myself at the expense of another! I prayed for each home we passed…each child and mother we saw and each man…working hard to provide.


We, Americans, are so fortunate to live where there is running water, electric washing machines…grass for our children to play on…schools. I pray that the blessings I enjoy every day never cause me to speak in arrogance.


Jesus loves each of us…He gave his LIFE for EACH of us, rich or poor; white, black, tan, red, or any color in between; man or woman…He loves each and everyone of us…We should show is love.

Are you His hands…His mouth…His feet? Do you love even when someone is different than you?



Auto Pilot

The Fog horns are blowing. Visibility is about 20 feet in front of us.

There are no signs of the the oil barges that have speckled the landscape of the Gulf for the past 8 hours.

We are no longer on auto pilot.

So many times in our lives, we, too, are on auto pilot. We just live a well programmed life. One that seems to not need a Captain at the helm. We read the Word, go to Church, take the kids to school, do the laundry, cook the meals and pay the bills. Our live runs smoothly. We are on auto pilot.

Then the FOG comes.

We can’t see much ahead of us…we MUST turn to the Captain to steer the boat.

Our God is the mighty Captain! He knows the controls of the ship, he knows what is best for it’s passengers…For their safety and Happiness.

“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11”

Whatever your FOG is…give the Captain back the helm and let him Steer the course. Be intentional to give it up! Whether it’s a fog of mundaneness or a fog of tragedy in your life…Give up the helm!