FEAR

FEAR

The majority of time in my early years of marriage, I reacted rather than responding. My behavior, often cold and accusatory was rooted in fear.  As I began to align my life with God’s, I recognized how much fear had controlled my actions.  As I was nagging my husband about how he needed to change and lead his family, deep down it was really the fear that my circumstance might not ever change. I wasn’t trusting God to change my husband. I placed more leverage on my husband’s actions and attitude than God’s ability to change his heart. A fearful heart has great difficulty being an obedient heart.  God’s word speaks to His children to remain in obedience. In I Peter 3:6 he specifically instructs women to be like Sarah, who obeyed Abraham...

To Persevere

Sometimes we look around only to discover that we are still struggling with the same issue, same person, conflict, addiction…sometimes in relationships we find that the sins and struggles of another bears down on us to the point where we don’t care to have the heart to carry on. It has become exhausting and wearying. It would be so much easier to walk away. Dealing with women who have spouses that struggle (or when the wife is struggling) has been revealing of all the sorrow that people carry when someone close to them is in bondage to sin. There is no way around it – sin is ugly, it destroys, it wounds, it has consequences. It is especially difficult when you are married to someone who seems to be bent on destruction. How does one persevere in...

No Longer Ashamed

No Longer Ashamed

The old farm truck sits in the barn as dusty as ever. Most everyone in the family has mentioned how great it would be to have her restored. Until that happens, she’s used as the back drop for many a picture when people use the farm for photography sessions. I think this truck is so cool, but there was a time when I didn’t want to be seen riding around in it. It was during those awkward and not-so-fun middle school years. You know, when guys are too cool to wear a coat when it’s 10 below zero and girls are so afraid they will make a wrong move they just stand around…being frozen and awkward. I was with my dad, we were heading into town and when we got to the main road, I saw some kids I knew from school walking alongside the road. I...

Fun Friday: Serious rebellion with husband’s paintbrush

  A trait I admire in my husband is his amazing attention to detail. He is diligent with tasks I would never have patience for – like cleaning out his expensive paint brush.  The following is an article I wrote that was published in Prairie Farmer Magazine…where I have a featured monthly column.  Links to those articles will be appearing soon on the blog.  I was preparing to paint a room so I entered the garage to gather my supplies. My eyes were drawn to the tool wall. There it was…looking so lovely, hanging on the peg board. My heart began to beat a little faster, I nervously reached up to remove it, but I could not bring myself to do it. I drew back my hand, took a deep breath, reached up slowly and took down husband’s best paint brush. It was...

That Old Man Again

That Old Man Again

I was getting ready to leave his hospital room when dad teared up, reached over and grabbed my hand. He bowed his head. I got the message. “Dad, do you want me to pray for you,” I asked. He shook his head yes without even looking up, he was in prayer mode with tears getting ready to drip from his sweet, blue eyes. I prayed for him and for mom. It had been a long twenty-four hours. Fluid had been suffocating his heart and lungs and on top of that – a nasty infection had taken up residence in his body. When you are already battling a heart that barely works and cancer waging war against every cell – fluid and infection are a big deal. Dad didn’t think he would ever go home….but rather….go home. This morning as I was working...

Friday Favorites

Friday Favorites

My handsome hubby, holding sweet baby Ezra – oh the delight it brings my heart. Ezra you have a wonderful grandpa. He’s looked forward to having you in his arms for so long. He’s got big plans for you…a tree house already in mind, ballgames to take you to, watching ice cream drip down your little chin, teaching you how to work on cars and how to fix just about anything, taking you for rides on the tractor and giving you that piece of candy that your mom said you couldn’t have. And the best of all…getting you all wound up and then sending you back home to mom and dad! So grateful for my beautiful man and our precious...

May friendship, encouragement and grace abound!