ber

This is the day the LORD has made; We will rejoice and be glad in it.
— Psalm 118:24 (NKJV)
 
The “ber” months have finally arrived!
After record-breaking September heat, October is apparently bringing the brrrrr with it. Spring and summer will probably always be my favorite seasons, but there are things I love about October, November, and December too. Bonfires and spooky events. Thanksgiving and Christmas. Family gatherings. Curling up with a cup of hot cocoa and a good book on a cold snowy day.
Maybe that's a good reminder as we turn another page on the calendar - not every season is going to be our favorite. There will be seasons of life we would gladly skip altogether. But even then, there can still be something good to notice, something to enjoy, and something to thank God for.
Today is the day the Lord has made.
Whatever season you're in, look for something good in it.
 
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fearless

My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.
— 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV)
 
I was watching Lanterns when Hal Jordan said something that stopped me:
“I’m not fearless because I’m brave. I’m fearless because I’m broken.”
Whoa.
We usually think fearless people are the brave ones—the ones who aren't afraid of anything. But maybe being fearless isn't about having no fear at all.
We've all been broken somewhere along the way. We've been hurt, disappointed, knocked down, and scared. And sometimes we've discovered something in those broken places: We weren't alone.
Paul learned that God's power wasn't greatest when Paul felt strong. God's power was made perfect in his weakness.
Maybe that's where our fearlessness comes from too.
Not because we're brave enough, not because we're unbreakable, but because we've been broken before—and discovered that God was still there.
 
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come near

Come near to God and He will come near to you.
— James 4:8 (NIV)
 
Saturday, Randy and I had a couples massage. For a little while there were no errands, chores, phones, work, or places we needed to be. We simply stopped, relaxed, and spent time together. Over thirty years into our relationship, we still need that. A strong marriage doesn’t stay strong simply because two people have been together a long time. It takes time together. It takes attention. It takes choosing each other again and again.
Our relationship with God isn't so different. We can know Him for years, go to church, pray before meals, and still become so busy doing life that we forget to simply spend time with Him.
James gives us a beautiful promise: Come near to God, and He will come near to you.
Sometimes the best thing we can do for a relationship is simply stop everything else and make time for the One we love.
 
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generations

But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light; who once were not a people but are now the people of God, who had not obtained mercy but now have obtained mercy.
— 1 Peter 2:9–10 (NKJV)
 
We love naming generations.
The Greatest Generation survived the Great Depression and fought World War II. The Silent Generation helped shape the Civil Rights era. Baby Boomers changed culture. Gen X—hey, that’s me!—were the latchkey kids who learned independence and watched the digital age begin. Millennials, Gen Z, Alpha, and now Beta each have their own defining moments too. Every generation will eventually be remembered for something.
But Peter gives us a different name: A chosen generation. And this one isn’t determined by what year you were born.
God chose us to be His people—not because of what our generation accomplished, invented, survived, or changed, but because of His mercy.
Whatever generation your birth certificate puts you in, if you belong to Christ, you belong to another one too.
You are chosen.
Called out of darkness and into His marvelous light.
And that’s a generation worth being part of.
 
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developing

I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in His word I put my hope.
- Psalm 130:5 (NIV)
 
The other day I was sitting in our bedroom when a random image flashed through my mind: my husband peeking around the corner with a camera and taking a candid picture of me. I have absolutely no idea why I thought of it, but apparently that was all my brain needed to head down the rabbit hole of the evolution of photography.
Remember film cameras? You bought a roll of film with a limited number of exposures. Every picture counted. You took the picture, advanced the film, and that was it. You had no idea if it was good.
You couldn't look at a screen to see if someone's eyes were closed. You couldn't immediately delete the blurry one and take another. You couldn't take 47 pictures hoping one would be perfect.
You waited.
First, you waited until you'd used the entire roll of film. Then you took it somewhere to be developed. And waited some more.
Eventually you got that little envelope of pictures back and finally discovered what you'd captured. Some were great. Some were blurry. Someone inevitably had their eyes closed. And occasionally there was that mysterious picture of somebody's shoe.
Then came instant photography. I remember my mom having a camera in the late '70s with one of those little cube flashes. The picture would come out, and she had something in a tube that she rubbed across it while it processed. It seemed almost magical. The picture was right there! But even then, we still had to wait for it to develop.
Today?
We don't wait for anything. Our phones are always within reach. We take a picture and instantly see it. Don't like it? Delete it. Take another. And another. And another. Somewhere along the way, I wonder if we've gotten so accustomed to instant results that we've forgotten how to wait.
Especially on God.
We pray and want an answer. Click. We have a problem and want a solution. Click. We need direction and want God to show us exactly where we're going. Click.
But God doesn't always work like the camera on our phone. Sometimes He works more like that old roll of film. You know you pressed the shutter and you know something happened, you just can't see the finished picture yet.
“I can't see it yet” does not mean “God isn't doing anything.”
Waiting isn't easy, especially when we've become accustomed to everything being instant. But some things take time to develop - sometimes circumstances are developing, sometimes relationships are developing, sometimes an answer is developing, and sometimes, while we're waiting for God to change what we're looking at, He's developing us.
So if you've prayed about something and you're still waiting, don't assume the picture is blank just because you can't see it yet.
God is still working - give it time - it may still be developing.
 
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forged in fire

These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.
— 1 Peter 1:7 (NIV)
 
A little way past the chapel at Camp Eagle Rock is a blacksmith shop. Now, this isn't a huge, fully functioning blacksmith shop like you might picture from an old Western movie. There's a forge, some tools, and a great instructor who teaches us how to take a seemingly ordinary piece of metal and turn it into something beautiful.
A cross.
With our own two hands. The process starts with fire. That plain piece of metal goes into the forge until it gets hot enough to work with. Then comes the hammer. Heat it, hammer it, turn it, heat it again, hammer it some more.
Little by little, something begins to take shape. I watched the people in our group take flat pieces of metal and create crosses that weekend. None of them were exactly alike, some bends were a little different. Some hammer marks were deeper, some were smoother than others. Each one carried evidence of the process that created it.
And as I watched, I couldn't help thinking: we're shaped by the flame, too. Peter wrote about faith being refined by fire. I think most of us would prefer another method. I'd personally like to request the comfortable chair, cup of coffee and gentle encouragement method of spiritual growth. Unfortunately, some of the greatest changes in us happen when life gets hot.
Hard seasons, loss, disappointment, illness, uncertainty, plans that didn't work, prayers that weren't answered the way we expected, times when it feels like life has put us back into the fire again.
And sometimes, just when we think we've survived the heat...here comes the hammer.
But watching that metal being shaped reminded me of something important - the fire wasn't destroying it, the fire was making it possible to shape. And the hammer wasn't randomly beating it - every strike had a purpose.
The instructor knew where the metal needed to move, when it needed more heat and when it was ready for another strike.
Our lives aren't quite as simple as a piece of metal in a forge. Not every painful thing happens because God sent it, and suffering isn't evidence that He's standing over us with a hammer. But Scripture reminds us that the difficult things we walk through don't have to be wasted.
God can use them.
The season that nearly broke you may have deepened your compassion. The disappointment may have redirected your path. The struggle may have strengthened your faith. The thing you never would have chosen may have shaped something in you that comfort never could have produced.
And just like those crosses, none of us comes out looking exactly the same - we carry marks from what we've been through.
That's okay, those marks are part of the story.
An ordinary piece of metal went into the fire.
After heat, hammering, patience and the hands of someone who knew what he was doing...it came out looking like a cross.
Maybe there's something beautiful in that, too.
Because when life puts us through the fire, my prayer isn't simply that I come out untouched, it's that when I come out, I look a little more like Christ.
 
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He knows them

 
For every animal of the forest is mine, and the cattle on a thousand hills. I know every bird in the mountains, and the insects in the fields are mine.
- Psalm 50:10-11 (NIV)
 
You never know what you're going to find at Camp Eagle Rock. Over the years, we've encountered some interesting residents. There was a little iguana, a beautiful koi pond, a chameleon, and one year, there was a lovely tarantula.
I use the word lovely very loosely - I am terrified of spiders. Apparently Camp Eagle Rock believes spiritual growth sometimes requires facing your fears.
This year, however, we arrived to discover some new residents: goats and a donkey. Now, let's establish something else, I'm a little afraid of goats, too. But these guys were pretty hard not to like. They had their own pen, but much of the time they happily wandered around outside the main hall making friends with anyone willing to pet them. The donkey apparently believed he was a very large cat. He would walk up and rub against your legs looking for attention—and nearly knock you over in the process. The goats were quite convinced that whatever we were eating inside the dining hall should also be available to them. The children (and a few adults) wanted to take a goat home. No goats came home with us, as far as I know.
What struck me, though, was listening to the people who care for these animals talk about them. They know them. Not just the goats or the donkey. They know their personalities, their habits, which one will wander where, which one wants attention, what they need and how to care for them. These aren't simply animals wandering around the camp, they're known, they're cared for.
And standing there listening to people talk about how much they care for each one reminded me of something about God.
God knows His creation, not generally, personally.
If He knows the birds in the mountains, He knows the donkey rubbing against someone's legs. He knows the goats trying to sneak into the dining hall. He knows the fish in the pond. He even knows the tarantula. I'm going to trust Him to keep track of that one without my assistance.
But more importantly... He knows me, and He knows you. He knows our personalities and our habits.
He knows what makes us happy, He knows what frightens us, He knows when we wander, He knows when we need attention, He knows what we need before we even know how to ask for it.
Sometimes we can look at a world filled with billions of people and wonder how God could possibly notice one person and one problem in one little corner of it. But that's because we're thinking about God's ability to know us through the limitations of our ability to know each other.
God doesn't look across humanity and see a crowd, He sees His children.
Individually, personally, completely.
The people at Camp Eagle Rock don't just have some goats and a donkey, they have animals they know and care for.
And you aren't just another person wandering around God's creation either.
You are known, you are cared for, you are His.
And if He knows every bird in the mountains...
He certainly hasn't lost track of you.
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the kickstand

But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.
- 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV)
 
Let me tell you about the motorcycle ride I took this weekend.
I went approximately zero feet.
Camp Eagle Rock is set up so several groups can be there at the same time. Our CMA group gathers at Gray Fox Lodge, where we have cabins, a big conference area, room for the kids to play while the adults do Bible study, a kitchen for snacks and—most importantly—a coffee pot.
The wonderful staff feeds us three very good meals every day and provides activities around the camp. Since everything is spread out, we use ATVs and dirt bikes to shuffle people back and forth. I was in the final group to go axe throwing. When we finished, we had three adults, one kiddo, two ATVs and Randy's Honda TransAlp.
Easy solution: I'll ride the TransAlp. After all, I ride a motorcycle. I've had my motorcycle license for years. This wasn't exactly my first time on two wheels. I climbed onto the bike, centered myself on the seat and leaned over to pick up the kickstand.
Except...I kept leaning. The kickstand never came up. And neither did I. I just flopped over onto my left side, effectively wedging myself between the TransAlp, an ATV and the ground.
I never started the motorcycle, I never put it in gear, I never moved an inch, I never even got off the kickstand.
The problem wasn't that I didn't know how to ride a motorcycle. The problem was that this wasn't my motorcycle. The TransAlp is taller than what I normally ride. Its weight felt different. Its balance was different. Where my feet landed was different.
I approached it thinking, I know how to do this. And technically, I did. But knowing how to ride didn't change the weight of what I was sitting on.
I think we do that in life, too. We look at something in front of us and think: I've done this before. I've handled hard things, I know how this works - I've got this. Until suddenly we don't.
Something shifts.
The weight is different, our footing isn't where we expected it to be. And before we've even gotten started, we find ourselves thinking, How in the world did I end up down here?
Maybe there's a reason God never asked us to prove that we can handle everything.
Paul asked God to remove something he was struggling with, but God's answer was, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
God didn't tell Paul to try harder, He reminded Paul where his strength came from.
There's nothing wrong with experience. There's nothing wrong with confidence. And there's certainly nothing wrong with knowing how to ride your own motorcycle.
But sometimes we encounter something that reminds us that our own strength has limits.
And maybe that's not failure - maybe it's an invitation. An invitation to stop saying, “I've got this,” and start saying, “God, I've got You.”
Because there will be things in life that are taller than we're used to.
Heavier than we expected, different from anything we've handled before, and occasionally, we may discover that before we've even gotten off the kickstand.
When that happens, we don't have to pretend we're strong enough. His grace is sufficient. His strength doesn't depend on ours, and sometimes the first step forward is simply admitting:
This is heavier than I thought.
 
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empty but full

Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.
— 2 Corinthians 4:16 (NIV)
 
I am tired. Not the I could use an extra cup of coffee kind of tired. I'm talking about the we just spent the weekend at Camp Eagle Rock kind of tired.
And it was wonderful.
We spent the weekend with our CMA family. Some were people who have been there before, and this year we had new people join us too. We studied God's Word together through Kyle Idleman's When Your Way Isn't Working, and some of those lessons hit pretty close to home. We worshiped, talked, and laughed. We made little crosses in the blacksmith shop. We threw axes. We rode ATVs and dirt bikes. We worked together on a 500-piece puzzle. We ate together, sat together, we simply did life together for a little while. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, God filled us.
That's the strange thing about weekends like this. I came home physically empty. My body is tired. My muscles know I did things they don't normally do. There are bags to unpack, laundry to wash, things to put away, and regular life is already waiting for us.
But inside? I'm full.
Paul wrote, “Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.”
I understand that a little better today.
Sometimes we think being renewed means resting until we aren't tired anymore. But maybe renewal isn't always about what happens to our bodies. Sometimes God renews us while we're sitting around a table with friends. Sometimes He renews us through a conversation we didn't know we needed. Sometimes it's through a Bible study that seems to speak directly into something we've been carrying. Sometimes it's through laughter, through worship.
Sometimes it's standing beside a fire, pounding a piece of hot metal into a little cross. And sometimes it's simply stepping away from the normal noise of life long enough to remember what really matters.
We went to Camp Eagle Rock with schedules, bags, motorcycles, helmets, expectations, and probably a few burdens nobody else could see.
We came home tired.
But somewhere along the way, God took some of those burdens and replaced them with something else: encouragement, connection, peace, joy. A reminder that we aren't walking this road alone.
Maybe that's one of the beautiful things about allowing God to fill us. Our bodies can be tired while our souls are rested. Our energy can be empty while our hearts are full.
Today I may need a little extra coffee, I may move a little slower, and that laundry isn't going anywhere, but I wouldn't trade this tired for anything.
Because sometimes you come home exhausted... and realize you've been renewed.
 
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tomorrow

 
For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.
- Psalm 30:5 (NKJV)
 
I love sunrises and sunsets. I feel like some of God's most beautiful paintings are put right there in the sky for us to simply look up and see. But maybe the best thing about a sunrise is this: Every sunrise is evidence that yesterday ended. Whatever happened yesterday—good, bad, exhausting, disappointing, frightening, or just plain boring—it eventually ran out of hours.
Then morning came.
Psalm 30:5 reminds us that weeping may last for the night, but joy comes in the morning.
Have you ever considered how often we talk about “tomorrow”? Even Scarlett O'Hara did it in Gone With the Wind: “I'll think about it tomorrow... After all, tomorrow is another day.”
I'll deal with it tomorrow.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
I'll try again tomorrow.
We'll see what happens tomorrow.
But eventually...tomorrow comes. And sometimes nothing dramatic happens when it does. The sun simply rises while we're going about our ordinary lives.
A couple weeks ago, I caught a gorgeous sunrise on my way to work. There was no beach, mountain or beautiful lake in front of it. There was a parking garage. And yet, there behind all that concrete was this spectacular sunrise.
Sometimes we're so busy waiting for the beautiful season, the answered prayer, the perfect circumstances, the vacation, the weekend, or the next milestone that we miss the beauty God put right behind the parking garage.
God doesn't require a beautiful setting to create a beautiful moment. He doesn't need perfect surroundings. And neither do we.
So don't wait for the perfect view to start looking for Him. Look for God in the ordinary places. Look for Him on the commute, at work, in the backyard, behind the parking garage. Because God is present in an awful lot of ordinary life when we're paying attention.
And if yesterday was a hard one? Look up. Tomorrow came.
 
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still growing

But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in Him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.
- Jeremiah 17:7–8 (NIV)
 
This year, I decided to plant a garden. I already had the raised beds, thanks to my handy husband. All I had to do was fill them with dirt and seeds, water them, and watch everything grow.
Well...that was the plan.
The carrot seeds were eaten by some critters—I suspect the Backyardigans. My zucchini fell prey to the dreaded squash bugs, quickly followed by the cucumbers. The green beans were amazing producers, but the strawberries became snacks for little grubs. The chickpeas were kind of “meh,” and we haven't dug up the beets yet, but they aren't looking very promising.
The tomatoes, though? Good grief. I had tomatoes for DAYS.
Then the rain stopped. And it stayed gone long enough that cities began asking people to conserve water and burn bans started popping up. The garden stopped getting watered. The ground became dry. Rain was scarce. Everything started looking a little thirsty.
Then we got a few sprinkles. And later, a few more. And apparently that was all my tomatoes needed.
They're still growing.
Jeremiah 17 describes someone who trusts in God as a tree whose roots reach toward the water. When the heat comes, it doesn't have to be afraid—and it keeps producing fruit.
We have dry seasons, too. Seasons when prayer feels harder. When answers don't come. When we're tired. When life isn't particularly exciting. When we don't feel like we're flourishing. But apparently my tomatoes didn't get the memo that there's a drought. They're just out there doing tomato things. Maybe that's because what matters isn't only what's falling from the sky. It also matters where the roots are finding their water.
Our circumstances may be dry, but we don't have to dry up with them. When our roots are deep in God, He can continue growing love, patience, kindness, faithfulness and peace in us—even when the conditions around us aren't ideal.
You don't have to look like the season you're living in. Stay rooted. Keep growing. And keep producing fruit. Even in a drought.
 
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stop feeding the fire

Without wood a fire goes out; without a gossip a quarrel dies down.
- Proverbs 26:20 (NIV)
 
My handsome and amazing husband is perfect for me. We're one of those couples who will ask, “What do you want for dinner?” while already knowing exactly what we want. In fact, we have a rule in our marriage: You can't ask the other person what they want for dinner unless you have at least one suggestion of your own. Saturday night, Randy wanted steak. Not unusual for a weekend, and he's a really good grill master, so I was completely on board. Simple plan: Fire up the grill. Cook dinner. Eat steak.
Except apparently, sometimes good grills go bad.
We went outside to find smoke and flames rolling out of the grill. The lid was so hot we couldn't lift it. We immediately shut off the propane and started dousing the flames. It got hot enough to melt the dials off the front and crack the glass window.
Needless to say, there was no steak dinner Saturday night. But later I thought about what we'd done. We didn't stand there arguing with the grill. We didn't keep trying to cook the steak because that was the plan. We shut off the fuel source.
Sometimes the smartest thing we can do spiritually is stop feeding the fire.
An argument. Gossip. Anger. Resentment. Social media drama. Someone who keeps baiting us. Even our own thoughts replaying something somebody did six months ago. Sometimes we keep supplying the propane and then wonder why the flames won't go out.
Some fires don't need us to fight them. They need us to quit fueling them.
Saturday night, we disconnected the propane before anything serious happened. We lost a grill and a steak. (Although apparently the steak wasn't a total loss. One of the Backyardigans thought charbroiled beyond recognition was perfectly acceptable).
But that burned-up grill left me with a question worth asking:
When something in my life starts burning hotter than it should, maybe my first question shouldn't be, “How do I put this out?”
Maybe it should be: “What am I feeding it?”
 
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did you see that?

How many are your works, Lord! In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures.
— Psalm 104:24 NIV
 
I think most of us have a morning or evening commute—a route we've driven so many times we could almost do it in our sleep. When we travel the same roads every day, it's easy to stop noticing what's around us. We focus hon getting where we're going and everything along the way becomes background.
The other day I was driving home from work and stopped at a traffic light along my normal route. Nothing unusual about that. But I happened to glance to my right.
And there he was. A little groundhog, happily nibbling on a tree.
Obviously, my first thought was that I should grab him and take him home. 😂 He was only 1.3 miles from my house! He could join the Backyardigans, live completely free, be fed regularly and, of course, have a name.
I didn't.
The light turned green, and I continued home, leaving little Wobbles exactly where he belonged. But I've looked for him every day since. It made me wonder: How much do we miss simply because we're so focused on where we're going?
Psalm 104 reminds us just how many of God's works surround us and that the earth is full of His creatures. They're there whether we notice them or not.
And maybe that applies to more than groundhogs. We tend to care more once we've noticed. We can't encourage the person we never see. We can't help with the need we don't notice. We can't appreciate the little gifts God puts along our path when we're too busy staring at the destination. Sometimes we need to slow down—not necessarily our vehicle, but our attention.
Look around.
Notice people. Notice needs. Notice creation. Notice the little unexpected things God has placed along today's familiar road. You never know what you've been driving past. And apparently, sometimes it's a groundhog named Wobbles.
 
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hand of God

 For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.

— Isaiah 41:13 (NIV)
 
Have you ever looked at the sky and found shapes in the clouds? It might be a children's game, but I still do it. I love finding dragons and dinosaurs, whales and cars in the puffy white clouds. A few weeks ago, I happened to look out the window at work and noticed an unusual group of clouds. The first thing I saw was fingers—almost like an outstretched hand. And immediately I thought, the hand of God.
We tend to look for God's hand in the big stuff. The answered prayer. The miracle. The door that suddenly opens. The disaster we narrowly avoided. But most days don't look like that. Most days look like sitting at work, looking out a window, doing ordinary life. Yet His hand is still there.
Sometimes it's easy to see God's hand. Other times we're standing in the middle of something we don't understand. The prayer hasn't been answered. We don't know where the road is leading. We can't connect the dots. Maybe faith isn't always seeing God's hand. Sometimes faith is trusting the hand you're holding.
Not every situation will end the way we hoped. Not every prayer will be answered the way we expected. But God doesn't promise that we'll always understand what He's doing. He promises that we won't walk through it alone. And so often, when we finally get far enough down the road to look back, we can see things we couldn't see while we were living them.
Turns out, His hand was there all along.
 
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truth in advertising

In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.
- Matthew 5:16 (NIV)
 
When smartphones first came out, my kids would ask me about games, and I was very clear: “I don't play games on my phone.”
Apparently, I meant "yet". I currently have somewhere around 51 games downloaded on my phone. In my defense, some of them are games my granddaughter plays. Some are relaxing games that help me wind down. Others are puzzles and word games that I tell myself are keeping my aging brain active. But almost every one of them has something in common:
Ads.
And then there's social media.
The ads there seem to know exactly what might catch my attention. I've successfully broken my Temu addiction. I'm trying very hard not to buy more clothes. But somehow “Pete's Pasta” convinced me that I needed to try their no-carb pasta. Then there are ads promising to tell me my feminine archetype. At 57, I'm pretty confident I can dress myself—but I admit I did ask my good friend ChatGPT about it. There are products I've never heard of, exercise programs I'm suddenly convinced I should try, watch bands, underwear, health products and things I didn't know existed five minutes ago that I am now wondering if I need.
That's what good advertising does, it gets our attention. It makes us curious, it shows us something and makes us think :maybe I want that.
And somewhere in all those advertisements, I started wondering, what if we advertised God?
Not with flashy commercials or catchy slogans. And certainly not by trying to “sell” Jesus as though following Him is another product promising to make our lives easier.
What if we were the advertisement?
Jesus tells us in Matthew 5 to let our light shine so that people see what we do and ultimately glorify our Father. In other words, people should be able to see evidence of God in the way we live.
What would that advertisement look like?
Maybe it's peace in a situation where everyone expects panic. Maybe it's kindness toward someone who can't do anything for us in return. Or maybe it's forgiveness when holding a grudge would be easier, or generosity without needing recognition. Maybe it's sitting beside someone who's hurting when we don't have the words to fix anything or maybe it's admitting when we're wrong. Perhaps maybe it's joy that doesn't disappear simply because life gets difficult. And maybe someone watching begins to wonder what do they have that I don't?
That's when our lives have an opportunity to point toward Jesus. But here's where truth in advertising matters. Following Christ doesn't mean everything suddenly becomes easy. Christ followers still get sick. We still lose people we love. We still struggle. We still make mistakes. We still have days when our faith feels strong and days when we have questions.
We're not advertising a perfect life, we're showing people a faithful God in the middle of an imperfect one. And unlike the ads that promise something miraculous if we'll just click BUY NOW, Jesus isn't asking us to make exaggerated claims on His behalf. He's asking us to live differently because we know Him.
To love, to serve, to forgive, to give, to shine. And when someone notices the difference, we can tell them where the Light comes from.
So maybe the question isn't: “Would people buy in if we advertised God?”
Maybe it's: “When people look at my life, what am I advertising?”
I hope they see enough of Jesus in me to want to know Him for themselves.
No pop-up ad required.
 
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it doesn't fit anymore

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us
- Hebrews 12:1 (NIV)
 
Even though the weather hasn't exactly gotten the message that fall is coming, I took advantage of the long weekend to start pulling out my fall and winter clothes, which somehow turned into a complete closet cleanout. As I started going through things, I realized that a lot of my clothes simply don't fit anymore. After losing so much weight, that's certainly not a bad problem to have. But I'll admit, there were a few things that were hard to put in the donation pile. Some of my favorite cat shirts and sweaters had to go—including my beloved blouse with a cat version of Van Gogh's Starry Night. I love that blouse. But no matter how much I love it, I'm never going to be able to wear it again. So why am I carrying it into another season? And somewhere between the keep pile and the donation box, my closet started preaching.
Because maybe that's a question worth asking about more than clothes: What am I still carrying that doesn't belong in this season of my life? We go through our closets deciding what still fits and what doesn't. We pull things out, look at them, remember when we wore them, and decide whether they still have a place.
But we aren't always as willing to clean out the spiritual clutter. We keep carrying the horrible things a boss once said or did to us, we carry the lies that destroyed a friendship. We carry old disappointments, resentment, rejection, embarrassment and conversations that ended years ago but somehow keep replaying in our heads. Some of those things hurt deeply. Putting them down doesn't mean they weren't important. It doesn't mean what happened was okay. And it certainly doesn't mean we have to pretend we don't remember.
It simply means we don't have to keep carrying them.
Hebrews tells us to throw off everything that hinders us so we can run the race God has placed before us.
Maybe some things belonged to another season. Maybe they taught us something, maybe they changed us. Maybe there are even parts of that season we'll always remember. But that doesn't mean they still fit the life God is leading us into now.
There was nothing wrong with my Starry Night cat blouse. It just doesn't fit anymore. And maybe there's something you've been carrying that doesn't fit anymore either. An old hurt. Someone else's opinion of you. A mistake you've already asked God to forgive. A grudge you've gotten so accustomed to carrying that you've forgotten how heavy it is. A version of yourself that God has already helped you outgrow.
Maybe it's time to take it out, acknowledge what it meant, and finally say: I'm not carrying this into another season.
There is freedom in making room.
And just like that closet suddenly has space for the clothes that fit the person I am today, maybe our hearts need some empty space too—for what God is doing now and for whatever He has waiting in the season ahead.
 
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dinos and pink bows

The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.
- Zephaniah 3:17 (NIV)
 
At 57 years old, I never thought I would have an interest in dinosaurs, Spidey and His Amazing Friends, Paw Patrol or SuperKitties.
Then my world exploded with two absolutely adorable grandchildren. Suddenly, things I probably wouldn't have given a second thought became important. I find myself teaching a little girl to sew and doing crafty things simply because they make her happy. We watch cartoons on the big screen outside. I buy dresses for Grandpa-granddaughter dates. We're teaching both of them to ride dirt bikes and four-wheelers. There are swimming lessons and magnetic-tile garages to build. Dinosaurs get hauled around in toy trucks, and sometimes the day ends with a snuggly kiddo beside me watching something quiet while I attempt to convince him that going to sleep is actually a good idea.
Somewhere along the way, our world changed.
We still have all the adult things. There are jobs and bills and groceries and laundry and responsibilities. But now, when we're deciding what to do, there's another question:
Can we involve the grandkids?
And suddenly I'm interested in dinosaurs. Not because I've developed a lifelong fascination with the Tyrannosaurus rex.I care about dinosaurs because someone I love cares about dinosaurs. I care about pink bows and crafts and cartoons and little dirt bikes because the people I love light up when we're doing those things together.
And I think sometimes we underestimate how much God delights in us that way. We know God loves us. We say it all the time. But do we ever stop to think that God enjoys us?
Zephaniah tells us that God delights in His people and rejoices over them.
That's different from imagining a distant God who watches from heaven and occasionally intervenes when something is important enough to get His attention. He's our Father, and what matters to His children matters to Him.
That doesn't mean God gives us everything we want. And it doesn't mean every little desire we have is part of some enormous divine plan. It means relationship changes the importance of the conversation.
When my grandson tells me something about a dinosaur, I listen. The dinosaur isn't what makes the conversation important. He is. When my granddaughter wants to show me something she's made, I want to see it. The craft isn't precious to me because of what it's worth. She is.
Maybe we sometimes decide that something is too small to bring to God. Surely God has more important things to worry about. Of course there are enormous things happening in this world. But an infinite God doesn't have to ration His attention.
So tell Him. Tell Him what made you happy today, what you're worried about, about the thing you're excited about that nobody else seems to understand, about the disappointment that seems too insignificant to bother anyone with. Bring Him the big things, the little things, the dinosaurs and the pink bows.
Because sometimes what matters most isn't the thing we're talking about. It's the relationship between the One listening and the child doing the talking. And you are His child.
 
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welcome home

Consequently, you are no longer foreigners and strangers, but fellow citizens with God’s people and also members of his household
- Ephesians 2:19 (NIV)
 
There are two words that always catch my attention when I travel: “Welcome home.”
The funny thing is, I'm usually nowhere near my house when I hear them. I've heard “welcome home” at vacation resorts. I've heard it at campgrounds. I've heard it when arriving at CMA events and rallies. And every time, it makes me happy, because sometimes that campground in Oklahoma is home, sometimes the facility on Iron Mountain in Mena, Arkansas is home and there are even times when that vacation resort is home. Not because that's where my house is or because my belongings are there or that's the address on my driver's license.
It's home because I've been there before. I know the place. I know the people. There are memories there. There are people I'm excited to see—and people who are excited to see me. Somewhere along the way, those people stopped being strangers. They became family.
Maybe that's why I love the words Paul uses in Ephesians 2:19 so much, “Members of His household.”
Not visitors., not strangers standing awkwardly at the door, not guests who need to behave themselves because they're in somebody else's house. Family.
Think about the difference between being a guest in someone's house and being family. A guest waits to be invited in. A guest might wonder where they're supposed to sit. A guest asks before opening the refrigerator. A guest worries about overstaying their welcome. Family walks through the door and hears: “Welcome home.”
And God says that is who we are. Through Christ, we aren't outsiders trying to get close enough to God. We aren't visitors hoping He'll let us stay a little longer. We don't have to wonder whether there's room for us at the table.
We belong to His household. I think sometimes we forget that. We approach God like guests. We try to clean ourselves up before we come in. We worry that we've messed up too many times. We wonder whether we've been away too long. We look around at everyone else and think maybe they belong here more than we do.
But that's not what Scripture says. It says we are no longer strangers. We are His people. We are His family. We are home.
And maybe that's also why there are places on this earth that can feel like home even when our house is hundreds of miles away. God gives us glimpses of what belonging feels like through the people He puts around us.
Someday, we'll hear the greatest “Welcome home” of all. But until then, we don't have to stand outside wondering whether we belong. The door is open. There's a place for us. We're family.
Welcome home.
 
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labor day

Then, because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, He said to them, “Come with Me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.
- Mark 6:31 (NIV)
 
Labor Day has meant different things to me at different stages of my life. As a child, it was the last camping trip of the summer. We'd have one final weekend, then the camper would be cleaned out, packed up and parked until May. Summer was officially over. As a young adult with kids, Labor Day meant something completely different: three days! The kids didn't have school, we didn't have work, and everybody could sleep in. That extra Monday felt like a gift.
But somewhere along the way, something changed.
Now I see a three-day weekend and think, Look at everything I can get done! Clean out the closets. Sort clothes for donation. Drop them off. Do the laundry. Buy the groceries. Run the errands. Finish the spreadsheet. Take care of the things I've been putting off so everything is ready when I go back to work on Tuesday.
Apparently, I've gotten very good at the labor part of Labor Day.
And I don't think I'm alone.
We're very good at giving ourselves permission to rest only after we've earned it. After the laundry is finished. After the groceries are bought. After the donation pile is gone. After the spreadsheet is done. After everybody else is taken care of. Then I'll sit down.
Except there will always be one more thing.
That's what catches my attention about today's verse. Jesus' disciples were busy. People were coming and going. There were needs everywhere. Scripture even tells us they hadn't had time to eat.
And Jesus didn't say, “Finish taking care of everybody, and then you can rest.”
He said, “Come with Me… and get some rest.”
The work wasn't finished, the people hadn't stopped needing them. Jesus simply knew that His disciples needed rest too.
God didn't create rest because He ran out of things to do. Rest is part of the rhythm He established for us. And maybe that's something I need to remember on a holiday literally created to give us a break from our labor. Rest isn't laziness. It isn't wasted time. And it isn't a reward we receive when we've finally checked everything off the list. Because our value to God has never been measured by our productivity.
So today, enjoy your Labor Day. Have the cookout. Take the motorcycle ride. Sit on the porch. Take the nap. Spend time with the people you love. The laundry can wait. The garage can wait. That last thing on the list can probably wait too.Because there will always be one more thing.
But today, Jesus' invitation is still the same:
“Come with Me… and get some rest.”
 
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temporary storms

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.
- Isaiah 43:2 (NIV)
 
Memorial Day weekend in 2024 started like so many other three-day weekends—camping, lake time and family gatherings. The weather was beautiful, and everyone was enjoying the holiday. Then, in the early hours of Sunday morning, everything changed. A storm began brewing, and multiple tornadoes tore through Northwest Arkansas. People were caught completely off guard. Two of my kids were heading home after late shifts, driving through the storms while tornadoes were on the ground.
When the sun came up, we saw the devastation. Friends had lost homes and vehicles, and some had lost something much harder to replace—their sense of safety.
In the years since, communities have worked together to rebuild. Houses can be repaired. Trees can be replanted. Debris can be cleared. But for some people, the nightmares remain. So when we say the storm is temporary, we're not pretending storms don't hurt. We're not slapping “God is good” over someone's pain and expecting those words to magically make everything okay. We're remembering that we don't measure God's faithfulness by today's weather.
The storms in our lives won't always look like tornadoes. They may come as illness, grief, financial trouble, broken relationships, fear or uncertainty. Whatever your storm looks like, don't give up. The same God who was with you before the clouds gathered is with you in the middle of the storm—and He will still be there when the skies begin to clear.
The storm is temporary. God is not.
 
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hummingbirds

What is the price of two sparrows—one copper coin? But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.
- Matthew 10:29–31 (NLT)
 
Birds are really cool, and they're fun to watch. From the glorious bald eagles soaring across Northwest Arkansas's Beaver Lake, to the sparrows gathering at my father-in-law's feeders in Iowa, to the tiny hummingbirds that grace my own yard—God's creativity is everywhere.
Can you imagine something that weighs roughly as much as a penny migrating hundreds, even thousands, of miles? Hummingbirds show up at our feeders, hover like tiny helicopters, and argue with each other because apparently being adorable doesn't prevent you from being a jerk. Hummingbirds are incredibly territorial! Then, somehow, they know when it's time to leave and begin their migration.
And God designed that. The wings. The instincts. The migration. That ridiculous little metabolism. Every detail.
Sometimes we look at the enormity of God—the One who created galaxies—and wonder whether something happening in our tiny little life could possibly matter to Him. But the God who designed the hummingbird down to its tiniest detail didn't create us carelessly either. He knows the color of our eyes. He knows the thoughts running through our heads and the condition of our hearts. He knows our fears, our hurts, our hopes and the things we haven't told anyone else.
And still, He loves us.
If our mighty God sees and cares about the smallest creatures of His creation, you can be certain He sees you, too.
 
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