Sunday, October 18, 2015


Devos from mon
Every Sunday we take an usie and send it to our children around the world. This morning as usual I'm blessed with little ones next to me. Today I'm sending this out to all, sharing with you how amazing their moms are.

One drives with 3 kids farther than any other member to be with us. Every Sundays she is here before most. She is here every time the door is open. They will never doubt who their mom puts above all in her life.

The other works full-time raising her 3 girls alone. She may shoot me for saying this, but if you walk up to her door and listen you will hear so much laughing from sweet little voices as she rolls on the floor creating memories that will carry them through life.

Mom's I life you up in praise today for your godly examples. God please bless these two beautiful souls and their children.

In Jesus name
I thank you.

Sunday, October 04, 2015

Sunday Usies!

Our family has lived all around the world and we have worshiped in many different ways. My favorite is when we are together. As far back as I can remember we have taken up a whole pew. Trying to separate the problems and bookend the runners wasn’t easy, especially when your husband is the one in the pulpit and you have two arms to hold onto five kids.

            When my children were young and bible hour was becoming the newest craze. I held back on letting my children go. I’m not judging if you send yours, I just wanted them with me.

            I’ve heard all the arguments and I agree that children hearing a lesson on their level will teach them more about the word of God than an over their-head-lesson from a long winded preacher.

            What bible hour won’t and can’t give them is what worship looks like through godly parents. I wanted my children to grow up having watched me mirror to them my love for worship, my head bowed in prayer and how I hang onto every word, marking notes in my bible as it moved me. On top of all that they get to see their father’s tongue inspired by hours of study poured over the word.

            One by one as our children left home and our pew finally empty, I sit alone. I’m not complaining, and a lot of Sundays I have little blessing from around the church climb up in my arms. Then there’s the Sundays when we are with grandchildren, I feel like I’m in heaven.

            Something happened a couple years ago I have to share with you. Sunday Usies were launched.

            Having a large family and living around the world means we are never in the same place at once. We had our last child getting married and the opportunity to have all the children with their families all home at the same time. As the first overseas family arrived and we all set in the pew together we took a family photo and sent it out to the rest. We all know the next week more would be gathered and the photo would include more. Our excitement and anticipation was growing. We were more excited the closer the day came for us all to be worshiping together. This was how Sunday Usies began. (Hebrews 10:23-25)

            Now every Sunday no matter where we are we all snap a pic and post it right in worship. “Sunday Selfie or Usie” which ever name your choose. Knowing my children and grandchildren are in love with their heavenly father and see the importance of worshiping with the family of believers thrills my soul.

            Your family may not be as big or spread out as far as mine. You may have very little family at all. This new tradition is too good not to share with someone. Next time you are in worship take a selfie and bless someone. You will never sit alone in church again.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Stop talking

Devos from mom
September 26, 2015
I'm inexperienced in being told to stop talking. From the time I was little I've heard it in one way or another.
Shut up!
It’s time to go honey.
You interrupted me! 
Ok...I gotta let you go..... "hint hint"
And my favorite... well I could talk all day BUT
Like I said, "I been told to stop talking in many different ways. For someone to just say, "Stop Talking" was a new one for me. 
My baby sister and I have lived far away from each other for many years. To start with I’m 15 years older than her and I left home when she was only 3. I soon moved across the country while she was still young.
 After she grew up she lived on the East Coast while I lived on the West. Then I moved overseas and we never seemed to be home at the same time. A couple years ago with a newly empty nest my husband and I took a trip to Boston to visit her and her family.
We were there a whole week and all we did was talk. When we were in the car we talked. When we were shopping we talked. When she was at work we were right there with her and we talked.
One day we went to the mall and decided to get our nails done. Today as I write this I can’t even remember if anyone else came in or out while we were there because we were talking the whole time. I even forgot where we were or whether or not the content of our conversation should have been public knowledge or not. I guess I figured as fast as we talk most people don’t understand us anyway.
All of the sudden a broken English voice grew louder breaking its way into our conversation with a profound, “STOP TALKING”. Stop talking and you, “pointing at my sister” you come with me. We stopped, looked around the room, and quickly were drawn back to reality. We looked at the nail technician and the three of us started laughing. She said, “You talk later, she needs to come with me”. As my sister walked across the room we just kept on talking, but this time we had our eyes open to the world around us.
Until the nail tech had broken into our conversation we had forgotten where we were or that any one was around.  We were in another world.

How hard is it for God to get your attention? Are you so engaged in other things you miss his presents? STOP TALKING he’s calling you.
1 Kings 19:10 And the word of the Lord came to him: “What are you doing here, Elijah?”
10 He replied, “I have been very zealous for the Lord God Almighty. The Israelites have rejected your covenant, torn down your altars, and put your prophets to death with the sword. I am the only one left, and now they are trying to kill me too.”
1.      I have worked very hard for you and evil has destroyed everything good and is now ready to kill me. Elijah felt all alone in his word. Are you so busy doing everything you can to stay alive you forget to listen to him?

1 Kings 19:11 11 The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.”
Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.
Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”
2.   We are so caught up in the noise of our own self-help sometimes. Is God with his still small gentle whisper asking us to STOP TALKING?

1 Kings 19:14 14 He replied, “I have been very zealous for the Lord God Almighty. The Israelites have rejected your covenant, torn down your altars, and put your prophets to death with the sword. I am the only one left, and now they are trying to kill me too.”
3.   There we go again pouring it all out, At least were talking to him now. He is listening. Tell him your fears and concerns.

1 Kings 19:15 15 The Lord said to him, “Go back the way you came, and go to the Desert of Damascus. When you get there, anoint Hazael king over Aram. 16 Also, anoint Jehu son of Nimshi king over Israel, and anoint Elisha son of Shaphat from Abel Meholah to succeed you as prophet. 17 Jehu will put to death any who escape the sword of Hazael, and Elisha will put to death any who escape the sword of Jehu. 18 Yet I reserve seven thousand in Israel—all whose knees have not bowed down to Baal and whose mouths have not kissed him.”
4.     As a parent, wife, friend, co-worker or a daughter I feel I have to be in control of everything. As I’ve gotten older I’ve realized God has called me to appoint others to go out to fight as well. It’s not my place to be alone doing it all. It is my responsibility to stop talk, open my eyes and see what he has prepared around me. Make to list of people:
a.     Meditate on the people around me that are working. Those who are around you fighting the good fight.
b.     Who are you mentoring around you? Those who are ready to be called to battle.

When we all work together we have power in numbers and we can lay hands on those who are working to direct their efforts., These people may be the very ones called to more than we could ever do These people will do more for God and the furthering the Gospel than we ever imagined.

1 Kings 19:19-21 19 So Elijah went from there and found Elisha son of Shaphat. He was plowing with twelve yoke of oxen, and he himself was driving the twelfth pair. Elijah went up to him and threw his cloak around him. 20 Elisha then left his oxen and ran after Elijah. “Let me kiss my father and mother goodbye,” he said, “and then I will come with you.”
“Go back,” Elijah replied. “What have I done to you?”
21 So Elisha left him and went back. He took his yoke of oxen and slaughtered them. He burned the plowing equipment to cook the meat and gave it to the people, and they ate. Then he set out to follow Elijah and became his servant.

5.     Maybe you have been called. The cloak dropped on your shoulders. Get up stopping talking about what needs to be done and take action. As you read through this what things big or small have come to mind? Stop talking and Go!

Tuesday, September 08, 2015

Answer this important question:

What's your worldview?

Devotionals from Mom
By Tomya Peters

When I think of a worldview I have to first answer how big my world is in the first place?

Thirty years ago I was asked this question. I had just moved 1,100 miles away from my home where I had lived all my life.

I thought my world was pretty big and my view pretty broad.

I wanted my view to be what God wanted.

Matthew 28:18-20 18 Then Jesus came to them and said, “All power in heaven and on earth is given to me. 19 So go and make followers of all people in the world. Baptize them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. 20 Teach them to obey everything that I have told you. You can be sure that I will be with you always. I will continue with you until the end of the world.”

The last words Jesus said before he left this world were this:

Acts 1:8 But the Holy Spirit will come to you. Then you will receive power. You will be my witnesses” in Jerusalem, in all of Judea, in Samaria, and in every part of the world.

My worldview is the same as it has always been and just as simple. Live a life filled with the Holy Spirit and witness the life Christ lived bringing souls to the foot of the cross for healing, forgiveness and love.

The thing that changes every day is the size of that world.

My world is bigger than I can comprehend, it is growing daily the more I tune my sights to see with God’s eyes. My view is simple, but I fail to rise to my responsibility on a daily basses. My world view.... is easier said than done.

My world view is God’s love lived out. My worldview is YOU!

Wednesday, September 02, 2015



I can't seem to get away from it some days. From the time I get up till I go to bed I hear noise. Some days I feel balanced, confident with everything under control, so I don't hardly notice the noise. And on some of those quiet-less days I make it through with patience not letting it show. BUT OH BOY! There are days, I want to choke someone. Are y’ll with me on this? Well, some days I notice I get a little irritable maybe even cranky. I crave silence in my life. I need quiet stillness deep in my soul to thrive. Why does everyone keep talking to me? Why don’t they want to listen to the birds, the wind or the clock ticking in the next room? Do they just like hearing their own voice?

I have found I need…. no! I crave time to just listen to nothing. Don’t misunderstand who is speaking to you right now. I was told as a child I had “Verbal Diarrhea”, when filling out a camp application under “any ailments” they might need to know, by my mother. I’ve also been told by my family as were leaving the house of friends standing at the door, “Say good night Tomya”. All fun aside I know I like to talk…. a lot!, but if I were to never have silence in my life I would go crazy.

I think we talk too much.

Psalm 46:9-11 New International Version (NIV)
He makes wars cease
    to the ends of the earth.
He breaks the bow and shatters the spear;
    he burns the shields[a] with fire.
10 He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
    I will be exalted among the nations,
    I will be exalted in the earth.”
11 The Lord Almighty is with us;
    the God of Jacob is our fortress.

So I’m gonna shut up!

Just for this week challenge yourself to 10mins every day to be still. Just be still and know that He is God! Will he bring peace for you as he brought to the sons of Korah who wrote this Psalm? He was a descendant of Esau, and we know the conflict he and his brother struggled with. (Genesis 25-35) Be still and trust God to guide, lead and persuade through your silence.


Thursday, July 30, 2015

Attention all parents....Are you going about this all wrong?

I asked my readers yesterday a question. There was one big problem, my question went out to those who were looking back on life. The remonessing group of parents. Not the more urgent group of readers. So today, I ask you parents a question. What about you, what do you want to see at the end of razing your children? Not your goals now in parenting, but the end result. Share with me the picture that comes to mine. Maybe it’s a feeling you hope you live out your days with, a peace that sweeps over you. Some of you I bet are the checks and balance kind of people. Educated, debt free, and maybe they even have a room built on just for you as payback in your last years. I'm sure all this is just a dream for some of you. How many children do you even see yourself with. I’ll shut up now and let you create in words, what this world of children grown, house empty would look like. What do you see?

Just some fun in becoming a parent:

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Tell me about your Children leaving Home

Becoming a parent happens around the world several times a minute. Some people prepare for years others remain in denial years after their child's birth. I could spend years sharing my heart on the subject,  but today I want to look at the point where my passion and life's work became all I could think about. Things, I think if done differently could change the world for God's glory.
About fifteen years ago something changed in our home. Instead of adding to the number of boddies in the house we started subtracting. We all handle this time a bit differently. My husband questioned himself, "Did I do enough"? Me, my writting took a turn that deepened a passion I had started a few years earlier.
Today I want you to look back over the years of your children flying the coop, shipping out, leaving the nest, or in Australia you might call it off on walk about. What ever phrase you use for your children packing up their things for the great unknowing I want to hear your stories.
This is something that happens to all of us parents around the world. We all pprepare and deal with this differently. It is even different from one child to the next. I have spent years writting my thoughts to the world, now I would like to hear yours. Please post your thoughts so we can all learn from each other how to work throught the many layers of parenting, that goes beyond the 20 plus years we think of as the child rearing time of life.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015


Devotionals from Mom
Psalms 119:105

       Most of you know all about navigational systems. What about the not so new versions? I’m talking about maps and charts. Remember those days? I once taped several maps together so my father, driving alone could navigate himself from Indiana to west Texas. It was a long twenty three hour drive straight through. I wanted to make it as easy as possible for him. Then there’s word of mouth which works best on short distances. I loved OKies and how they would through in a few "far-sees" to get you down the road a few miles before a turn or a second far-see. "A far-see is defined as this: Fix your eyes on a spot as far as you can see. Then drive until you get to that point. If you need to drive two far-sees then fix your eyes, drive to that point then do it again. For really old school technology you can use the sun to tell directions and when it’s not shining you can tell direction by the moss that grows on the north side of a tree, because it gets little sun throughout the year. 
       Today I want to talk about the latest, “Global Positing Satellites”. When we moved to Sydney, Australia a city of 5 million people it was busy city with malty lane, winding roads, that went on for miles. We didn’t want the fear of getting lost to keep us from our ministries so we purchase a GPS systems called TomTom. This became a joke with us because Craig was already use to his own personal TomyaTomya giving him directions. Our hope was this one would have fewer mistakes. One particular, night I wanted to go to a bible study some young ladies had invited me and my daughter to. Just as I had made the plans for our study, Craig made plans for the same time with the guys who were having a study on the other side of town. Quickly one of the men said they would pick Craig up so I could have the car. Thirty minutes before the study was to start, I got a hold of the girl whose house it was to be at. She gave me the address and what to bring as our part of the meal. I hurriedly threw it together, punched the address in on my brand new GPS as we speed off through the city. The first few turns were on roads I was familiar with. Several minutes later, and very dark at that point, I found myself on roads I had never been on before. I have a pretty good sense of direction, but I even felt like I had gone around in circles. There was lots of traffic so I couldn’t be concerned on whether TomTom was sending me the right way or not. I was gonna be happy to just get to stop the car at some point. Driving in stressful surroundings was wearing me out, and I didn't care where I ended up at as long as I could stop driving. Thirty minutes later, just as I was promised, I pulled right up to her house. Wow! What a machine. I know these devices aren’t perfect, but it did a pretty good job. 
       As I started my return trip home, I thought how I may not have even tried to go, at such a late start. Being in a new country I was concerned and worried about not offending anyone by being late or bothering then with several phone calls just to figure out how to get there. What if the food I chose to bring no one liked? The GPS made one thing clear, my direction. I had a chance to at least get there if nothing else worked out that night. I just wanted to do the right thing. 
       Maybe that’s why some of you don’t start a walk with Christ. You feel you’re too late. You worry you will mess up, or maybe you keep getting lost. You think it’s just too hard to make all those choices, and fight through the temptations. If one of these fits, you may just need your “GodGod” turned on, with the appropriate address typed in to navigate you. Connect the (Prayer line) and open the turn by turn view screen (Bible). As I travel to places I’ve been before I do better each time at getting there on my own.The more time listening
to God the more the directions will stick. The more my actions will become automatic. Remember this text, the original GPS.

Psalms 119: 105 Thy word is a lamp unto my feet.

I lived there for nearly 6 years, and the more and more I combed over the maps I could take off and enjoy the scenery with out my mind focused on every turn. God's word covered in prayer is the best navigational system around. It did get easier to get around, but I still made many wrong turns, I just didn't stress over it. I just got my TomTom back out and set my directions straight. You make the application.

Monday, June 22, 2015

A Memory written by our son to his father

       With every new grand child born I have written them a story. I one day will share with them in hopes to encourage them with God's purpose in their life. My next grand child isn't even born yet, and my thoughts haven't been formed. There's something about seeing them come into the world that provokes my heart to write. My son sent this wonderfully memory of his childhood to his dad for Father's Day. For sure this has begun to impress my thoughts. I'm going up next week to await their child's arrival. Enjoy this father's, ready for the incredible challenge of parenthood, as it began in his youth. Daniel you will be an awesome daddy.

To the Archer, from his Arrow.

Pop's Green Glass Shark
(and excerpt from "Archers and Arrows")

Have you ever done something that triggers a memory, like that flinch that many people get after a car crash, especially if they saw it coming. I had that problem for several months, at times even waking me up bracing for the impact. Not all memories are like that, some are pleasant, and some are not. They can be triggered by things like smells, faces, or objects. This morning I had such a memory that started with a cup holder that I had made as a kid. I made it during the craft time at Camp Red Oak Springs in the mid-90s. It had been in a "keep-safe" box for probably the last 2 decades or so...probably because my mum, in her great wisdom...and experience with me, didn't want me to break it just yet. As I looked at all of the broken shards of glass plastered in the shape of my name(all in orange) upon a glass tile...i dropped it on to the very coffee table I was planning to place it on. Thankfully it didn't break, but as I picked it up my mind raced as a memory as vivid as a dream rushed through my mind.  It reminded me of a green glass shark that my father had made when he was a kid. It had sat on my bedside for years growing up. Being a boy of an imagination too great and grand to contain, I wouldn't be able to number all the imaginable worlds created to cater to its nature(being glass). By giving it a reason that made it important that it was always stationary, always protected, I could make it do anything and yet still follow my parents rule for playing with a fragile item.  I can't count how many GI. Joes, Mighty Max's(the male version of Polly Pocket) and Lego men it ate...or things I hid in its mouth(like gum so that I could eat it again the next day). Of all of the memories I have of this shark, I remember best, the day it broke. The event started with cleaning my room so that I could go stay at a friend's house. I moved it to the edge to dust under it and lost my balance and fell off the top of our bunk bed…with it in my hands. My world slowed to a crawl as I realized the gravity and inevitable outcome of the situation before me...not a thought was of me falling, of my safety, of bracing for MY fall, no, my eyes, my mind, and my heart were all completely and only on the green glass shark...which was now slipping out of my hands. Life snapped back to real time and the shark shattered like a glass bulb on my dresser. All attempts to hold on to it only slammed it harder into the hard wood dresser. In hind sight, it may not have broken if I only tried to protect myself, and let it fall to the carpet, but if I had, I doubt I would have remembered any of this. To forget about this moment would have been an impossible thing for a young boy to do with something that he placed so much importance and value into. See, this wasn't just another random thing of your mum or dads that broke. No.  All the times I was told to be careful and gentle, the history of this green glass shark over the years had grown to mythical my head. This was my fathers. He had made it with his own hands long before I existed. It was part of his legacy....entrusted to me, to protect. So with great care and warning, I had for years been faithful, I had been successful with my father's work...and here I didn't just fail to protect it from one of my annoying sisters or careless, I destroyed it, I assured its annihilation with my carelessness. In that moment of poor judgment, I lost a point of connection with my dad. What was once a badge of pride to display on my bed to all who would see, was now a broken irreplaceable blinding beacon of my betrayal. My father had trusted me with something of great worth, of importance...because he Loved me, because he needed me, and trusted me. Now I lay on the ground frozen in shock, in fear, and in disappointment as I stared at the green glass shards all around me. I laid there for what seemed like an eternity, unmoving as the past and the future played through my head...and then I silently cried. After I caught my breath, and with my dripping tear filled eyes, tried to undo the effects of gravity. I didn't know what to do, or who to go to, to  get dad couldn't know...not until I fixed it. I knew I couldn't tell any of my siblings, there  was no reality where that wouldn't have ended in some form of blackmail, or an unfair trade in the Peters kids black market barter system, (an exchange system that could sometimes be described as Lord of the Flies-ish). After depleting my stockpile(and my brothers) of gum and tape trying desperately to fix the green glass shark, I crawled into my bed to submit to my new found fate. I was a failure, and soon everyone would know.  My mum (who must have felt the disturbance in the force...or the lack of my constant beat boxing and sound effects) found me curled up in my bed against the wall on the edge, practicing the art of become nothing. I don't think she noticed what I had done, though I know she couldn't have missed it, but I remember trying to get her to understand what I did and what it meant...but no, she simply and quietly found me, she got ME, not what I did. After a tear-filled hug we collected the glass shards. Before we could finish, my dad came home. The fear in my eyes must have been evident because she said it was ok and that she would tell him. As she walked out the door, I re-doubled my effort to become nothing, to be not WORTH it. Hiding from within my covers I peeked out with one eye to the door. I remember seeing his mustached face peek around the door and walk in. I knew I was going to get it, so I decided to abandon my current fruitless endeavor and take the moment before the beat down, to defend myself. I explained the un-fairness of gravity, and that if I didn't have to clean, then all of this wouldn't have happened. I then grounded myself and said I wouldn't go to my friend's house, that I'd do every chore in the world...then I moved to the "I'll make it right" phase. I had all these ideas to fix the problem...though apparently the chewed gum and scotch tape was not going to work. I am pretty sure my words all sounded like squealing gibberish mixed with gasps of breathing, in-between inaudible mumblings and sniffles, because he spoke as if he didn't get a word of what I was saying. His mouth opened, and mine shut, this was the end, that moment when any false hope you had is now swallowed in the darkness as he breathes in just enough to breathe out your fate. Then he said it...the last thing I would have ever thought he would have said. He said I was faithful, that I was worth it, that I was his true treasure. To be honest, I have no memory of what he actually said. I just remember how I felt. Loved, wanted, and his pride and joy. He broke my world in that moment. The idea of losing a connection, of failing, of complete loss was vaporized with a kiss, with an embrace, with words filled with love and a little humor sprinkled with sarcasm. I remember laughing as we threw the shards of green glass away...covered in every piece of gum and tape I could find. I have come to realize in hindsight that as special as the shark was, it was truly the very thing that was IN the way and keeping me from understanding my father's Love for me. Sure, I would have learned this lesson on one of the many other times I have "tested" my father's love, though to be honest I have relearned this lesson more than once and will many more times to come...well at least I hope I do. I don't mean that I hope to fail my dad on a regular basis, but that I continue to learn and remember truths like the one I learned that afternoon. Now a days, I know that my father isn't perfect, that he isn't the end all and be all of my life, but now I also know that there has never been a day that has gone by from the day I was born, that my father didn't love me UNCONDITIONALLY. More importantly, by his and my mums example,  I know of a Father that is the end all and be all, and he doesn't just love unconditionally, he loves Eternally. At the time of writing this draft, in only a few more days I will become a father. On that day, girl or boy, I will be proud and I will FALL IN LOVE in a way I could have only imagined before, but have seen every day of my life....

Thank you for your consistent and faithful echo.
Happy Father's Day Pop.

Tuesday, June 02, 2015

Dancing with my Daddy

Dancing with my Daddy
Devotional’s from Mom
Tomya Peters

      I have danced as a child, I've danced with my friends, and when children came along I enjoyed dancing with them. I've danced with my husband in Korea, Dubai, Mexico, Belize, Fiji, and Australia to name a few. I danced with him more times than I can count from within our very own living room, in the many homes we have shared together. I've also been blessed to dance with my grandchildren twirling them around and making them smile. As great and memorable as these  moments have been I think dancing with my daddy is the most incredible dance of all. We may be at a wedding, in our living room, or on the street in a busy city, but when there’s music you’ll see me dancing with my daddy. When we were little he would twirl us around in the living room. He always made us girls feel so special. I have been blessed to dance with my daddy at my sisters wedding and the weddings of three of our children. Now I wont claim to be a good dancer, but I love how it consumes every part of your heart, soul, mind and body.
        On one particular day we had just finished a time of celebration and honor for the life of my mother in-law. As we gathered across town to eat and spend more time sharing with family, some of us were found sitting outside in the cool of the afternoon. The children were running around with joyful sounds of laughter. They were demonstrating the blessed life we thank God for daily. Suddenly music began to play in a room above us. Before I knew it we were smiling and once again I was dancing in the arms of my daddy. 
New Zealand


         You might think it a bit inappropriate to be dancing at a funeral, well let's look at it from God's perspective. Look at these verses with me.
Jer. 31:4, 13
        I will build you up again
 and you will be rebuilt, O Virgin Israel.
 Again you will take up your tambourines.        
 and go out to dance with the joyful. 13          
 Then maidens will dance and be glad,              
 young men and old as well.
Psalms 30:11
       You turned my wailing into dancing; you          
 removed my sackcloth and clothed me            
 with joy,

      These two texts were about joy after hard times. God promised his disobedient people in the time of Jeremiah a time of healing. For David in the Psalm he was rejoicing over the life he was given from the Lord.

      In this life I've been blessed to dance in the arms of my daddy. The important thought to ponder is this; do we see our heavenly father in this light? In our lives he is always ready to dance with us. 

How about when you have pain? What about in time of loss? Joy.... peace..... or when you feel all alone..... ? Close your eyes and fall into his arms. Meditate on his loving words and there will be joy that lifts you to your feet in dance. I have been dancing with my daddy all my life and my heavenly father since I was ten years old.  I was so blessed to have a daddy to show me what the love of God looks like and take the time to dance with me. If you have had the opportunity to see God through the loving eyes of a godly father, bless those around you. Perhaps you know someone who struggles with a good father image. Next time you see a child of God in need, put on some music and give them a twirl. Share God’s love with them and dance.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015


     Breathe It In! When I got the text from around the world I was overwhelmed with emotion. It was as if I could feel their experience through these next five very simple words. My first thought was "just breathe it all in".

     Our children had just spent the last ten months in a flat tailspin. Can You Imagine ten Months Living out of  suitcases? Imagine sleeping in a different bed, different house, different state several times over, within that ten months. Imagine not knowing what the answers would be; concerning if, or when, you could go home. Imagine putting your dreams on hold and trusting God to create better ones. Trusting the unseen and unimaginable to be true. This was my though, my prayer wrapped up in one word, Breathe! Breathe the fresh fall New Zealand air, as you walk out of the most awaited plane arrive. Breathe in the passion God has prepared for you to imbark upon. Breathe in the power given to you by the Holy Spirit. Breath out the exhaust of the last ten month's of hard work and prayer to get there. Breathe.... Breathe .....Breathe. God used you every step of this journey , grew you through every experience, prepared you for this time. Now just breathe it in.

        Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we can ask or imagine. Eph. 3:20-21

        Breathe this in and live the long awaited work God has prepared for you before time began. Breathe! All this came to me after reading three simple words my son had texted me. "We made it!"

Saturday, February 28, 2015

KFC Bucket

          Sometimes in raising children you have to trust where they are, is where God has called them to be. When it came to being a mom I kind of liked being in control. Not because I like the power, but I truly believed I knew best for them at their young age. I also took the responsibility given to me from God very seriously. I think this is true of most parents. We plan for months, as we anticipate their arrival. As they grow and mature we teach them to, understand choices needed, contemplate actions made, have a conscience concerning consequences, reason through outcomes, produce decisions, and become the adults they so eagerly strive to become.  

      Every year in March our family would travel to Tulsa, OK., for a workshop where 20k people would move in and out like ants finding a good supply of spiritual nourishment before returning to their homes. This event was always a place of reviving and spiritual uplift for the whole family. Craig and I needed this after a year of church work, home schooling and outreach efforts as a family. Upon arrival we settle into our hotel, and set off with five children in tow. We had been so many times, our children know what their guidelines were. They knew where to meet up at different times of the day, where to go if they got lost, and all that was expected of them. The older they were, the more freedom they had. 

      One evening we were all to gather in the exquisite Pavilion, which our imaginative children fondly called, the castle. They knew where we had chosen as our area to sit, and there we all were waiting on one child. We were waiting on Daniel, the twelve year old middle child. I was trying not to worry and at the same time control my frustration as to his where-a-bouts. The other children were all in their places awaiting the hammer to fall when their brother finely showed up. Suddenly they spotted what looked like him all the way up in the nose-bleed-seats. Only he was wearing an ushers badge and passing around KFC buckets for the evening contribution. This helped fund the use of the facilities and putting this event together. I wanted to be mad, but how? I sat there amazed and proud with his ability and forwardness to be invited to serve with the this capacity. When he finely joined us I asked, How? Where? Who? He answered, I just followed the men and ask if I could help, by then I didn't have time to come tell you. I just figured you'd either see me, or I'd tell you when I got back. You know I'm big enough to not get lost and that I was around Christians somewhere.  He has always been this way. This made me think of a few years earlier when we were visiting a large church for a Christmas program. As always we close the doors on any church we attend; so as the crowd thinned I started counting heads. One, two, three, four,...... and there was one missing. Yep, it was Daniel I was missing. Suddenly I realized he was right there only a few feet away. He was running the vacuum. I asked him, “Where did you get that vacuum?” He said, "From that lady over there.” We then had to stay until he was finished. When we got to the car I asked him, “what made him think to ask to help?” He said, "I couldn't just stand there and watch a lady push that around, I just wanted to help".
      Since then he has continued being one of the greatest servants I know. This probably won’t surprise you but through his servant heart he has even been ask to work on staff at one of the Tulsa largest churches in our fellowship, teach a lesson from that same Pavilion, and land a great job in a huge company. Well, he only held a part-time employment at the church, the lesson was only in a side room for the youth, and in the company he starting at the bottom. But here else would you find a humble servant? He has never been one to bask in the line-light. He does know where he's going in life, and it has nothing to do with power and prestige. Its about serving God, his family and the world around him.
      Now he's raising his own beautiful child.  I'm sure I'll still think I know best for him and have some of the answers he's looking for to raise his children. I pray he always continues to hear God's calling to serve.

       We always guess that Jesus' parents probably through a big fit when he had gone off to talk with the teachers of the law in the temple. Maybe they understood this phrase better than us.

Luke 2:41 Every year Jesus’ parents went to Jerusalem for the Festival of the Passover.42 When he was twelve years old, they went up to the festival, according to the custom. 43 After the festival was over, while his parents were returning home, the boy Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem, but they were unaware of it.44 thinking he was in their company, they traveled on for a day. Then they began looking for him among their relatives and friends. 45 When they did not find him, they went back to Jerusalem to look for him. 46 After three days they found him in the temple courts, sitting among the teachers, listening to them and asking them questions. 47 Everyone who heard him was amazed at his understanding and his answers. 48 When his parents saw him, they were astonished. His mother said to him, “Son, why have you treated us like this? Your father and I have been anxiously searching for you.”
49 “Why were you searching for me?” he asked. “Didn’t you know I had to be in my Father’s house?” 50 But they did not understand what he was saying to them.
51 Then he went down to Nazareth with them and was obedient to them. But his mother treasured all these things in her heart. 52 And Jesus grew in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and man.

Sometimes in raising children you have to trust where they are, is where God has called them to be.

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