Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts

Thursday, October 2, 2014

The Fog Is Lifting

The last three months have been a bit foggy. Jobs were lost and sleep disappeared. We've been stumbling along, hands out in front attempting not to bump into anything, slightly disoriented in the haze of our sleep-deprived and over-stressed brains.

We've been down this road before. No jobs, no insurance and pregnant. It was a scary time, but it turned in to a beautiful, wonderful season of trust and growth. Because we trusted God, He grew us right out of our comfort zone and into dependence on Him and not this world.

I'll admit, it's still a bit scary. But because we've been down this road before, it makes it easier to trust God with the outcome. I know this time around the road has a different destination, but I trust the Driver 100%. I just threw the map out the window and have decided to enjoy the ride and any scenic stops we make along the way.

The fog seems to be lifting slightly, and we're starting to see a vague idea of what lies ahead.


That was a text conversation with Hubby this afternoon. This journey reminds me a lot of the first time I jumped off the 10 meter platform. I was scared and intimidated. My friends that had already jumped were watching and waiting for me to go. I didn't want to let them down. I didn't want to be a chicken. But I kept looking over the edge, and I was so overwhelmed with fear I was nearly paralyzed.

But in those moments at the top, I remembered I had climbed up there determined to jump off. My desire to jump was greater than the fear holding me captive at the top. Even though I was still scared, I gathered up the little bit of courage I did have and jumped.

This was my home on the 10 meter at the Woodlands Athletic Center
where I trained for 15 years.

It was terrifying and awesome all at once. And I wanted to do it again. I was hooked. When I got back to the top, the fear crept back into my brain, but the difference this time was I knew I would enjoy the free fall.

So this time, I'm choosing to enjoy the jump, the journey, the road ahead. Every time I have trusted God over believing the lie of fear, He has caught me. When I keep my eyes focused on Jesus, I don't sink below the waves of this world.

Thank You, Lord, for giving me the opportunity to take another leap of faith. Thank You for stretching me, growing me, encouraging me, and reminding me that You are bigger than any fear I face.  Thank You for telling me to join you on the water so I can focus on You instead of the storm.


Monday, September 15, 2014

An Enchanted Journey

This sign hangs above the front desk at the girls' preschool.
It's pretty much their life motto.
So it made me want to share with you a peek at
the enchanted journey they're on... together.






O
nce upon a time
, there were two little girls in a land called Texas.


They came from very different places, but their love was instantaneous.


Though they loved each other, some days they tried to hide and not let their feelings show.


But they soon realized that they were better when they put their heads together.


They came up with an idea, to take a giant step of toddlerkind...


...and set off on a journey together.


On their quest, they ventured into magical lands,


discovered new creatures,


seized castles,


and rescued their little Prince Charming.


Along the way, they realized they were stronger together, an unbeatable team.


They learned to wait out the storms of life,

 

lift each other up,


shelter each other from the rain,


take care of each other when they're sick,


and face the waves head on.


When they do life together, they can conquer mountains.


Some days they feel invincible, like they can fight crime


and fires.

 

They're just kool kats.


 Then there are days when they feel conflicted,

 

like they need a get-a-way car instead.


 The journey may not always be comfortable.

 

They will need someone they can trust to listen,


someone whose shoulder they can cry on,


someone who will pray for them at any time,



and someone they know will walk out this life right next to them.


They want to love on people of all sizes and stations in life,


and to give that love away


until their cups overflow.


 "Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another."
-1 John 4:11


"
May the God of endurance and encouragement grant you to live in such harmony with one another, in accord with Christ Jesus, that together you may with one voice glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore welcome one another as Christ has welcomed you, for the glory of God." -Romans 15:5-7

Saturday, August 16, 2014

3 Little Joys Shining In The Dark

This week has been R-O-U-G-H. On Tuesday I told my husband that I was already over the week. So of course, it only got progressively worse from that point on.

Nothing earth shattering happened, it was just a week filled with sickness, no sleep and lots and lots of toddler drama because of it all. It's now Saturday. The week is just about over but apparently no one told the dark cloud hanging over our house.

But...

Every cloud really does have a silver lining. Sometimes even a few beautiful bright spots. If you choose to see them and focus on them, they will bring you joy in the middle of the chaos. They are truly gifts from God as He is the light that breaks through the dark. I choose to see His light. Then the big, ugly, dark, scary cloud becomes just a distant shadow and eventually, just a fading memory. But His light not only brightens our dark days, it also guides our steps, lights our path and leads us full of hope into His unending joy.

Nothing about this week was life-altering, but it's hard to choose joy in a really hard place if you've never done it in your small, daily struggles. So, I'd love to share with you my joys in the midst of this dark week.


Joy #1 

In the middle of the sickness and no-sleep drama, Zoe up and decided she wanted to learn how to use the potty. 

Ya'll, I was NOT optimistic. All I could think about was the added stress, exhaustion, and of course, massive clean-up. 

But...

I couldn't have been more wrong. Zoe was ready, willing AND able. By the second day she didn't have a single accident and she's always willing to try. You all should celebrate with me because I'm down to just one kid in diapers!




Joy #2


We all think our kids are adorably awesome. And it's especially exciting when someone else thinks so, too. This week we were asked permission to use a cute video of the girls jumping in a crib together for a marketing piece. I will post the links and/or piece when it becomes available, but here is the the video they took a snipet from.







Joy #3

The biggest highlight of my week came from a complete stranger. Yesterday we had to make a run to the store to get another humidifier. Since we were exhausted and starving, we stopped to eat dinner on the way home. It was early, so hardly anyone was in the restaurant, and we had our own little corner.

As we were finishing up and I was spoon feeding Zadok some bananas, a lady stopped at our table on her way out. She said, "Hey ya'll." We all said, "Hi," and I turned back to feeding Zadok. Then she grabbed my attention. She looked at Eriek and said, "I just wanted to pay you a compliment, well, actually I wanted to pay your wife a compliment."

My head snapped around as I stared at her in confusion, wracking my brain as to what she could be talking about. I guess the kids were being good, maybe that was it. But they were also covered in ice cream. But a compliment? I must have had a very dumbfounded look on my face, spoon paused mid-air full of mushed banana dripping over the jar.

She smiled really big and said words the words I never saw coming, "A few minutes ago when you got up from the table, you kissed both your girls on their heads. It was just so loving and beautiful."

All I could do was blink.

I have been told my kids are cute. I have been told (once or twice) that they are well behaved. I have been told they are sweet, they are smart, they play well together. Which is all wonderful and I enjoy immensely. But never have I been complimented on how I loved my kids.

It was so profound and coming after a day of being stressed and frustrated at those very same kids. And here she stood, telling me that I loved my kids well. This woman's simple words left me baffled, and then began to refresh me and fill me with an unspeakable joy.

In the middle of hard, in the middle of stress, in the middle of a very dark week where I doubted myself, my patience, my endurance, my strength and my ability to parent, this stranger only saw my love.

Tears are still streaming down my cheeks right now. Small words from strangers can impact like a tidal wave. Thank you lady. You made my dark day radiant. I hope I can pass it forward.



What joys have you experienced during your dark days?


Thursday, August 14, 2014

I Can See Clearly Now

I've written several blog posts in my head over the last week but with a busy schedule, sick kids, potty training and hardly a lick of sleep, well, they never made it out of my head. A couple may be lost, trapped up there forever. One may have fallen out of my ear as I attempted to get 20 minutes of consecutive sleep last night.

But amidst the chaos and exhaustion that feels like a lead weight dragging me to the bottom of the pool, I started to see a little more clearly.

As we began to tumble deeper into our pit of toddler and baby fatigue, news seemed to be crashing in from every direction about pandemonium breaking out around the world. From the most recent Gaza War, the massacres in Iraq, the upheaval of Ferguson, Mo., the loss of our favorite actor that made us laugh in these dark times, to so many friends who seem to be battling one thing or another right now.

It can be overwhelming, depressing, terrifying. But in the thick of all of this, we have to make a choice.

We can choose to block it out, pretend it doesn't exist, move on with our day before we get upset.

Or...

We can choose to take action. If you don't know how to go about making a difference, start with some of these simple yet effective ideas:

  •  Pray. And pray. And pray some more.

On Sunday evening several of us gathered at church to pray together over the situation in Iraq because it was heavy on our hearts.  There is something powerful, encouraging, enlightening and moving when everyone takes turns praying out loud in a group of people. 

 "For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.” -Matthew 18:20

My sweet friend, Danielle, made an agenda for our prayer time so we could be wise and intentional in how we prayed. It was very helpful for me to direct and focus my prayers outside of the group as well. I want to share it with you in hopes that it will help you, too. Reformat it for the appropriate people or issue that is heavy on your heart. Invite other people to join you.

  1. Worship, thanksgiving, and asking for God's will
    "Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven." -Matthew 6:10

  2. Prayer for the persecuted church and others afflicted
    "Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted." -Matthew 5:4

  3. Prayer for the ISIS- justice, conviction and conversions
    "Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you" -Matthew 5:44

  4. Prayer for the response of the church worldwide
    "In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven." -Matthew 5:16

  5. Prayer for the preparedness of His people for the times ahead
    "but in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect" -1 Peter 3:15

As I started writing this blog, I opened another window on my computer to search for something and found shear JOY! I stumbled upon this article: "Joy in U.S. at News That Yazidi Plight Is Easing"

This is so excited because this is a specific group I have praying for as my heart was burdened for the people stranded on the mountains. But supplies have been received and protectors have been escorting THOUSANDS of refugees to safety! Praise God that He hears and answers our prayers! There is still much to pray for and the battle will be long, but it is encouraging to see prayers being directly answered. It gives me hope and faith that other prayers we lift up will be answered as well, even if we don't see it in a news article.

I have been up for the better part of every night this week. But as tired as it's made me, it's also provided me time and perspective. As I pray worried mommy prayers over my little ones in the darkness of night, my thoughts quickly turn to those with little ones that have had to flee in a moment's notice. As I worry about my kids not getting a full night's rest, I pray for the moms whose laps are their child's pillow and whose arms are their child's only shelter.

I think about how desperate and scared I would feel in their shoes. And I realize that is exactly how we should pray for them, as if we are in their very shoes.

Monday, May 12, 2014

The Beauty In My Fall

This week I read so many great articles from different perspectives about Mother's Day. Some reminded me about those that will be hurting today. Some had sweet kid moments that made me cry. Some prompted me to pray for Zoe's biological mom. Some inspired me to reach out to others before myself on this day. One in particular humbled me.

I'm competitive (I bet you never would've guessed). It's not always about being better than someone else though. For me it's usually about doing a thing the absolute very best it can possibly be done. I work hard at everything I attempt. I like working hard. I like it when I can see results from my work. That's fulfilling to me. That's pride.

But this has a hidden danger in it. I often work myself to the bone- all blood, sweat and tears style- to try and see these "fulfilling results" and to feel accomplished. Sometimes I succeed. And sometimes I fall.  Flat.  On.  My.  Face.  Then insecurity comes rushing in to squelch the day, quickly followed by a feeling of complete and utter failure. And I go from putting in my 110% to wanting to give up and quit, or just bang my head against the wall. (I'm kind of an all-or-nothing type personality.)

This being my innate way of functioning, I approached motherhood in the same manner. But there are a few reasons this doesn't work AT ALL:

  • The job of mom is 24/7. You can't be at 110% for 24/7. I tried. I made it maybe the first 36 hours.
  • You can't give up or quit. The kids are still there. They are still staring or crying at you, waiting.
  • You likely won't see results until you pay off your 30 year mortgage.
  • When you fall flat on your face, you will get stepped on, jumped on, climbed on, pulled on, drooled on, spit on, pinched, poked, scratched........
  • The little people you are trying so hard to impress and get results from may not ever acknowledge your efforts.
  • The amount of time, energy, hard work and passion you put into your kids will not always be reflected back through their actions.
  • You can work amazingly hard at getting everyone all put together but your 2 year old will spill the morning's embarrassing secrets to the grocery store checkout clerk.
  • If you have more than one kid, you are outnumbered. There is crazy strength in numbers.
  • A 2 year old throwing a tantrum does more brain damage to a parent than nails down a chalkboard.
  • At some point, you can't hold their hand or tell them what to do any more. They have to do it on their own.
But I'm discovering the beauty in my fall from pride. I'm learning that it's okay to not have it all figured out. It's not the end of the world if I screw up; it's the beginning of God. If I could do it all perfectly on my own, I wouldn't call out to God. If I didn't call out to God, I would never know the power of His unending, merciful, loving grace. His grace that I can't earn but He just wants to give me because He. Is. Enough.

"So to keep me from becoming conceited because of the surpassing greatness of the revelations, a thorn was given me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to harass me, to keep me from becoming conceited. Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. 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 of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong."

- 2 Corinthians 12:7-10

Today I tried to make Mother's Day about more than me. I attempted to make it about others, but I failed again. My pride took over- inside I wanted to be acknowledged and pampered. My insecurity nearly drowned me, telling me I wasn't good enough because I didn't receive these things the way I wanted. I moped. I had my own little pity party. Then grace showed up.

Downloading my pictures from Zadok's baby dedication this morning, it hit hard. On my own I will continue to fail. I will always fall short because I'm human. But when I allow God to reign in my life, when I trust that He is enough, I'm showered in contentment and peace. 

 It's Arella's birthday so, yes, she was Cinderella at church today.


We dedicated Zadok this morning (as we did Zoe in 2013 & Arella in 2012), to commit before friends, family and God to raise our child up to love and follow Jesus. The big question we always ask is, "How in the world do I do that?"


"Be imitators of me, as I am of Christ."
-1 Corinthians 11:1

 Christ came to serve, not to be served. He said to love as He loved. 

"Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends." -John 15:13


When we begin to understand that depth of love He has for us, when we begin to learn how to accept that kind of love from Him, it should overflow to others around us, including our kids.

So how do we raise up our kids to love and follow Jesus? WE imitate Jesus. Kids learn from example, right? So...

We love. Jesus said to love God with all our heart, soul and mind. And to love others, even our enemies. (Matthew 22:37-39 & Matthew 5:43-47)

We read His Word. Jesus taught the scriptures and fulfilled them. (Luke 22:37)

We pray. Jesus prayed often and even told us how to pray. (Matthew 6:5-15)

We discipline. The Lord disciplines the one He loves. (Hebrews 12:6)

We offer grace. By grace we have been saved. (Ephesians 2:8-9)

We have new mercies every morning. His steadfast love never ceases. (Lamentations 3:22-23)

We love them right in the middle of desperate places. While we were still His enemies, God sent His Son to pay our ransom. (John 3:16-17)


 
Pastors prayed over the families dedicating children.


As we imitate Christ, contentment comes while pride and insecurity are washed away.


A messy, beautiful, chaotic, miraculous, unexhangeable and irreplaceable gift. - See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/2014/05/how-not-to-be-disappointed-this-mothers-day/#sthash.wWHNYMrF.dpuf
A messy, beautiful, chaotic, miraculous, unexhangeable and irreplaceable gift. - See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/2014/05/how-not-to-be-disappointed-this-mothers-day/#sthash.wWHNYMrF.dpuf
A messy, beautiful, chaotic, miraculous, unexhangeable and irreplaceable gift. - See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/2014/05/how-not-to-be-disappointed-this-mothers-day/#sthash.wWHNYMrF.dpuf
A messy, beautiful, chaotic, miraculous, unexhangeable and irreplaceable gift. - See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/2014/05/how-not-to-be-disappointed-this-mothers-day/#sthash.wWHNYMrF.dpuf
A messy, beautiful, chaotic, miraculous, unexhangeable and irreplaceable gift. - See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/2014/05/how-not-to-be-disappointed-this-mothers-day/#sthash.wWHNYMrF.dpuf
A messy, beautiful, chaotic, miraculous, unexhangeable and irreplaceable gift. - See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/2014/05/how-not-to-be-disappointed-this-mothers-day/#sthash.LmQgg0go.dpuf

Thursday, May 1, 2014

"When Sparkly, Safe Faith Is No Longer Enough"

Back in November at a ladies' retreat, my friend, Danielle, introduced me to her friend, Kristen, as we all sat down for lunch on the last day. Kristen seemed friendly and was soft spoken. We all talked a bit about the weekend, then Danielle mentioned Kristen started Mercy House. My fork stopped halfway to my mouth. I'd heard about this Mercy House through the grapevine and at an adoption conference. I had looked it up on the internet and knew it was about helping single young moms in Kenya, but that's about all I knew. (It's actually a non-profit maternity home for homeless and impoverished women in Kenya.)

Being all head over heels for helping and serving orphans, I immediately asked the BIGGEST question possible. You know, the one that to answer fully would require MUCH more time than we had before the final session of the retreat began. But I just had to know, so out it came: "How did you start Mercy House?"

Her passion and desire to tell her story was greater than the clock. So she started talking fast and to the point from the beginning. By the time we got to the cheesecake, tears were falling all around the table.

We'd known each other all of 30 minutes, but I was already inspired, encouraged, and ready to embark on a crazy adventure. Seriously, my life was just impacted by her story, like God rammed me with a big rig to wake me from my stupor.

Following the retreat we kept in touch, and I've really enjoyed her blog, We Are THAT Family. So when Kristen announced she had written and was releasing a book, of course I jumped at the opportunity to snatch it up!


When I started reading Rhinestone Jesus, I thought I would just be getting the rest of the story, the details that maybe I missed in our hurried conversation back at the retreat. But as I kept reading, I was pulled into so. much. more.

As I poured through the pages, I felt like I was sitting with her at lunch again, hanging on every last word. Her heart oozes off the page, and I'm convicted, encouraged, inspired, and motivated. She shows us that a small "yes" from an ordinary person trusting an extraordinary God will, in fact, turn the world upside down.

She lays it all out there- infertility, broken marriage, the day she went to hell. It's raw and honest. It's you. It's me.

It's saying "yes" to God regardless of what He's asking- big or small. Kristen doesn't just tell us her story, she tells us how to live out His story. 

You will be challenged. You will be changed. You will desperately want to say "YES!" today, right now, even in the middle of the mess of life. 

Learn how to make your "yes" matter by ordering Rhinestone Jesus here. Even your very first little "yes" of ordering the book will be making a difference around the world, as part of the proceeds directly benefit The Mercy House.




#rhinestonejesus  #yesinmymess

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Simply Easter

The way holidays are celebrated in our culture is getting quite ridiculous. From the bombardment of advertising in everything we see and hear, to the pressure of measuring up to our Pinterest perfect friends, to our cultural obsession with excess and over-the-top E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. It's stressful. It's expensive. It's exhausting. And in the end, it's fruitless.

What if I told you that my holidays are easy, cheap, relaxing and fulfilling?

Let's go back to the basics. Here's the definition of a holiday: a day of festivity or recreation when no work is done. Is that what your holidays feel like?  While we're stressing out to make our Jesus holidays super-amazing-awesomer-than-has-ever-been-done-before, Jesus says this...
"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light." -Matthew 11:28-30

I like His style. So I'm following it. It's simple ya'll, strip it all down to the core- Jesus.

We see a holiday and apparently it's in our nature to add to it, make it bigger and better, always fighting to outdo ourselves and not be outdone by our neighbors.

But a fair warning:  when we begin to add anything to Jesus, well, is it still Jesus we're worshipping and celebrating?  Is He not fun enough? Cool enough?  Magical enough?

The Jesus of the Bible loves kids. He said we should all have the faith of little children. Now that's fun!
"But Jesus called them to him, saying, “Let the children come to me, and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God.  Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.” Luke 18:16-17
The Jesus of the Bible was a rebel.  He turned the social norm upside down, tossing tables, eating with sinners and fighting for the outcasts of society.  That's pretty cool.
"And Jesus entered the temple and drove out all who sold and bought in the temple, and he overturned the tables of the money-changers and the seats of those who sold pigeons." Matthew 21:12
And as he reclined at table in his house, many tax collectors and sinners were reclining with Jesus and his disciples, for there were many who followed him." Mark 2:15
 "And as they continued to ask him, he stood up and said to them, “Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her.”" John 8:7
The Jesus of the Bible performed miracle after miracle and defeated death. That's better than any magic trick! It's miraculous, and it's a gift to be celebrated.
 “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him." John 3:16-17
Perhaps the real issue we have, the reason we want to add so much to Jesus, is because we don't know Him as well as we should. He is enough. Just Jesus.

I'm not claiming to have it all figured out. I screw up every single day, usually hourly. But I've seen the change in my family and myself as we've simplified things and made much of Jesus. My girls are only two years old, but they know who Jesus is and love reading His stories. He is exciting to them. We get excited about Jesus, so our kids do, too. They learn from our example. So we have to ask ourselves: What is our example teaching them?

Our Easter was beautifully simple this year.

We woke up and untaped our oven to eat our resurrection cookies. They were super easy and quick to make. (Even this non-cook here had all the ingredients already in her pantry!) A very cool idea, but with the girls so young we just simplified it to taping the oven, then unsealing it in the morning and eating our empty tomb cookies. Here's the recipe and script that I found.

We got ready, and went to church.  Eriek and I served in the service following the one we attended, while my parents took the kids home for lunch and quality time.




After naps, we hunted eggs. Although Zoe loved finding them, she kept giving them to Arella, who gladly accepted the extras.








But when we opened the eggs, we used this great idea for resurrection eggs for toddlers.

In the first egg, place a bread crumb.  We used a Wheat Thin.
Jesus ate dinner with his friends.  Luke 22:14-15
In the second egg, place a cross (we just used stickers we had).
The next day Jesus died on the cross.  John 19:17-18
In the third egg, place a strip of cloth (we used a piece of tissue).
He was wrapped in cloth and placed in a tomb.  John 19:40
For the fourth egg, go outside and pick out the coolest rock you can find.
A stone was placed in front of the tomb.  Matthew 27:59-60

Leave the fifth egg empty.
Jesus’ friends came to the tomb and saw that the stone had been moved.
The tomb was empty!  Luke 24:1-3

Fill the sixth and final egg with a sweet treat (we used M&Ms).
Jesus is alive!  That’s the sweet surprise of Easter.  Matthew 28:5-6
Ya'll I spent less than $5, including the baskets I bought last year for $1 each.  It took 5 minutes to put together, well, once I got those plastic eggs opened. And the girls LOVED it and were excited to see and hear what was in the next egg. My mom threw one of our favorite crockpot recipes together, and we all had a fun, laid back, easy dinner enjoying each other.

Even two days later, Arella was pointing out Jesus' empty tomb in her Bibles, and Zoe drew a circle and told me happily it was a rock.  When I asked her if that was the rock rolled away from Jesus' tomb, she got very excited and said, "Yes it is!"
We don't have to dress up Jesus. He is ENOUGH.