His method is a man.
She said it over and again again. The words didn’t grab me until the fourth or fifth time she said them, but when they did, something unlocked inside of my soul. She was talking about why doesn’t God stop the bad things in the world? Why doesn’t He just reach down and stop the horrific things the are happening in our world everyday?
Because God’s method is a man. He wants to use us……
He let His son die so that He could come live and dwell in us and through that we can learn to love and be loved…but more importantly BE love to this world and bring heaven on earth. He wants to co-labor with us in claiming the victory that was paid for.
Walking through life, most of us are aware of a twinge, a thing of injustice that pulls on our hearts. It’s something that often annoys us about the injustice of the world or our society. Often we suppress it and yet it tugs at our souls like nothing else and sometimes even keeps us up at night. THAT ONE injustice we are frustrated that God doesn’t just stop it. The beautiful thing about God is He is totally and radically loves with giving us favor, and giving more, and building relationship with us through intimacy with Him. He longs to be invited into the deep dark places of our hearts, so He can love on us, heals us, wipe our tears and lights a fire in us that make us long to be that LOVE for the world.
What if some of the things that are still happening in this world are because God offered us an invitation to co-labor and bring justice but we said no….. because it was to scary, to dark, to big, to tiring…it would cost to much or it was impossible. What if you are not the first person He asked to do that ONE thing that just popped into your heart?
That place in our hearts that ache for the injustice of this nation, for other nations, or the injustice of abuse… where we almost become frustrated at God for “not doing anything”… for the sake of our annoyance subsiding. That place that is stirring inside of you… if you can pin point that, you have found a key that can unlock an incredible pathway toward His justice coming down. I think to often we think “I am just one little person.” We let out own self doubt defeat us before we even begin the journey. And so we sit at the beginning of our destiny pathway with a PB&J of immaturity sandwich and a grumpy attitude and get offended at God because He is “not doing anything”.
He is constantly inviting us on a journey to walk with Him and bring Heaven on earth and in the process restore thousands of peoples lives. When we sit in a huff, we are not only stopping our destiny but we are forgetting the miracles Gods wants to breath through us are not for us. They are for the beautiful persons we will meet tomorrow who has been crying out to Him for justice. And He wants to answer their prayer through you because He is in love with that person too.
I heard a song by Joshua Mills and during it He said “God, I want to be not only a container for you, but I want to be one that you flow in and flow through. I receive every miracle because there’s other that need the miracles that I am going to receive…. Because there are people who are waiting for a sign and wonder that you are going to do through me…come in the fullness of your glory in the revelation of it. I am looking unto you Jesus the author and the finisher of my faith.” (Joshua Mill’s song Open To The Wonders Click Here!)
If Jesus is stirring your heart it’s because you have the answer through Him. You have life and hoping oozing inside of you and its wants out. You can channel that passion outward and become a hosting place for Holy Spirit and He will life you up and let you soar, but the injustice that stirs you as you sit, will not be solves by sulking. It’s solved by a life completely yielded to his presence and His anointing. He let His son die so that You and Him could co labor Love. Radical Love shifts the climate of this world.
There are so many people who need to hear your story who need to see your story, who need a taste of the goodness He has lavished on you. There is an entire people group waiting for the love that He has fashion in your being. What stirs your heart? What injustice make your squirm? What’s you calling? He is inviting you to run recklessly towards Him and in the process bring His Love to this world.
Do what ever it takes to press through those walls in your heart and mind and get in His presence for Him to lead you. DO whatever it takes to constantly surrender and give up writing your own story. Hand the your book life story back to Him… It was always been His love story to write…
To listen to all of Heidi Baker’s message Click Here!
To listen to Joshua Mill’s song Open To The Wonders Click Here!
Bravery Amor- 3 months old- My niece.
I’ve started this blog post many times.
Each time I’ve written it out, maybe embarrassment or feelings of being adequate trying to express my heart, it’s gone unpublished. I am finally going to sit here and hash it out until it is done because it keeps coming up in my heart over and over again.
I sit many days, working, fishing throughout facebook posts as the day rushes on and over half of my news feed are gorgeous woman on a journey to become thinner, posting their work outs, meals, weight measurements…. weekly and sometimes daily.
I’ve gone back and forth in my mind shifting through my own struggles with this, trying to get a grasp on why this is so sensitive to me, why does this highlight to me?
For me, it begins with with a lie. A lie that most of us ladies have heard and are feeding. The one that says “We have to be thinner to be
beautiful, wanted and loved.” Recognize that one? I heard this beast when I first became a single mom. I fed it daily as I rushed off to the gym with the notion, “If I want a higher caliber of man, than I have to be skinner.”
Yup. I believed that.
I heard that and came into agreement with it. It sucked the life out of me and the interesting thing was as long as I was feeding that lie, I never lost any weight. I actually gained weight even though I was working out 5 days a week.
I never talk about weight. It’s actually my least favorite topic….. probably because I’ve watched the most beautiful woman I know obsess over their bodies to the point of becoming extremely unhealthy emotionally, physically and mentally. I’ve watched the obsession over food, clothes, hiding certain areas, degrading themselves even saying they hate their own bodies… out loud.
I’ve never been “the skinny girl” or the one who looked like a model. My two best friends growing up were so skinny and lovely. One was a model at age 12 and the other became later on in her life. I remember telling one of them that I was so happy because I knew one day SOMEONE would think I was beautiful. That was totally my hope and how my mind had been shaped… I believed my body made me less than beautiful but one day I would be skinny and lovely.
I’ve always had curves and those curves gave way to stretch marks after I delivered two incredible gifts from heaven into this world who were each 9.5 pounds. At 5’2 and 1/2 those little babes had no where to grow but out extending my little frame way past its norm.
Over the past 4 years an intense inner healing has taken places I’ve seen a huge shift begin, but I have not arrived and this is still something I struggle with. I daily repent (which mean turning the mind to Him) and look to the heart of the King who says I am lovely and beautiful regardless of my size. When His presence is the main priority, then I can workout as an act of worshiping Him instead of worshiping and idolizing my body. This is constant mind shift for me, a turning my heart back to Him, especially when just this week, 2 people asked me if I was pregnant…
*blink blink* *tumbleweed*
The answer is No.
I often think if someone where to come into my mental house what would they find was really being worshiped there? It is Him? Is it my own desire to be beautiful by the worlds standards… ehem…Skinner?
As God has been reconstructing my heart and healing the wounds that are there, the more I realize that this body is a temple. It’s one He has lavished with beauty for His own glory. My heart longs to honor Him not only with eating healthy vibrant food to nourish my physical body but with my own perspective of my body too. He lives and dwells here, in me… and I can honor Him with not only my perspective of it but my willingness to workout, and treat me, my body, with excellence. (That means bubbles baths too 😉
The lies of the world’s perspective are arrows. They come swiftly and want to rob us of this incredible gift God has given us as women: Our beauty. The enemy was once beautiful, and now he comes to steal, kill and destroy our perspective of who’s images we are made in: Gods. We have a role, to guard and protect our minds and hearts from the world’s (doctrine of demons) arrows that feed us lies about who we are. The truth is, you right now, with your curves and your stretch marks, with that one mole you aren’t a fan off or your super straight hair you’ve always wanted curly… ARE ravishing and if you are constantly eager to look to the King you will glow more and more radiant. (Psalms 35:4)
I want to encourage you to take a moment and really get real with Jesus about your body, why you are working out or not working out. Your relationship with food and health. This is such a soar spot for so many of us but please just know I have been there. I have used food in the past as a way to cope with not having control of my life, as a way to make myself feel better in rebellion to intimacy with Jesus. The more and more I dive into this topic the more and more He is revealing to me all of the areas He is wanting to heal because of His love for me… and just know I have not arrived. I and still in a constant day to day get real talk with Him, but one thing I know for sure…. He is so so so safe to open up to.
My personal journey has had a tons of ups and downs, emotionally break downs because there are still lies I have to recognize and go back to snuggling under the shadow if His wings. It’s so amazing that just a few seconds in His presence with His peace shifts my perspective right back to the Truth. When I am in His presence what I look like is the last thing on my mind.
You have incredible influence with media, with your life and people are watching, even when you don’t realize. Your journey has the power to point someone in His direction…Where is your journey pointing to?
IMAGE BY CANDICE WRIGHT
She didn’t dream of this when she was a little girl. At night, the house is finally quiet except for the occasional sheets shifting in the room near hers. More often than not, her face is buried in her hands, wondering how she is going to get through the next day.
She carries the load of two. In one hand, the house work, the bills, the laundry, working, the grocery lists, the car cleaning, more piles of laundry.; in the other, cuddles, the character leading, finger painting. It was never her dream to do it alone.
It wasn’t God’s either.
And yet, no matter the road that got her to this place, she is in need, of more things than she will probably ever verbalize to you. And, more often than not, if you offered to help her, she would probably cheerfully decline. Chances are, she had someone promise to help her for the rest of her life, who may have let her down. She’s lost the ability to learn to depend on the people around her.
It’s like she is in a secret club, but instead of matching jackets she has lists of days she doesn’t remember how she got through. List’s of things to do, the things to remember are more constant than the scurrying of little toes from one room to the other. She probably doesn’t remember the last time she had a shower with out it being interrupted.
She had no idea what she was getting into. The incredible blessings and the incredible challenges.
I often say I don’t know how single mother’s get through the day without Jesus. I really don’t. After almost 4 years of raising two children alone*, I think about the woman above more and more. And the more I think of her, the more I want to reach out to her… to come along side of her and just love on her. To do her laundry for her. To take her car to get cleaned. To bare her burden with her.
(*I co parent raising my children. I once had a man scold me for saying I was a single mother because of this. I think I smiled at him and…. then came home and cried.)
I use to judge single mother’s so harshly. I remember standing in church (YES, IN CHURCH) watching the single mothers and thinking. “She should have just made it work with the dad. She’s made this choice. It’s going to be hard for her because she made so many bad choices.” -like she deserves challenges because ….. she is a single mother.
Yup. That was totally in my heart.
Oh how wrong I was to think those things. Oh how God has had to humble me over and over again and rip that junk out.
AND now I am a single mother.
The single mother’s I have met all have had such different stories but their daily needs are the same. The same as families that have two people to wash the dishes, fold clothes, go to work, make breakfast in the morning. Sometimes their needs extend to more than just household duties. In most cases they are just barely scrapping by financially too, which add another level of added worry.
They have the same hopes for their kids as you do for yours, but they can’t even imagine sending them to ballet school let along splurging on something for themselves they want “just because.”
It is a blessing to serve my children… and there are moments, where I have to take a moment to sip a hot tea, take a deep breath, and say yes to resting in Jesus for strength. Let’s face it, we all have long hard days where we are tired.. and on those days for me…. there is only one person to cook dinner. There aren’t choices or rock paper scissor for who will get up for the little ones in the middle of the night. There is not a physical person to depend on.
This is on my heart because I believe we as a community are the answer to this. We have resources, time, love affection, words and incredible blessings that we… we can share.
I promise you, today, the single mom’s in your life, needs to be told that she is beautiful. No one has probably told her that in a long time. She needs to hear she is a GOOD MOTHER. EVERY DAY. That she is more than a peanut butter spreader and face wiper. That she is lovely. And the storms of her life does not define who she are.
She needs you. She needs me. She probably won’t reach out to you….. she won’t ask you to do her laundry, or buy her groceries. She won’t ask you to watch the kids when she is sick, or to get her a Starbucks because she hasn’t had one in a while. She will probably look pretty put together when you see her…but she probably hasn’t been able to do something for her self in a long time.
She won’t ask because, she has learned to do it all her self. She’s had to. We have made her this way. And it breaks my heart knowing that their are women right now completely overwhelmed, feeling like there is no answer. And to make it worse…. she more than likely needs more than just help with the dishes. She needs love. She needs groceries… but more than anything.. She needs hope. She needs Jesus. She needs Hope that God has good things planned for her. That she is not forgotten by the One who made her princess heart.
My hope is that if this note tugs on your heart…. that if someone pops into your mind while you read this… you take it as an invitation from Daddy God, to come beside that lovely one and help her carry her burdens. Get to know her story. Listen.
Listen to her.
Love her the way she needs to be loved. God has place her in your life for a reason. There may be more than one single moma you know. HECK have a girls chocolate party just to celebrate them. Offer to watch the kids so she can get her nails done, and pay for it. Be Jesus…….. to her… <3
She needs you to be Jesus to her.
Ask Him how to LOVE her well….
He has the answer. <3
Be radical love for one. It will change her life…
P.S. My encouragement to you as you close this browser is for you to make a choice to be LOVE for one. Come along side one…just one single mother and be the hands and feet of Jesus to her. He has called you to this, to be His love to the poor and the majority of single mothers int he US are under the poverty line despite working multiple jobs, and more hours than the typical two income family mother.
For more into read
This week in Poverty: US Single Mothers- “The Worst Off”
The myriad of my days are not so glamorous. Sometimes I feel like I am running a circus** production than a house hold. There a million balls to juggle, I am absolutely confident the only way I make it through is because Jesus is holding my hand. Literally.
**(And by circus, I mean days filled with dressing up as princesses and knights, Justin Bieber dance parties in the kitchen, and reading of Chronicles of Narnia INCLUDING all characters having a various blend of accents, ranging from Jamaican British to high pitched Australian. All of this while running a business in the cool of the night, climbing into white down pillows at the end of the day and saying, “Thank you Lord!” for the incredible gifts He has given to me. It is a full life filled with tons of imagination, skipping, and being scolded for singing Disney songs in public. Apparently this is embarrassing to my children… )
Its incredible how God has taught me the key to not being overwhelmed is not “doing more.” It’s resting more in Him. I am proud to say, the more time I just sit with Him gushing about the day, honoring Him and worshiping Him, the more productive I am. Time and time again He has shown this to me, and even during the busiest month I have had in a year, I praise Him because never did I feel overwhelmed. He has been training me in this, and even with the most pressure to complete projects this month and less time to get the work done that I need to, He has done it again. Worked through me, in time of rest and supernaturally pulled it all together…. AH He is so incredible. AND all the while keeping the conviction of my heart to keep the ones He has given me as my primary focus: My Belle, and Cowboy Kai. WHOA He is such a Good GOOD DADDY GOD!
Through all the ups and downs of every day, the smearing of humus on toast and the serving of two incredible leaders of this nation, who still need help buttoning shirts and finding their shoes, I am often confronted by the thoughts of Love. Not falling in Love, but to Love people. With thoughts of Loving people in life, with Love being a verb. Heidi Baker says “Love must look like something.” I feel like the rush of my home production gives me incredible times of great authentic, hand holding, baby rocking Love… and yet I feel a prompting to take this Love and thrust is outward towards anyone who crosses my path.
Mother Theresa said that the great plague of the western world is loneliness. I would be lying if I told you I haven’t felt the sting of this word. This is one word that comes with a million lies, and yet you have the answer for me, and for every person you meet.
Love. RAW. Real Love.
Love that has no agenda or no gain. Just a piece of your soul gifted to the person who is right next to you. And most often than not, Love looks like something different to each person you meet. Your goal, and my goal should be to discover what Love looks like to that person right here, right now, and say yes to being a radical for Love. Sometimes the most radical moments of Love only take 3 mins. Can you think of a moment when someone loved you so authentically that it changed your life? Do you realize you have that kind of influence, that in one moment, you can change someone’s perspective, there day or even their life? Love is so powerful. It only costs what you are willing to give.
That gets me excited.. giddy. Changing someones life?! WHAT! YIPPIE!
(I joke with one of my best girl friends, Alyssa, ((who brilliantly created this blog for me)) that I should have “It will change your life” tattooed on my arm. She said she would pay half.
I am still considering the font. And I found out they can’t tattoo in glitter which is disappointing)
Love is so powerful God calls Himself Love.
I long to be Love for this world. Through a hug, through a moment, through elevating people around me. Through telling people who they are through the eyes of Jesus. They are beautiful.
That they are truly loved. You have the answer…… BELOVE.
I feel like there are so many places in my heart that has forgotten how to dream. Like the victories of the world have bruised my ability to see beyond the glamor of a white picket fence and “a normal life.” The more I think about normal, I don’t want it. I was to be a radical for Jesus. The more think about houses and the American dream, the more I realize America has been lying to us, telling us what the dream is. But the truth is, the dreams that are in my heart should not be conjured up by America. They should be stirred up by the One who placed them there, all the while He is eagerly excited for me to realize them.
The fashion, the glitz and the glamor have no motivation for me. They materials and dissipate much like the fabrication they are built on. It seems irregular to me we are driven by the wealth this world tells us we should run after.
The truth is, materials will soon fade away and with all this chasing and running after, how often do we stop to think about people who’s values day by day rest in normal everyday needs like food or even clothes? How come America drives us toward us instead of towards others? It’s because the system of the world is not governed by God’s authority or values. Its a slippery muck that tells us many bold things about our lives and what they should look like. I believe it is by God’s grace financial blessings come. And with that, a stewardship of those blessings is truly valuable.
Dreams. Dreaming of the future. How often is that in my heart a dream that is lead by idealized notions that will never be obtained? This I feel this is relevant: That we pause, breath in quietly as a reflection from the Spirit takes a place. A place deep in our soul that cries our for a passion that has long since put inside of us. A seed planted by the ultimate Gardener who cares for us so much, He keeps track of our hairs on our heads.
So what if these dreams that He placed in us, aren’t for the poor? Can we still be an influence for the Gospel? I feel like the Bible is clear that we MUST care for the poor. And if we are to do so, we must be able to care for ourselves too. God promised Abraham he would be a blessing to others. We are of His seed. How can we be a blessing if we are not first blessed? Jesus said we would be clothed as the lillies of the field when we seek His kingdom first. When we seek His kingdom first, to serve for the sake of His Love the people God place into our hands and our hearts, we will be radically taken care off.
What if our dreams were birthed because His kingdom is inside of them. As a seed ready and willing to grow to it’s full potential. What if the dream to open a coffee shop was to further the kingdom? What if our dream isn’t for us but to bring the kingdom to the people around us? What if we stopped looking at our dream as self elevators but honor God for the place He has put them in our lives.
So what are these dreams and how do we find them? How do we allow them to surface and grow to what they are meant?I am still trying to navigate this. I feel like, the more I am captivated by His heart, by His face, by His presence dream will unearth like I have never seen before.
And yet as I sit here witting I remember one He placed in my heart long ago: to write a book, and have people actually read it. So as you read this page, as if torn out from the book I will one day write, you are making my dream come true.
As He speaks in the stillness of this moment, DREAM bigger means understanding that God is the ultimate dreamer, the ultimate visionary, that placed visions of things in your heart for His purpose…. run after them.