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I have been known to be forgetful. Lost keys, diaper bag, cell phone, phone numbers, names....when it comes to remembering, I like to blame the dog. That we don't have. I feel on top of my memory game when I send out a birthday card in the same month as the one celebrating. The birthday person should feel extra special if their card is within the same week. I think the Lord knew from the beginning of time that His people would be forgetful. Forgetful in the small things of taking out the trash on trash day, yes. But more importantly, that we would be forgetful in the big things.

Our forgetfulness can be a result of our distractions. I am most apt to forget where I put my keys when I am trying to get the groceries inside before they melt, while trying to get my 3 year old to go potty before having a big mess. When I am most forgetful, I am distracted by the busyness of now. The same can be said of my spiritual walk. I am most forgetful of the faithfulness of God when I am distracted by the weight of my circumstances now.

In Joshua 4 the Lord has the Israelite people take 12 stones from the Jordan River as they crossed the Jordan into the promised land. He tells them to make a memorial as a reminder..."When your children ask their fathers in times to come, 'What do these stones mean?' then you shall let your children know, Israel passed over this Jordan on dry ground. For the Lord your God dried up the waters of the Jordan for you until you passed over, as the Lord your God did with the Red Sea, which He dried up for us until we passed over, so that all the peoples of the earth may know that the hand of the Lord is mighty...(vs 21-24)" God has the Israelites set up these stone memorials seven times as the people came and received the promised Land (Joshua 4-24).

The stone memorials were to preserve a memory, to pause from the daily routine to remember. These stone memorials were a reminder for the current generation but also were for the next generations to know of. What type of spiritual "memorials" am I building in my life so that I can remember the faithfulness of the One who called me? Am I telling the next generation of those "memorials" where the Lord provided in power and greatness? As I pondered these questions I came up with just a few of my memorials:

- January 18, 1989 when I gave what little I knew about me to a God who knew me intimately and yet loved me enough to send His son Jesus for my salvation.
- A Sunday in 1989 when I publicly professed that I was a sinner saved by grace by being baptized before my church family.
- Super Summer 1997 when I decided that I wanted Jesus as not only my Savior from my sins, but the Lord over my earthly life.
- Windermere Youth Camp 2000 where He reminded me of His unfailing love.
- Corpus Christi Mission Trip 2003 when He opened my eyes to a world in need all around me and said "Go."
- September 5, 2005 when He graciously and generously provided me with the promised gift of my husband Zac.
- March 2008 when He called us to leave everything comfortable for greater Kingdom purpose in Houston, and yet proved faithful in His provision.
- September 10, 2009 and March 5, 2012 when He placed the responsibility of raising children who are the next generation.
- Every Sunday we take the Lord's Supper He reminds me of the cost of my sin and the grace and forgiveness that are given.

In a world that is distracted with the busyness of now, the Lord invites us to pause and remember. Remember the memorial stones where He proved Himself faithful, gracious, and full of power.


"Clomp, Clomp"...the sound of mercy.

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As a guy, I love hearing stories of glorious kingdoms, mighty kings, valiant knights, epic battles between good and evil, and happy endings. You mention King Arthur and his round table of Knights, and I’m all ears. Specifically, I enjoy studying how kings lived and ruled. Were they a good king or a bad king? Glance through your old history books and you can study up on those who ruled with grace and extended a hand to their people, and then you read those who took advantage of others. The Old Testament has records of this as well. Second Samuel 9 is a beautiful picture of grace and leading well.

It’s dinnertime and all the place settings are prepared. The food is ready and the guests have taken their seats. Yet there is one chair that remains empty, and it’s next to King David. Finally in the distance you hear “Clomp Clomp…Clomp Clomp…Clomp Clomp.”  Emerging around the corner is a humbled face, apologetic of his tardiness. This is Mephibosheth (say that 3 times!)– David’s guest and best friend’s son. Injured at a young age from being dropped by a nurse, Mephibosheth is crippled in both feet and needs crutches. His story goes way back - son of Prince Jonathan, grandson of King Saul, and adopted son of King David. He is a recipient of grace.

In those days once a new king was crowned, his first action was to kill all threats to his throne including family members of the former king. Mephibosheth, being a royal family member, had a target on his back…but not from David. David’s question, “Is there anyone still left in the house of Saul…” started off as one who may have a vendetta. It ended with “to whom I can show kindness for Jonathan’s sake?” Mephibosheth arrives expecting punishment or even death, but receives mercy and grace. He now has a permanent seat at David’s table (v.10).  He has been elevated from outcast to adopted son.

Though we may not have the physical impairment of Mephibosheth, we do have our own hindrances that cripple us. The great news is that we’ve been extended a hand from a Heavenly King. God has declared, “I will show kindness for my Son’s sake.” We have received mercy and grace not by anything we have done, but from what Jesus has done for us. God loves hearing the “Clomp Clomp…Clomp Clomp…Clomp Clomp” in the distance as we approach our empty chair right next to Him. It is in this chair that we have all we need – His love, His peace, and complete rest.



A New Season

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Growing up in the Midwest, both Zac and I were accustomed to a change in the air about every three months. The glorious changing of seasons. From the first snow, glimpses of green buds on the trees, to uncontrollable frizz due to humidity, to the first crisp morning where it seems all nature has been dusted in silver frost; seasons marked the time. Fall marked the sharpening of pencils, the smell of books, new beginnings, and the harvest of crops. Winter marked the holidays with homemade pies and endless laughter with family, being snowed inside for days, and gray skies. Spring meant new life as fields were planted in hopes of the harvest in fall. Summer marked rest. Season changes made me stop and appreciate the season I was walking out of and look toward the future season with hope.

In the natural world, seasons are used to mark time. In our walk with the Lord, seasons are used to invite you into spiritual growth. Seasons of heartache, hope, trials, peace, mourning, gladness, loss, plenty, busy and rest. These seasons though are not bound by time constraints.  Sometimes the season lasts in glimpses throughout your day. Others seem to only last for a few months. Yet others make you walk on and on, teaching you what true perseverance means. The Lord uses spiritual seasons for growth. 

We have personally walked through many different seasons.  Even now we are walking through a season. Just like as a kid I wanted summer to never end, some seasons I wish would last forever. Others draw me to my knees every day asking the Lord for His strength to see this season through.  In both types of seasons, the Lord was drawing me to Himself.  In the seasons of blessings, He draws me to Himself through thankfulness for His gracious overflow.  In the seasons of hardship, He draws me to Himself by reminding me of my desperate need for Him to carry me through the season. In every season, the Lord's goal is to make me more like His son Jesus.  At the end of every season, I pray I look less like me and look more like Christ.

I pray that as your season changes, you will stop and appreciate the season of growth you walked out of and look toward the future season with hope. I pray that you will allow the Lord to use the current season in your life to transform you into looking more like Him.

All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship

Words take from Hillsong's- Desert Song