Re:Mix- The Divine Love Story

I forget and then He reminds me…I needed this today- maybe you did too?

Strings Attached Ministries

I wrote this post several months ago and was recently rereading my posts looking for a good post to link to (In)Courage today. I had forgotten I had written this, ironically enough, to link to (In) Courage…and well it spoke volumes to me today.  I hope it will speak to you as well.

 

 

It is late. Or early (depending on your “half empty/half full” viewpoint. About 4 am.  I  have been lying awake for nearly an hour now…restless…and repentant.

I have been working this ministry for the last 7 months now…taking this God given message and kneading it like a piece of dough. What happens to dough when you work it over too much and don’t let it rise within the pan…yep, it gets all stale and hard and not at all appealing. Dear God, I am so sorry…

I am haunted this morning by a post I…

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Guest Post- What Your Heart Needs to Know (via Strings Attached Ministries)

I so needed to hear this again today. Maybe you do too?

Guest Post- What Your Heart Needs to Know Sometimes hearts get forgetful, distracted by the busy and the hard. So here's a little reminder… You're loved– high as the sky, deep as the ocean, wide as the world (Ps 103:11) You're created– made by God's hands, one-of-kind, soul-deep-beautiful (Gen 1:31) You're thought of– all day, every day, awake-asleep-and-in-between (Ps 139:18) And there's lots more where that came from because there's no end to the ways He loves you. About the Autho … Read More

via Strings Attached Ministries

Guest Post- The Women Who Say “Been There”

This post was written by a word sister from (In) Courage, Andrea Schmid.  She blogs about life, love and art over at The Organic Bird.

It’s late.

Even the fireflies have stopped blinking, the chiminea’s summer blaze is cooling and I’m grateful to be in this company.

19 hours of driving from Dallas has dropped me here at my aunt’s Virginia home. We’re tucked under old hickory trees and the laughter of women flutters into the dark.

And I’m sitting here wondering, when did we lose this?

This passing down of stories. These tears shed in some kind of unexpected holy moment. I feel appropriately unqualified to speak.

I just listen.

It’s the three of them. Sisters. My mother and aunts. It’s a couple cousins. We who have traveled countrywide to land back here on this Blue Ridge mountain deck.

The reasons that brought us here to this back street are different, but the things that bind us are the same.

Wounds that gave us bleeding hearts of compassion and mercy. We bare our souls to one another, and balm is spread thick and slow like honey. The oldest says the taboo and we laugh so hard, my own mother can barely catch her breath.

Somewhere along the way, life just got too busy.

Too self-important.

I know I am, too self-absorbed that is.

My days are spent working the system, from diapers to laundry to paying the bills, and a deep sense of “I’m alone” settles in as I drift off to sleep. The world feels too big. The tasks too daunting. I begin to wonder if the hardest things have been left for me to tackle.

Just me and myself.

Somewhere along my journey, I’ve allowed myself to believe that doing things with my own strength was impressive. That somehow, my knowledge was enough to push me onto the finish line.

Until I trip and skin my knees, and wonder why no one warned me about that very, obvious bump in the road.

But now I see them. Lucy giggles, now in her twilight years, she tells me how she sat in a tree, begging God to release her from her father’s pressure to be a nun. My cousin, who is now raising pre-teens, pulls down her shirt to reveal a fresh tattoo on her shoulder. We giggle with our unconventional commonality. One aunt marks her claim to blazing new trails. My mother remembers her college years, and then raising toddlers and road trips.

The loneliness echoes faintly, it’s tiny talons feel less strangling.

We tell stories because as women, and ultimately, as humans, we really just want to know that we’re not alone. There’s this thing deep within me that needs to know they know. That when I say, “I’m tired” or “I’m scared,” they’ll meet me with steady eyes. It’s their earned job after all.

They get to say, “Been there, done that.”

The matriarchs sweep in, lifting our weary arms to remind us what helpmates look like. What princesses and queens fought for. What dreamers still dream within our fragile hearts.

The laughter dies down, and we give a final nod as each one wraps her robe for goodnight.

The night is nearly silent until Lucy wraps an arm around me.

“Go to bed. It’s past your bedtime.”


National Day of Encouragement

Last week, the awesome ladies at (In)Courage sent me a pack of the BEST CARDS EVER and all they asked in return was for me to use one of these cards to encourage someone else and then post about it.  Well, I hope that the card I sent encouraged, it was my favorite of the pack, and when I saw it, I immediately thought of her.

“Not everyone can do what you can do.

Not everyone can handle things the way you can.

While you wonder sometimes if you’re doing ok…

the rest of us are just watching in

WONDER!”

I sent this card to my sister (I hope I don’t ruin any surprises)…when I saw it, I just thought of her and all the struggles that she and her new family are working to overcome.

But I see her. I see her brave face in the midst of difficult situations. I see her “mama bear” instinct fight for her new children. I see her tirelessly support her new husband. And I see her love….wow, do I see her love.  It’s awe-inspiring, really…

But it hasn’t been easy for her….in fact, it’s been hard…really hard…and I see that, too…And I sit in wonder at her calm under fire.

This card was perfect for her…I knew when I saw it who I would send it to.  I filled it full of words of wonder and praise and prayers and sent it away with the hope that for a moment she will see what I see.

Thank you (In)Courage for these beautiful cards!

Divine Love Story

I wrote this post several months ago and was recently rereading my posts looking for a good post to link to (In)Courage today. I had forgotten I had written this, ironically enough, to link to (In) Courage…and well it spoke volumes to me today.  I hope it will speak to you as well.

 

 

It is late. Or early (depending on your “half empty/half full” viewpoint. About 4 am.  I  have been lying awake for nearly an hour now…restless…and repentant.

I have been working this ministry for the last 7 months now…taking this God given message and kneading it like a piece of dough. What happens to dough when you work it over too much and don’t let it rise within the pan…yep, it gets all stale and hard and not at all appealing. Dear God, I am so sorry…

I am haunted this morning by a post I read at (In)Courage, a challenge of sorts, to write your divine love story.  When I first read it, I thought, “self, you should so do that!” and then I closed my email and when off about my business.  But I kept coming back to  it, and as I lay in bed tossing and turning and asking God to forgive me and give me strength to run this race called life, he whispers, ever so softly in the night, “I still love you.”

Extravagantly, He loves me. Even when I mess up. Even when I let the busyness of life take over and stand in the way of our communication. Even when I get so focussed on doing His work I forget to live His work. He cares for me and blesses me in more ways than I can even fathom, let alone recount. He holds me and comforts me, keeps me safe when I have run headlong into the path of the enemy, and He heals my hurts, my scars, my self-inflicted wounds.  He is my peace in the storm, my strength in the race, my light in the darkness. And even in my imperfect humanness and all my failed efforts to live life on His terms instead of mine, he STILL loves me. THAT, my friends is divine.

The most amazing thing about this love is that he only asks two simple things in return: that I love Him back and that I tell others. And I do both. Not nearly enough…not with extravagance that I should, but here, in the wee hours of the morning I making a new start. I am telling you.

His love is so perfect, and it isn’t just for me…it’s for you, too.  He’s already given it to you, you just have to accept the gift and invite Him in.  Will you?

If you would like to learn more about my journey with the Lord,  you can read My Testimony here.

Guest Post- What Your Heart Needs to Know

Sometimes hearts get forgetful,Heart photo by LIA C! (flickr)

distracted by the busy and the hard.

So here’s a little reminder…

You’re loved

high as the sky, deep as the ocean, wide as the world (Ps 103:11)

You’re created

made by God’s hands, one-of-kind, soul-deep-beautiful (Gen 1:31)

You’re thought of

all day, every day, awake-asleep-and-in-between (Ps 139:18)

And there’s lots more where that came from

because there’s no end to the ways He loves you.

About the Author

Holley Gerth, cofounder and editor of (in)courage, writer for DaySpring, freelancer, soon-to-be counselor, wife of Mark, lover of Jesus, friend to YOU. She writes wonderful words of inspiration and encouragement at her blog, Heart to Heart with Holley.

A Divine Love Story

It is late. Or early (depending on your “half empty/half full” viewpoint. About 4 am.  I  have been lying awake for nearly an hour now…restless…and repentant.

I have been working this ministry for the last 7 months now…taking this God given message and kneading it like a piece of dough. What happens to dough when you work it over too much and don’t let it rise within the pan…yep, it gets all stale and hard and not at all appealing. Dear God, I am so sorry…

I am haunted this morning by a post I read at (In)Courage, a challenge of sorts, to write your divine love story.  When I first read it, I thought, “self, you should so do that!” and then I closed my email and when off about my business.  But I kept coming back to  it, and as I lay in bed tossing and turning and asking God to forgive me and give me strength to run this race called life, he whispers, ever so softly in the night, “I still love you.”

Extravagantly, He loves me. Even when I mess up. Even when I let the busyness of life take over and stand in the way of our communication. Even when I get so focussed on doing His work I forget to live His work. He cares for me and blesses me in more ways than I can even fathom, let alone recount. He holds me and comforts me, keeps me safe when I have run headlong into the path of the enemy, and He heals my hurts, my scars, my self-inflicted wounds.  He is my peace in the storm, my strength in the race, my light in the darkness. And even in my imperfect humanness and all my failed efforts to live life on His terms instead of mine, he STILL loves me. THAT, my friends is divine.

The most amazing thing about this love is that he only asks two simple things in return: that I love Him back and that I tell others. And I do both. Not nearly enough…not with extravagance that I should, but here, in the wee hours of the morning I making a new start. I am telling you.

His love is so perfect, and it isn’t just for me…it’s for you, too.  He’s already given it to you, you just have to accept the gift and invite Him in.  Will you?

If you would like to learn more about my journey with the Lord,  you can read My Testimony here.

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