Faithful Comfort

“My eyes fail, looking for Your promise; I say, ‘When will You comfort me?’ ” -Psalm 119:82

The psalmist can’t see the outcome. Since God is outside of Time, the Creator of Time, He alone knows the future perfectly. The writer is honest before the Lord asking “when?” As Mediator, Jesus provides us access before the Throne of God to come to Him with our fears, impatience, and all the emotions in between. He will be faithful to wash the earthly grit from our eyes and sharpen our eternal perspective over time. He will do this for the psalmist as well. Why? Because God does not forsake His children. He paid a dear price to rescue us for Himself by permitting His Son Jesus to take our payment of sin. God is our Comfort. He teaches us that this world is not our Home (John 14:1-4). This isn’t all there is to life. Yet even as the world blazes on fire and nations rage, God is a constant companion to those who know and fear Him through Jesus Christ. How is this possible? By taking hold of the promises of God by faith. Faith is a precious jewel in the treasure trove of spiritual riches. For the last two thousand years believers have lived by faith. Before Jesus came in the flesh His people walked by faith too, like the psalmist, believing better things lie ahead when the Messiah would come (Hebrews 11:13-16;32-40). My knowledge may be limited but I can hold fast to the Omniscient Lord. People will disappoint and hurt us in this sin cursed world, but God Eternal never will. He has proved Himself faithful over and over. He is trustworthy. Trust in Him too and take courage while we wait on the Lord.

Grace upon grace,


Growing deeper: Psalm 42; 2 Corinthians 1:3-10; 2 Corinthians 4:8-18; Hebrews 12:1-3

‘Before the Throne of God’ by Sovereign Grace Music

Sovereign Presence

“My soul is consumed with longing for Your laws at all times.” -Psalm 119:20

As Christians we live in a world which is not as it should be. Even unbelievers recognize this, determined to create a utopian heaven on earth. Sin infects every person, even nature itself (Romans 8:19-23). Our only comfort, our only hope is God. He has revealed Himself through the Living Written Word. His fingerprints touch all of creation, masterfully crafting each sunset; forming the majestic elephant and all creeping things; designing every set of DNA for human life. Nothing is insignificant to our Master or escapes His eye. This is our wonderful blessing in beholding our God- all powerful, all loving, infinite and incomprehensible. Why would we want to worship anything less? 

The love of self often gains the throne of hearts, which is why the psalmist sees God’s laws, His revealed Presence, as essential for survival. Without them he is undone and life is truly meaningless. Yet God is faithful to draw near to those who seek Him (Isaiah 55:6-7). Let God’s ways and goodness consume you. Dwell in His mercy today.


Grace upon grace,



Grow deeper: Psalm 23

Further encouragement: His Eye Is on the Sparrow by Keith and Kristyn Getty

The Joy Word


Jesse has this Veggie Tales book about having a thankful heart. It even has a song to go along with it (yes, a song). A few months ago all he wanted to do was press that song button on the book over and over and over. He would ask for the “happy” book, signing “happy” and point to the bookshelf. As much as I dislike the squeaky, cartoon voices in the song, I can’t help but pay close attention to the words: “Because a thankful heart is a happy heart. I’m glad for what I have that’s an easy way to start…”. The Lord knows I need this reminder just as much as Jesse, probably more. In fact I’m sure of it. It dawned on me after hearing the “Happy” song for many, many nights in a row that this is where joy is born. Gratitude for our daily blessings creates a joyful space in our spirit. This joy expands the more we fix our eyes on His gifts to us.

Joy. It’s uncovered through the art of gratitude.


God has prepared us for this. We were made for joy with Him forevermore. We can start practicing to live in joy today. Maybe it’s hard for you also. I’m preaching to myself just as much as I want this for you too. This is about finding joy in the ordinary, everyday mundane and recovering lost beauty and a worshipful heart.

Gifts that you wouldn’t necessarily think as gifts can be. For me, Jesse’s disabilities are a kind of gift. He still carries a sense of wonder over the ordinary, because his learning of the outside world is just now emerging. I get to see the world through him with fresh eyes. His infectious laughter gets Jason and me every time. We just look at each other and grin thankful we get to be Jesse’s parents. The obstacles of not yet having more children have also been a gift of leaning close to the Lord, trusting Him even when I don’t understand.

Our sense of beauty, innocence and joy was stolen in the Garden of Eden from the very first sin. We need to remember what it looks like and claim His goodness again. I don’t want to live the one life I have with cynicism and joylessness. That is a wasted life.

If “the joy of the Lord is your strength” (Nehemiah 8:10 NIV) then we need to know what that means. While you scour the food crusted pots at the sink, while you dig in the dirt planting the tulip bulb to blossom come spring, while you rock your little one to sleep quietly humming a lullaby- joy is there. It’s in the cracks of life, springing up from the ground. It is not a naïve “Pollyanna” attitude, although that term (and movie) does get a bad wrap. It’s a knowing. It is recognizing the source of Life, the Giver of the gifts. Understanding how much we are loved immeasurably through the Greatest Sacrifice in the history of mankind? Let your Joy start there.

Grace upon grace,


Seasons of time

537003577   August is almost over and September will be here before we know it. What happened to summer? I blinked and it vanished with cooler temperatures, less humidity (hooray!), crisp air, fire red and burnt orange color in the trees, and of course, college football all right around the corner. Can you smell the apple cinnamon yet? I can because I have the autumn spice plug-in wafting through my house. Plus Kroger has the cinnamon infused broom decorative things right at the entrance to their store. Some people can’t stand the smell but I love it. And holy moly, why do stores have Halloween stuff out already? Oh well, bring on the pumpkin spice lattes because this girl is excited for fall! I do love the harvest season and look forward to it…but yet, even as I write that sentence I realize I am always rushing toward the “next big thing”.

My goal is usually just to make it through each day without ever really stopping to enjoy the day I’m in. I grew up watching all the beloved Disney movies, so whenever I get in that mindset (like I’m on a hamster wheel) of course I think of the song the mice sing in Cinderella:

Cinderelly, Cinderelly

Night and day it’s Cinderelly

Make the fire, fix the breakfast

Wash the dishes, do the moppin’

And the sweepin’ and the dustin’

They always keep her hoppin’


She go around in circles

Till she very, very dizzy

Still they holler

Keep-a-busy, Cinderelly!”

I hope you smile as you remember that scene but on some days I really do just scurry through the days, which turn into weeks, then seasons and eventually years. It’s like I think I can run a 100-yard dash pace for a marathon.

Yesterday my four year old, Jesse, climbed into my lap as we were outside enjoying the “mythical fall weather” as my husband jokingly calls it. My son let me hold him, and sing ‘Jesus loves me’, ‘My God is so great’, and ‘God is so good’, softly into his ear. The crazy part was he kept still for that long and seemed completely content just letting me cuddle close to him. In reality it was probably a total of five minutes but it felt a little longer as I allowed myself to slow down and breathe in this precious moment. It won’t always be like this, I remind myself. Cherish the time. I look down at him with his legs dangling off the chair and think, ‘Where in the world did the time go? Slow down, please!’

The cover of my journal reads, “An extraordinary life is made up of thousands of beautiful moments”. I don’t know who wrote it, but I love it. I want to try and enjoy the big and small moments because as a whole, it is my life. I hope to be more in the present even when the day is completely chaotic or feels like a “terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day”. Because when I start to make a habit of wishing away the days, at the end of my life there might be a whole lot of regret.

God gave us good gifts to enjoy. He tells His children to “taste and see that the Lord is good” (Psalm 34:8 NIV); He calls us to “be still, and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10 NIV). So often I get caught up in the busyness of life because I think it makes me important and my priorities get out of whack. Remember what Jesus said to Martha in Luke 10? I think Martha had the gift of hospitality but she let her to-do list distract her from enjoying the most important person in her home. I mean, goodness gracious, Jesus the Son of God was standing in the middle of her living room! And yet, she was more concerned about baking bread and making sure there was enough olive oil. I love how the Lord tenderly says her name not once, but twice before He gently corrects her. Jesus says, “you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her” (Luke 10:41-42 NIV). What was it that Mary chose? Jesus. She sat at His feet soaking in His every word, experiencing the love of Christ.

I know I need to not get caught up in the things that don’t really matter. We all have to live life which include car pools, diaper changing, meeting deadlines, cleaning the house, PTA, baseball practice, piano practice and cooking dinner, but if we let those things distract us from the one thing needed most then we’ve missed it. It is way too easy to allow my schedule to squeeze out time needed with my Heavenly Father. I want, no I need to feed my soul. Just like if I did not feed my physical body I would starve, so it is with my spirit. It has to be nourished and nurtured for growth.

So my goal today is to slow down. Enjoy the many blessings that come from the hand of God and take time to know Him. Busyness, distractions and forgetting to live in the present are tools of discontentment which take our eyes off of the the One who loves us more than anything. Ecclesiastes 3:1 says “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven” (NIV). So some seasons are busier than others, but what is needed most no matter what season of life I am in is fellowship with the Lover of my soul. I hope you are blessed today as you slow down a bit and recognize the good gifts from our Heavenly Father.

When the vanities of the world ensnare me,

let me not plunge into new guilt and ruin.

May I remember the dignity of my spiritual release,

never be too busy to attend to my soul,

never be so engrossed with time

that I neglect the things of eternity;

thus may I not only live, but grow towards thee.”

(‘A Christian’s Prayer’ The Valley of Vision, p. 108-9)

Grace upon grace,


Go deeper: Colossians 3:1-2; Psalm 118:24

Ordinary but Extraordinary

553241169I love summer. I didn’t always love it though. Here in the South, Alabama heat can get down right unbearable. I have always been a fair weather kind of girl, enjoying spring and fall best, but this summer is different. Jesse finished his first full year of school, so now I’m cherishing these moments at home more. The house is a little messier, but there are more afternoons to cuddle. I’m exhausted by the end of the day, but my heart is full of happy and funny moments.

These “lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer” can sometimes be way too long, but then I remember that the years are even shorter. In our house a typical summer day consists of something fun to do in the mornings, sleepy afternoons, and evenings either playing outside after the day finally cools down, or Jason and Jesse rough housing in the living room. I smile to myself, hearing their laughter as I put dinner away and wash the dishes in the kitchen. I lean over the counter responding to Jesse’s “Mom!” which means, “Look at me!” Jason has Jesse “flying” and I have to watch every single time. I don’t get tired of it. I actually want time to slow down and enjoy my two blessings as much as possible.

Our family has already gone to the beach this year, which was glorious. It was a needed break from everything. I call it my Zack Morris “time out” week where everything else stopped in our world back home. Most days around here since we have been home from the beach are wonderful, but also very ordinary. What I mean is, washing the dishes, laundry, diaper changing, cooking dinners, and making the bed day after day seems very monotonous and mundane. A week or two out of the year is a beach vacation, but most of life is not. Daily living is wiping runny noses, going to the grocery store, naptime, saying ‘no’ to cookies for breakfast, and cleaning the toilet. It is not glamorous, but it can be holy. It is holy work if the attitude of your heart reflects a willing servant like Jesus.

Jesus washed his disciples’ dirty, stinky feet, one of the lowliest jobs in His day. He did this right before He gave His life for them and us. Jesus’ act of feet washing was holy. It was worship. It was something that needed to be done and was performed each time a guest entered a home. It was ordinary. So what made His action any different? Jesus displayed humility, the life of the ultimate servant while on earth by putting others before Himself. He fed. He healed. He taught. He saved.

Philippians 2:5-11 showcases Christ’s humility and how we are to live accordingly. Philippians 2:5 simply states, “Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus” (NIV). I just love it. This is a high calling. The work we do each day can be used to worship the Lord. It is ordinary living with an extraordinary purpose. Sometimes I think, “I’m just a homemaker, a stay-at-home mom.” The world loves to tell us that this kind of job is throwing your life away. But God shows me the beauty and purpose of it all. My kingdom work for right now is raising a little one to know and love Jesus. Mothers in particular can have great influence on the spiritual lives of their children. Paul commends Timothy’s grandmother and mother, Lois and Eunice, for their faith, which they taught Timothy (2 Timothy 1:5). Susanna Wesley is known as the Mother of Methodism, because of the example she set for her children, in particular John and Charles Wesley who founded the Methodist church. It is said of Susanna that “…although she never preached a sermon or published a book or founded a church, (she) is known as the Mother of Methodism. Why? Because two of her sons, John Wesley and Charles Wesley, as children consciously or unconsciously will, applied the example and teachings and circumstances of their home life” (Susan Pellowe, Susanna Wesley Biography).

Most of us will never be “the next big thing” with our name in lights over Broadway, or a recognizable face as an athlete or on the silver screen. It is not about us anyway. If we stop pursuing a self-important mindset and embrace our common calling, I think we will be a lot more content. God has purposed you to live in the 21st century, in whatever town you call home, at whatever job you are employed in. An engineer, teacher, janitor, CEO, barista, homemaker, pastor, and doctor can all be used for God’s glory doing His work to bless His Kingdom. Paul alludes to this in speaking to the Athenians:

“From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live. God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us” (Acts 17:26-27).

Michael Horton wrote a book called ‘Ordinary’ which after I listened to it via Audible, I wanted to shout in agreement, ‘Yes!’ He argues that sometimes in the Church there is the notion that missionaries who dedicate their lives to serve in Africa are the Christian elite. Their work is definitely more visible than me making scrambled eggs this morning for my son. But what if the heart of the missionary is not humble, and there is some measure of self-glorification rather than glorifying our King? I say this hypothetically, and hopefully this is not the case at all. Most people will not see the work you or I do in the name of Jesus, and that is okay. God sees you. He knows your heart.

In the body of believers we all have different gifts and functions, so if the Lord calls you to serve in a remote 3rd world country, praise God! If He calls you to stay in the States that is wonderful too and by no means less significant. Your mission field is right where He has placed you. It is among your neighbors, co-workers, friends and family. 1 Corinthians 12:4-31 shows us that workers are needed everywhere with varying abilities, even if to the world, or perhaps yourself, your work seems pointless and mundane, it does not have to be. Horton writes, “Even our common callings in the world are not really our own, but they are God’s work of supplying others- including ourselves- with what the whole society needs. There is a lot of work to be done, but it is his work that he is doing through us in daily and mostly ordinary ways” (Ordinary).

I live a simple, fairly quiet, ordinary life, but it is not a wasted life. I desire to live it out everyday pursuing Christ as He pursues me, and allow the Spirit to be the overflow of my heart in words, thoughts, and actions. In the heart of Huntsville, I want to be Jesus’ hands and feet, washing the stinky feet. This is ordinary work with an extraordinary purpose.

Grace upon grace,