On Children and Pain
Tonight the conversation at my homegroup moved to children. It could've been because one of our couples is great with child...expecting very soon. The time is drawing near for baby number two...and the rest of us are witnesses to the changes that brings.
Or, it could have been that God turned the conversation that way, because there was something He wanted me to learn.
Having two children, at least having my two children, is hard work. There are many (perhaps too many) moments that I literally cry out loud for Jesus' help in the midst of painful and difficult situations. Just the other day I cried out to Him...standing on the edge of the cliff, no, hanging off the edge of the cliff by my fingernails almost falling into the land where I'm not the kind of mommy I want to be.
There are times that I seriously struggle with my two children. Just being honest. But I'm thankful for those two little ones and all of the other painful, challenging things that come my way in life because they keep me diving head-first to the Cross.


Perfect in Weakness
My life verse is from II Corinthians 12:9,
"But He said to me, My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect is weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me."
So what if I'm not perfect?
So what if I'm not perfect? So what if I make mistakes? So what if I don't always get it right? His strength is made perfect in my weakness.
So I'm going to boast in it. Guess what?
I'm NOT a perfect friend.
I'm NOT a perfect wife.
I'm NOT a perfect mother.
I'm NOT a perfect employee.
I'M NOT A PERFECT CHRISTIAN!
And I hope I stay that way. If it takes my humiliation, my pain, my weakness on display to make much of Christ...to allow Christ to be at His strongest for me, then here I am in all my glory. NOT PERFECT.
Weak.
Sinful.
Petty.
Stubborn.
Worried.
Jealous.
Scared.
Insecure.
And on and on till forever.
Come Lord Jesus. I'm on my knees. My prayer rug is already worn and there may soon be holes all the way through.
Be strong for me. Cause I'm diving head-first.
What drives you to the cross?















































