I still don’t really get it

I still don’t really get it

Do you ever wonder if your kids really get it? Like the heart behind giving. Or why the new kid in school needs a friend. We spend so much time sharing information and trying to steer them in the right direction, but how do we know when they really get it?

Other moms tell me we will know when they are grown. But sometimes we will get small glimpses of what has sunk into their heart, hopefully now.

Take the drawing above.

It was the artistry of my five-year-old son. This son doesn’t like when we read the Bible at night and doesn’t care to pray when invited. It seems as if he isn’t getting it.

However, it was his own idea one day to make this drawing for his Dad.

And as I gazed at this drawing hanging over my husband’s desk, I thought to myself, I think he gets it.

I noticed the dark clouds overhead, but the sun still shining above. It struck me that he drew a body upon the cross with two crosses on either side. And that man in the middle, well, he had a sad face. He was not happy. And it looks as if his hands are open and reaching up to heaven.

As I studied this drawing it awakened hope within my heart because I thought to myself, I think he is getting it.

Meanwhile while my five-year-old is getting it, it dawned on me that I still don’t really get it. This moment that is.

A moment where my savior was spat at. Bullied. Taunted. Abused.
A moment where he lugged a full timber upon his back that was gashed open from his whipping and torment.
A moment where nails were hammered through his very wrists and feet, piercing his skin and forced through his bone.
The moment where he drew in and exhaled his last breath. Giving up his spirit.

It was a moment in a story that my brain still can’t fully wrap around. A story that still has another chapter. Or two to be written.

I just still really don’t get it.

So this is my prayer as we head into Good Friday and I invite you to make it yours too.

I want to know Christ and experience the mighty power that raised him from the dead. I want to suffer with him, sharing in his death, so that one way or another I will experience the resurrection from the dead! Philippians 3:10-11 NLT

I want to know Christ. Experience his power. Father, help me suffer with Jesus and feel his death. So that I might experience his resurrected life in mine. Daddy, help me really get it.

That’s my prayer.

Praying you have a powerful and worshipful Easter weekend.

Blessings to you and your family, Erin

4 Boosts for our Bible Time

4 Boosts for our Bible Time

A ticker tape of thoughts scroll across my mind as I think about times I have attempted to study the Bible and meet with God. Thoughts like…

What?? Whose that? I’m so confused. Is this really supposed to change me? I got up early for that? I must have done something wrong, God seems so distant. You name it I have probably thought it. Asked it. Experienced it. Many seasons in God’s Word have been overwhelmingly divine and others just plain dry.

I am not sure where you find yourself right now but this 2-part devotional will hopefully re-envision us for encountering God in a new way. And on a whole new level.

You ready? I am.

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The Key to Willing our Want

The Key to Willing our Want

Where do we turn when our “want to” doesn’t match “His will”? I am not going to beat around the bush because we have a full and forging scene to behold.

Matthew 26

36 Then Jesus went with his disciples to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to them, “Sit here while I go over there and pray.” 37 He took Peter and the two sons of Zebedee along with him, and he began to be sorrowful and troubled.38 Then he said to them, “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with me.”

39 Going a little farther, he fell with his face to the ground and prayed“My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will.”

40 Then he returned to his disciples and found them sleeping. “Couldn’t you men keep watch with me for one hour?” he asked Peter. 41 “Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

42 He went away a second time and prayed, My Father, if it is not possible for this cup to be taken away unless I drink it, may your will be done.”

43 When he came back, he again found them sleeping, because their eyes were heavy. 44 So he left them and went away once more and prayed the third time, saying the same thing.

45 Then he returned to the disciples and said to them, “Are you still sleeping and resting? Look, the hour has come, and the Son of Man is delivered into the hands of sinners. 46 Rise! Let us go! Here comes my betrayer!”

Not sure if you caught that but 3 times Jesus prayed that God would accomplish His will some other way than his sacrifice. Please don’t hear me minimize the heart, life, and sacrifice of Christ. But to some small degree, this might mimic  our “want to” not matching “his will”.

So what was going thru his mind and how did he resolve to follow the will of the Father despite his flesh wanting something else?Continue reading

4 Ways to Win in our Wilderness

4 Ways to Win in our Wilderness

As I leaned back on the couch in my counselor’s office, I posed a question. The question originated out of the circumstances of the last four days. Personally, my heart bottomed out when a extremely high water bill disclosed we had some leaks. But that paled in comparison, to the overwhelmingly scary situations some dear friends found themselves in.

My question to him was, “When circumstances for me or loved ones are overwhelming, how can I lean into their pain but learn not to turn to food for an escape afterward.”

Though he seemed a bit uneasy learning I was a pastor’s wife, in his wise counsel he kept coming back to this word “trust”.

As he was talking I was thinking he was really meaning “faith” but just not willing to say it. However, as I was processing the conversation with the Lord, I sensed his Spirit say, “No, I mean trust.”

And like a lightbulb switching on, I realized his answer connected to our question for today.

How do we win in our wilderness?Continue reading

5 Ways Satan Works in our Wilderness

5 Ways Satan Works in our Wilderness

All within moments of each other. Thing 3 spued in the mini. Thing 4 had a diaper explosion. Thing 1 needed immediate assistance with mounds of make-up work. And Thing 2, well, in the distant hopes to keep him healthy, a full scrub-the-deck initiative had begun.

As I hauled the 5th laundry basket down the stairs, it dawned on me that something else might be going on and I literally began to laugh. You see I was about to leave to go share God’s Word with a group of women going on their leadership team retreat. The very next day.

Sometimes we can laugh, when we sense that Satan might be coming against us, but other times all we can do is cry. Continue reading