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Thursday, March 26, 2015

The Wait

As I sit down to share the thoughts, feelings & intents of my heart, I notice that my last blogging date was on this day clear back in October...five months to be exact. So many days...circumstances...memories... Life. Uncountable joys...hurts...victories... Time. Birthdays... Holidays... New life & loss just the same. Moments.

My hope & desire is to get caught up... I've missed this time to pour out... It's therapy for me. And it's an opportunity to put "stones" in place for MaKayla & Mal in future years. A place for them to look back & remember... God's goodness & faithfulness & purpose & promise & provision. Even in those moments when the fog was so thick we couldn't even begin to see or understand. And still is. Even in those situations where nothing made sense & the sorting out of it all seemed like an impossible task. And still does. Yet we pray & seek... We rest & wait... We stand firm on the Rock who is secure & unmovable.

But for this evening...

My Dearest MaKayla~

Tonight you are out celebrating...
Spending time...
Relishing...


You are with the one your heart loves.


For so many years you have waited & wondered & waited & prayed & waited & hoped & waited.

The day God jolted your heart & spoke ever so clearly that His plan was different than your own, you have been in "the wait". You traded career for servitude... You exchanged financial gain for simple living... You surrendered a life of independence for a forever of submission... You yielded a 'you life' for a 'He life'. And you have done the trading & exchanging & surrendering & yielding with grace & beauty. You have lived the wait with resolve & purpose & passion & intentionality.

As your momma, there have been times that I, too have wondered, & yes, I humbly admit that I've doubted & questioned as well. Yet in my days of doubt & questioning, you always reminded me, "I know what God has spoken. I am certain of what God has promised. I will wait & He will be faithful."

Sitting here on the couch tonight, I reflect back on days/years gone by & I am inexplicably grateful for how the One who loves you most instructed your pops & I in the raising & nurturing & training of your precious life. How step-by-step He showed us how to bring you up in His image & for His purpose. His desires for you rather than ours... His plans for you rather than the normalcy of society... His perfection for you rather than what culture expects. For the majority of the trek it's been a going against of the grain & so incredibly tough at times yet as we arrive at this place in time, the ridicule & mockery & insults & belittlement have been every bit worth the beauty & delight we now behold.

The signaling of an incoming text on my phone & the subsequent photo that followed (no different than all the others that you send me) filled my heart with joy. And once again made my heart thankful.


For this one that you deemed would never work & could vehemently profoundly list all the deal-breakers associated in a relationship with him... (yet you didn't stand a chance as so many who love you both were intently praying for God to align your hearts to/with one another... )

Has clearly stolen your heart. 


And your affections...


Over these past four weeks, we have witnessed the piece of you that was missing, be discovered & strategically put into place through the means & in a way that only God could accomplish.


We've watched you fall in love with this one whom you had closed your heart off to yet God divinely softened & opened so that He could fulfill His, before-the-beginning-of-time, plan.


We've seen you invest yourself fully into this "deepening of friendship" relationship only to discover that he's the one you long to live the remainder of your life with...


We've observed you giving your heart away...


Enjoying this season...


And having so much fun in the process.





The glimpses & peeks & gazes that we, as your parents, are blessed to take in, are so reminiscent of ourselves nearly 26 years ago...and we stand in awe of the goodness & faithfulness & workings of the great & mighty God that set these things in motion.


And as I reflect, I am humbled...

Humbled that I doubted...
And questioned...
And wondered...

Humbled of the uncertainty of my heart.

Yet God reminds me that many times when we doubt & question & wonder, it is then that we are most enthralled & intrigued & captivated through the might & majesty of His sovereign hand at work in our lives. It is then that we know it truly had nothing to do with us but everything to do with Him.

I am thankful.

Thankful that we can't take credit or applause...
Rather we can give Him glory...
And share the testimony of this promise that He spoke & fulfilled.  

He is so worthy of our praise.

So as I sit here this night, I am grateful that we encouraged you to not awaken love too soon...
That we challenged you to guard your heart...
And protect your purity (physical & emotional) at all cost.

For the sake of Christ...
Yourself...
And Dillon.


I am grateful that the One who loves you so much more than we, compelled us to raise you with all diligence according to His Word. And that He equipped us & strengthened us & guided us each & every step of the way. And that His grace resolved your heart to wait.

Thank you for listening to His voice...
Considering His counsel...
Obeying His instruction.

Thank you for being intentional & faithful in the wait.


Precious one, you are a treasure.
And we eagerly await in anticipation as to all that God has in store.

For always...
Forever...
A million Swedish fish plus more than you could ever begin to count...

xoxoxoxoxoxo~
Momma




...I have found the one my heart loves.
~Song of Solomon 3:4



Saturday, October 25, 2014

This Time, This Intimate Time...

Fall has arrived.


And it's such a beautiful season to absorb.


I sit back and watch the picture unfold...


And my heart is fulfilled...


And refreshed...


And saturated with contentment.


The One who loves me most has created this tapestry of beauty & I'm honored to behold it.


It's been a quiet morning around our home as Kyle is away at work & MaKayla & Mal are caring for a precious one-year-old before heading over to love on bullies & send one off to his/her new home. A busy day for the girls yet I am blessed for the blessing they are & for the ways they selflessly serve & love & nurture. The reality of that fills this momma's heart. ♥


I've invested the morning in doing laundry...
Capturing the majesty of the Creator...
And relishing in intimacy with Him.

An intimacy that completes...
And satisfies.

As I sat at the dining room table warming my hands on a steaming cup of coffee & thinking on this time, this intimate time...
My heart went back a few weeks ago.

Early morning shower.
Nothing unusual.

As the hot water washed over my body, I began my typical shower routine...
Cleansing my body...
Seeking cleansing for my soul.

And then requesting...
"Be with..."
"Help..."
"Meet...where they are..."
"Go before us..."
"Be provisional..."
"Extend favor..."
"Be close to..."

And then the Holy Spirit stopped me...

"To do... To do... To do... Thanks for the "To Do List" but what about...Me."

"What do You mean?"

"I mean, how about being with Me... Appreciating Me... Respecting Me... Revering Me... Valuing Me... You are so quick to throw a 'To Do List' at Me, but what about...Me? I am your doer... fixer... mender... At least that's the way it seems. I am present to do all those things & answer all those requests & fix all those issues & mend all that brokenness, yet you're demanding rather than asking... You're expectant without first respecting... And while we're at it, this is many times how you treat Kyle..."

My attention at this point is at full capacity.

"How would you feel, Mendi, if Kyle woke up, rolled over & said, 'Okay, this is your list for the day. I'm very specific in what I expect you to complete. Get to it. No, 'Good Morning...' No, 'I love you...' No, 'Thank you...' No, 'I am so grateful to be with you...' No, 'I believe in you...' No, 'You are my treasure & I'm glad you are mine...' Just, 'Here's your list...'"

A humbling reality yet I knew that what He was saying to me was truth...
It always is.
He can be nothing less.
Or speak anything short.

It was truth.

So many people, including myself, see God (or our spouse) as a "fixer" more than a friend...
A "saver" more than a Saviour...
A "doer" more than a Dwelling Place...
And a "mender" more than a precious, loving & faithful Master.

It's not that I don't see God (or Kyle) as my Friend or Saviour or Dwelling Place or Master, but do I sincerely, continually, intimately see those facets of Him first & foremost?

We talked about this a great deal in the Monday evening Bible study we are hosting here in our home. We call out to God out of necessity when we are in dire straights & want something but when all is going smooth, we run full throttle on emotion & adrenaline.

How do we feel when others treat us as such?

Used.
Conditioned.
Resentful.
Devalued.

In all fairness, I think we think that God (or our spouse) already knows we love Him & respect Him & revere Him & cherish Him...
And He does.

We take no time to be intimate...

But value comes through telling...
And Expressing.

Conveying...
And showing.

He longs to be told...
Just like we do.

He is God & we were made for His pleasure...
His joy.

He desires to be shown...
In the same manner as us.

I mean be honest, aren't you thankful & blessed when you not only know that someone loves you & appreciates you & honors you & respects you but then they take it a whole step further to tell you & show you & convey to you & express to you? It confirms what you know...

When they are intimately connected...

I believe God is the same.

Ever since that morning & that shower :), I've been mindful...


To appreciate before I ask.
To respect prior to requesting.
To honor ahead of wanting.

To articulate how much I love Him...
And how thankful I am that He chooses to be present in my life.

I no longer want to be a child of a loving God or a wife of an adoring husband or a mom of precious children who takes for granted that which I am to cherish & honor & appreciate & respect. Not because I have to or am expected to, but because I have the honor & privilege. ♥

I desire intimacy...
For their sake...
And mine.

The "resting" I spoke of in the last post has brought me to the reality of revelation.
In resting we are saved...
In quietness we find strength.

The Bible says it this way:


For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel,
“In returning and rest you shall be saved;
    in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.”
But you were unwilling... 
(ESV)


For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel: 
In returning [to Me] and resting [in Me] you shall be saved; 
in quietness and in [trusting] confidence shall be your strength. 
But you would not... 
(Amplified)

For thus saith the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel; 
In returning and rest shall ye be saved; 
in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength: 
and ye would not. 
(KJV)

This is what the Sovereign Lord, the Holy One of Israel, says:
“In repentance and rest is your salvation,
in quietness and trust is your strength,
but you would have none of it.
(NIV)

For in moments of intimacy we grow to know...
better than ever before.

So as I sat at that dining room table this morning, reflecting on this time, this intimate time, my thoughts reflected on the opportunity of quiet, intimate, alone moments... And how the moments between myself & my Jesus should mirror that of similar moments with Kyle... And how moments between myself & Kyle should mirror that of similar moments with my Jesus... For a covenant marriage is to be an example of that between Christ & ourselves.

♥ Naked...
♥ Unguarded...
♥ Bare...
♥ Crucifying control...
♥ Exposed...
♥ Vulnerable...
♥ Available...
♥ Unashamed...
♥ Willing...
♥ Relaxed...
♥ Quiet...
♥ Peaceful...
♥ Freeing...
♥ Unsuffocated...
♥ Open...
♥ Receptive...
♥ Up close...
♥ Personal...
♥ Noticing...
♥ Learning...

♥ Thankful...
♥ Appreciative...
♥ Cherished...
♥ Valued...

Taking deliberate time to be grateful...
And to purposefully express the reality of that to the One we love...
Without expecting anything in return.


In returning & rest we are saved...
In quietness & trust we are strengthened.


We have to be willing...
And intentional.


Thursday, October 9, 2014

From A Self-Sufficient Valley Into A Desolate Desert...

Happy October! :)
Long time no-write...
Long time no-share...
Long time no-time...

Life has been busy, crazy, full & dry...

To be honest, life has been tough.
No marriage trouble.
No rebellious daughters.
No major catastrophes.

Simply a parched season of drought...

A season of wonderings...
Questions...
And a degree of confusion.


Thoughts, convictions, perceptions that I've always seen as truth & deemed as "gospel" yet gradually came to question & evaluation. Or at least I finally acknowledged them for what they were... And although some may see this as a weakness of faith or a buckling of foundation, God has taught me so much through this season of searching & seeking. He's realigned so many things within me in order to more adequately align me with Him. In attitude. In spirit. I think for so long the ridicule & condemnation & criticism drove me to a mode of survival. To suppress feeling as a means of numbing the pain. Something so necessary in order to keep pressing forward. To keep living the Christ-life because, after-all, that is what was right & noble & integral. Because although others may see it & label it as legalistic, they expected nothing less.

The past year has brought many transitions for our family as it was a year ago September that we stepped away from a church, a "body", a ministry that we had given ourselves to & invested ourselves in for several years. It was a death... Literally. I'm not sure I have grieved more at any other time in my life than when we knew God was instructing us to step back, step down & step away...and we did.

"When one year came of not seeing you every Sunday, it made me sad.
But God is in control & my desire is for us to be where He wants us."
(From a precious kindred spirit...)

And after a month plus a few, we started visiting churches in order to find a new "home". Tough. Awkward. Difficult. Draining. To be honest, after such a quest, I'm not even sure what "church" is supposed to look like & at one point MaKayla & Mal finally said, "Do we have to try any more 'new' churches?". A hard reality for someone who has been a Christ-follower, church-attender, ministry-server for nearly 25 years. Someone who thought they knew what the essence of "church" was... Or at least the "idea" of it.

There's a big difference between an idea & a reality...

But what about doctrines?
Every church has a specific "set".

Or worship style?
Contemporary?
Traditional?
Or a service for each?
Every congregation is different.

How about preaching/teaching method?
Hell, fire & brimstone?
Verse by verse?
Topical?
They all vary.

What does the "congregation" 'look like'?
College age?
Young families?
Older?
One very rarely finds a place where there's a good mix of all.

And ministries?
Dress codes?
Outreaches?
Standards?

Some churches take communion every week...
Some once a month...
Some once a quarter...
Others not at all.

Or version of the Bible used/taught from?
King James only...
NIV...
ESV...
Too many to list the options.

And as a Christ-follower for years, I think to myself, "If all of this is a bit "muddy" to me, how does a non-believer or someone from the outside looking in decipher it all?" I can see why people are turned off & repulsed, left with a nasty taste of wanting nothing to do with any of it, yet for years I have pushed forward...


Until now.

Before you get the idea that I've washed my hands of it all & am advocating the building of one's own kingdom, please don't make that assumption or final determination.

I get it.
I know there is no perfect church.
I'm not in search for one.

I've had that "card" thrown my way more times than I can count...
And it wearied me.

Until now.

As well as the "warning" to not forsake the assembling together as some are in the manner of...
With a twist of condemnation to increase the pressure.
A twist that spread the frosting a little thicker & sickened my gut.

Until now.

And a reminder that we are an example.
To render that we are falling short...
A rendering that fostered & brewed guilt.

Until now.

Simply put, I am in search...
Of a church were God is the complete & absolute focus.
Not the worship (for all-too-often it is emotionally based).
Of a church where the Word is declared with authority & conviction & instruction.
Rather than historical facts, user-friendly "feel goods" or legalistic doctrines.
Of a church where the roots of wisdom run deep.
Instead of chasing after that which draws & attracts & entertains.
(God is sufficient & His Word should be enough to move us.)
Of a church where the fellowship is secondary to intimately meeting with God.
In place of the sanctuary being a weekly social function.
Of a church where intentional prayer & intercession is executed.
Where communion is a priority.
And when one enters they recognize the presence of the Holy Spirit...
And when they leave, they are certain that they have met with, been instructed of & dwelt with God.

Some would say this is implicating the perfect church & maybe so, yet each aspect is biblical in truth & in nature. Some would say it doesn't exist & maybe not, but it should.

Confusing...
Concerning...
Saddening...

About six weeks ago the Lord took my hand & led me from a self-sufficient valley into a desolate desert. It wasn't an instant arrival, yet so very gradual. So gradual to the point that I didn't even realize that my destination was changing until I was already there.

Dry...
Dusty...
Draining.

And before I knew it, I was mentally, spiritually, emotionally & physically dehydrated.
To the point of desperation.


Had God left me?
No way.

Was the Holy Spirit absent?
He was closer than ever.

Did Jesus desert me?
Absolutely not.

Never once did I feel abandoned...
Rather, I felt weak...
Needy...
Broken...
Thirsty...
Desperate.

I knew that I knew that I knew that God had me in this place of destitution for a deliberate reason & purpose & that He was right there with me. I wasn't looking to & fro in an attempt to find the quickest road out or the soonest flight of departure as I was resolved in the deepest part of my soul & spirit that in order to be rehydrated, I needed to linger, wait & listen. I didn't have my eyes open for a chicken exit & I wasn't begging God to get me out of this place.


On the contrary, my family was concerned...
MaKayla asked, "Are you depressed?"
Nope.

Kyle petitioned, "Are you oppressed?"
Don't think so.

I knew that where I found myself, was God ordained.

The hours turned to days...
The days turned to weeks...

Finally, Kyle knew through the words I spoke, the countenance of my spirit & the demeanor of my being how fragile of a state I was in & took a few days off of work to be near...
To support...
To encourage...
To pray...

For four days we went nowhere & did nothing.

We sipped coffee...
Went for walks...
Read the Word.

We shared our hearts...
Expressed our feelings...
And listened.

To each other.
And to God.

One day I simply pulled the curtains as far back as they could go, sat in our old brown rocker, wrapped myself in the quilt MaKayla stitched for Kyle, closed my eyes, soaked up the warmth of the sunshine & rested in God's faithfulness even in the midst of destitution.


That was the beginning.

As I sought & searched & studied...
And prayed & listened & processed...
God said to me, "First things first, Mendi. You've been so self-sufficient in surviving that you've lost sight of intimately acknowledging Me. You rush ahead to do the right thing & speak the proper words & make the integral choices but you've lost sight of Me... The things you are doing & the words you are speaking & the choices you are making are great, fine & good & all things I ask of you, yet you've lost sight of the Reason. I've brought you to this place in order to renew you. To remind you of Who I am & what I desire of you & for you. I've led you to this dry & dusty place as a way to rekindle a romance we once shared. To stir the knowing that I Am. I see your heart. I see your longings. I see your questions & your confusion. I am aware of your wonderings. Rest. Let loose of the quest to survive. Rest. Cease to do for vain persuasions. Rest. I Am & I Am all that matters. Release the rope of convincing those you feel you must prove & do & speak & make, simply for Me & for Me alone. Though the whole world watches, the only audience that matters is Me & if you are serving Me, even though they may condemn, My approval is all you should be striving for. Rest."

And I did...
And I have...
And I am.


Wednesday, August 27, 2014

And I Ask...


It's a cool, rain-soaked, thunderstormy kind of day here in our corner of the globe. Soothing. Relaxing. Comforting. Serene. :) My body has been planted in the same chair, in the same location, doing the same thing for the past few days & since I hadn't blogged in a bit, I decided to take a short "respite" and share some thoughts that are ever close at heart.


MaKayla (and Mal) has busily been caring for bullies quite frequently & Kyle loves anytime he can "frequent" the premise & spend time interacting with the puppies & momma's alike. Upon our return home from a "visit" last Thursday, our 2014-2015 school year curriculum was awaiting us. To say Mal was excited would be a vast understatement. :) Having it her way, we would have started classes the next day HOWEVER this mom needed time to plan & prepare. School has been at the forefront of my mind for several weeks now...praying...seeking...listening...evaluating... We are re-purposing a few things MaKayla previously used as well as stepping into a few new adventures suited specifically for Mal as well. :) No free time over the weekend so my focus this week has been praying, planning & preparing... As I read ideas & suggestions offered in the particular plan book I ordered, one mom commented that prior to a new year beginning, she spends an entire day ALONE at their local library. Quietness, concentration & focus. I told Kyle I couldn't even begin to imagine such a day... He & I agreed that it was necessary for me to take the time, invest the moments & deliberately hone in on the mapping out of our new year of nurturing, learning & study. In turn, I have been some what "absent" from life & this is what our dining room/school table has looked like...


Time consuming? Yes.
Mind boggling? At times.
Fulfilling? Absolutely.

I'm so thankful for Kyle's encouragement & insistence on me taking this time...
For my sake (and sanity)...
For Mal's sake (and success)...
For the sake of our family (and peace/harmony)...

I would humbly admit that God has used the past several days to put some things in clear perspective for me... (Back to school planning in a bit.)

You know, life can get mundane.
Boring.
Unfulfilling.

And in the mundanity, boredom & unfulfillment we quickly find ourselves discontent, ungrateful & lacking respect & value...for others & for ourselves. We don't see what we or others do as purposeful. We take for granted time spent & knowledge invested. We view what we invest multiple hours into as merely a "job" or a task. We expect rather than gratefully receive. We overlook rather than appreciate. We waste moments rather than see them as "opportunity".


Working through life together, and the ups and downs therein, Kyle & I have discussed this on multiple occasions. College simply wasn't his thing (he was too enthralled with a 16 year-old something of a girl ) and after a few months of attempting the classes & the every weekend commute (to see the 16 year-old something of a girl ), he forever laid college to rest. He put in applications & it wasn't long before he was offered a position at a local company/factory that was just being established in our area. Nearly 25 years later, he remains employed at this same business.

Minutes...
Hours...
Days...
Weeks...
Months...
Years...
Invested.


A faithful employee...
A committed laborer...
A deliberate workman...


A team member...
And then a team leader...
Now a supervisor...


One who invests...
Not only in the company who signs his paychecks...
But in the lives he interacts with on a daily basis.


Aiding...
Assisting...
Encouraging...


Teaching...
Training...
Supporting...

Giving ones a chance who others simply wanted to give up on.

Seeing life...
Rather than just machines...
Or parts...
Or quotas...


But yet through the years because no college education was achieved or no elite title was deemed, sadly he has viewed his position at this place of employment simply as a "job".

And I ask, "What deems one job a 'career' but another job a 'job'?"


Isn't anything we invest minutes and hours and days and weeks and months and years in, a career?

Or is a "career" just allotted to those with a degree...
Or a title...
Or a six-figure salary?

Isn't a career anything we pour passion & intent into?
Life & meaning?
Purpose & resolve?


Or does that label of "career" only pertain to those who have designated attire that signifies "importance"?
Or an occupation that society looks at as substantial?
Or a line of work that comes with "perks"?

Last week marked the 25th Anniversary of Kyle's place of employment & Kawasaki went to great extremes to honor their employees & to showcase how far the company has come & grown since it's opening in 1989. Catered meals, generous gifts, special presentations & then an Open House... Policies are strict & due to the fact that Kawasaki is a Foreign Trade Zone, this would probably be only the second or third time that I have had the privilege of touring the plant & actually seeing what Kyle does on a day-to-day basis. (Also the reason for no "tour pictures".) He talks about this part & that part, this process & that process, this machine & that machine but hey, I have the mind of a woman so the terms crankshaft or spindle or camshaft simply don't register in my mind that only understands the specifics of toilet cleaning, stain-killing, meal planning & exquisite laundry folding. :) I was blessed to be able to do the walk through tour twice... The first time I was so busy people gawking/watching (and asking, "Who is that?") that I didn't fully grasp what I was there to absorb. Oops. And just as the girls & I were finishing up the first round with Mark, Marci & Jordan, Tom text & said he, Beth & Zoe were on their way & where could we meet. :) Kyle was thrilled.


Thankfully Kyle didn't give me a quiz over the initial go-through :) & I vowed I would pay better attention & keep my inquisitiveness at bay the second time around. With each step I took around the plant...department to department...assembly line to assembly line...machine to machine, my appreciation heightened. With each process that Kyle explained & every tid-bit of knowledge he extended (he's worked in multiple areas over the 25 years), my respect for what he does grew. Step by step, moment by moment, nugget by nugget, my heart was filled with admiration.


Perspective.

Seeing...
Hearing...
Experiencing...

Perspective.

Being there...

Perspective.

And on his part, having the opportunity to share with us what he does each and every day, brought his heart, mind, soul & spirit satisfaction. It was a great reminder that his investment in a solid company & in real lives, isn't "just a job", it's a career. Something he pours time, energy, passion, intent, diligence & dedication in to.


And on my part, I have found myself more grateful, more respectful & more prayerful over the work of his hands (as he fixes machines, measures parts & keeps lines running smoothly), the efficiency of his mind (as he formulates charts, documents necessary information & troubleshoots), the movement of his feet (as he walks from building to building & office to office & line to line) & the compassion of his heart (as he ministers mercy, understanding & encouragement to real lives).


Perspective.

Sitting at that dining room/school table the past few days, as encouraged by the one who holds my heart, I see where I am just like him... I haven't viewed what I do as a "career". I haven't invested the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months & years as wisely as I should have.


Perspective.

As I told MaKayla, there's only a few things in my life that if I could have a complete do-over, I would so choose that option. Many decisions & choices over the years I regret but there are some that are heart-wrenching to me... How I invested in the early years of the girls' lives & the time I didn't take & the intent I didn't put forth, & the purpose I didn't sew deep, I would so check the "do-over box" if the option was available. All-too-often, I didn't put first things first.


Quizzing.
Ministry.
Social extensions.

And then the first thing suffered.


Perspective.

Individual life (Kyle, MaKayla, Mal).
Family (as a whole).
Time.


Perspective.

Nurturing.
Education.
Never-to-be-redeemed moments.


Perspective.

Mal begins her freshman year of school in a few days. I've spent a great amount of time praying, planning, preparing. For her. For me. Spiritually. Scholastically. Emotionally. I wasn't intentional as such with MaKayla & were it not for the grace & mercy of Christ, the reality of failure & remorse would rivet me to the core. Yes, she achieved & succeeded & excelled, yet where was I? I am indebted that God filled in the gaps where my absence was present. I am beyond thankful that MaKayla stepped up to the plate & was deliberate in learning & studying & accomplishing where my lack was the reality.


Perspective.

It's a new season filled with a freshness of purpose...





Mal's excited.
So am I.


Whatever God has called us to do, He calls us to do with purpose, passion, intent & diligence.

After all, it's not just a "job", it's a career.


Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, 
knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward.
You are serving the Lord Christ. 
~Colossians 3:23-24 (ESV)


Servants, do what you’re told by your earthly masters. 
And don’t just do the minimum that will get you by. Do your best. 
Work from the heart for your real Master, for God, 
confident that you’ll get paid in full when you come into your inheritance. Keep in mind always that the ultimate Master you’re serving is Christ. 
The sullen servant who does shoddy work will be held responsible. 
Being a follower of Jesus doesn’t cover up bad work. 
~Colossians 3:23-24 (The Message)