My heart is full to overflowing as I read this blog: Abandoned for Him.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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Sunday, July 13, 2008
The Message of the Words
How often have you considered what your child really hears? It wasn't until God began my healing that I realized how much had been distorted in me. It wasn't necessarily what a person said, it was what I interpreted their words to mean. As I became aware of things I had believed about myself through another's words, I had to face the reality that my children had heard things through my words. So many years had passed in my child-raising. Was there any way things could be redeemed? How could I go back and speak the truth into those places? I know with God it's never too late for redemption, but how do I go back?
One day God gave me a front row seat to His never-ending desire to heal and restore. My 2nd daughter was struggling when she came into my room. Being my child who internalizes, it wasn’t evident what was really going on, so I started asking questions. She blurted out. “I’m sorry I’ve always caused you so much pain.” Having just finished an intense time of healing through a set of tools our church uses, (Christ-life Solutions) I knew God was extending an invitation to be involved in a rescue.
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Saturday, July 12, 2008
Becoming Me's Blog Mission's Tour

Why do I blog? It is my place to share the treasures in my heart. I have heard Papa God calling me to write for some time. I have run from the calling due to discouragement and feelings of inadequacy. Yet the desire is so deep to express all that He has revealed to me that I can no longer run. My desire in blogging is to share the revelations of God to my heart. I spent many years living a religious life that left me weary and worn down. Papa has invited me into the joy of living in His sweet embrace, experiencing a love that is not earned but freely given. As I grow in this intimacy with Him, I want to share the beauty of His deep, intimate heart of love.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Diving in Deep
It’s always been a delight to watch my children enjoying the thrill of the ocean. I remember the days when my second born was a toddler. She loved going up to the edge of the water and feeling the waves wash over her toes. With a shrill of glee and a look of delight she experienced the beginning of the depths of the deep blue sea.
As years went by she would branch a little further out, gradually working her way up to her knees. Even though the pull of the wave’s current would knock her down, she would jump back up to encounter the exhilaration of the waves rushing over her once again.
Each year’s return visit took her a little further into the pleasure of the ocean. Gradually she found her way on boogie boards and riding the waves. Last year as a 17 year old she ditched the boogie board and body surfed. The more she felt the amusement of the open waters, the greater the call to go in deeper.
Do you know that the deepest parts of the ocean have never been explored. The reason why is the cost is too great to go there. There are treasures hidden in the darkness of the depths that no one ever discovers because of cost.
It’s amazing to me how much life in the physical and spiritual correlate. The ocean of God’s vast love invites us into the depths where treasures are stored, yet often we don’t go there. The cost seems too great.
It’s easy to be comfortable with body surfing or even snorkeling. There is a thrill associated with seeing exotic things there, but it’s nothing near to what a scuba diver sees.
I remember the time my husband and friend went scuba diving. A giant sea turtle swam past at just the right time. My husband grabbed hold and went for a ride. You can’t find that snorkeling. Those pleasures are waiting in the deep. Turtle rides are treasures stored in the secret places of the ocean’s depth.
God has beckoned me into the deep waters with Him. At first I feared going. What would it look like? What would it cost me? It’s a risk to go deep sea diving with God. After all we don’t really know what we will encounter. Why is it we so often look at the cost of something, when God always looks at the gain? Why do we hold onto our places of comfort when God invites us to move into the secret places where treasures are stored?
Just as the ocean’s lure beckoned my daughter to come further in, He invites me to come into the depths of His great love. It’s there He whispers His secrets into my heart. He wants to tell me who He really is and what He thinks of me. Yes, it will mean I leave comfort behind. There are things that will have to be discarded in order to swim deep. But honestly, is there really any comfort in those things? Isn’t the real comfort realized in coming to know Him deeply? What I am leaving behind will not compare to what will be uncovered. He desperately wants us to know Him, intimately, deeply, by name. In Him I will find all the comfort I need.
So, what do you say, will you dive in deep and let Him show you the treasures stored there? Can you allow Him to have your comforts and find your comfort in Him alone? You will never be the same. Oh the depths and riches of His great love, who can fathom.
I will give you the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the LORD, the God of Israel, who summons you by name. Is. 45:3
JEWELZ
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Laying Down My Isaac
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Lessons From Life
The things that go on in a day with our kids are often perfect pictures of some aspect of walking with God. Oftentimes I have been too busy to notice the spiritual truths that are right under my nose. God wants me to know Him so desperately that He uses every facet of life around me to tell me what is true. On one such day He chose to use a situation with my son.
On this particular day two of my kids were struggling to get along. Thankfully my husband had come home for lunch just in time. Otherwise, I might have reacted out of my frustration. My husband stepped in and began to challenge our teenage son to turn away from his flesh and choose the path of life. He didn’t go after the behavior, he went after his heart.
My son’s defense that day was that his sister wouldn’t stop when asked to so he took matters into his own hands. He decided he would make her stop. It wasn’t good. It never is. If they would just come to me for help, things would be so much better. I began to explain to him that it’s not working because he doesn’t use the authority set up for him.
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