God is Within Her

Moms, let’s be honest with each other. Woman to woman.

All day, you do things for others. Laundry, ferry children from place to place, cook, clean, make appointments, work, make sure everyone is taken care of and then, maybe, if you’re lucky, get to take a bubble bath uninterrupted. Aren’t you exhausted? Drained? Maybe you aren’t a mom and you still feel this way. Let’s be real…. it is time for you to pour into yourself.

A pitcher of water can only be poured out so much before it runs dry. Mama, you are like that very pitcher. Unless you fill yourself up, you cannot pour into others. You have to take a break, sweet Mama. Remember, Jesus needed time alone too. Jesus, needed to recharge and refill. The game changer is what you are being filled with.

You have a choice. Be filled with the world, or be filled with God. You can’t have both.
If you’re filled with the Lord, there is no room for sin for where God is, sin cannot be.
Think about it. If you’re filling your eyes with inappropriate pictures or movies, can you be filling your eyes with the Lord at the same time? What if you’re filling your ears with cursing and music that contradicts the way we are to act, can you be filling your ears with praise to God?

Take a break, gorgeous woman of God. Fill yourself with things of the Lord, and you will not be moved.


Ask God

Ask God. That was always something I was told as a kid and into adulthood. Want something? Ask God. Have a problem? Ask God. But something I noticed as I got older… my prayers became more like Christmas lists. And God, turned into Santa rather than my King and Savior.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas and its true meaning. Yall know that. But I am against what Christmas and, more importantly, prayer and God have become.
You see, it’s not that we shouldn’t ask God for things. Talk to God like He’s your dad and friend of course! But read what James says… “If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given to him.” Wisdom.
God loves us. He answers our prayers. He hears, gives generously, and knows what’s best for us. But allow me to suggest that maybe, if your prayer doesn’t seem like its being answered, the answer is asking for the wisdom to seek things that glorify Him rather than checking one more want off the ever-growing list.

Solomon knew this. He could have asked for anything in the world. Riches beyond imagination, jewels, kingdoms, victory at every battle, but instead he asked for wisdom. Another example would be Jesus himself. Every Easter we celebrate and remember His death on the cross, burial, and resurrection. But we often don’t touch on the fact that He asked God in the garden to take his coming pain. Here’s the difference and what makes His sacrifice and love so much more powerful… He ended that prayer with “Not my will but yours, Lord.” He knew Gods plan was greater than His coming pain. He knew discernment or wisdom should be priority.

Abba gives generously. We must seek His will and not our own. Seek and find wisdom and the rest will fall into place.


Mama Duck

My house was full of 13 teenage girls last night. It was a mad house. On Monday nights, my husband and I host a bible study for the youth group. Somehow this turned into a girls group and the numbers exploded. We talk about everything from suicide, cutting, feeling worthless, parents fighting, and on and on the list goes. Heavy. Hard. Real issues. So because we have had several studies when it got super emotional and difficult, I decided to lighten it up a bit and treat the girls to Cheesecake Factory. Each girl could get one slice and each had to be respectful and calm in the restaurant while we waited for the servers to box our order (15 cheesecake slices! Ya’ll rock Cheesecake Factory!). As we walked in, an older lady passed by us on the sidewalk before crossing the street. She smiled and chuckled, “Good luck! You’re brave!”. I replied, “Pray for me!” and we proceeded to cross the street and into the lobby where the girls were very respectful, calm, and mature. We walked out after thanking the staff for our treats and crossed the street once more. One of the girls quipped, “Megan’s like a Mama Duck!” and boy did that hit me.

These are my babies. I didn’t birth them. I didn’t raise them. I don’t see them every single day. But they are my kids. Just ask their moms, I’ll defend them like they’re mine. God help anyone who touches them while I’m around. But thats what a Mom does, right? She guards, protects, and nurtures her babies. And how lucky are we that we have a Father who not only gave us that instinct but also shares that fierce, passionate love for us?

If you had a mother or father who wasn’t loving, protective, and nurturing, may I say, I love you and my heart aches for you. Everyone deserves that love. May I also encourage you with this snippet from Isaiah 49:14-16

“But Zion says “The LORD has forgotten me! The LORD has forsaken me!” Never! Can a mother forget her nursing child? Can she have no compassion on the son she has borne? Even these may forget, but I will not forget you. Behold, I have inscribed your name on the palm of my hand. Your walls are continually before me.”

God loves you like a Mama Duck. He counts the hairs on your head. He knows you by name. Better than that, He literally has you tattooed on His hand! That ink ain’t comin’ off anytime soon. God is a loving, nurturing Father. He watches over His nest. He protects His babies. He guards them with His life and the price He paid will forever cover His children. Spoiler alert: You are His child. That means He protects even you.

Rest in His love. He’s not goin’ anywhere.


Help My Unbelief

Have you ever doubted Gods existence? Have you ever had instances where you thought you might have gotten it wrong? I have. I know that’s not very popular to say, especially coming from a minister’s wife, but it’s the truth.


From a young age, I’ve had God in my life. Both homes I grew up in went to church, prayed at meals, and studied scripture. I never had the chance to choose otherwise, and in all honesty, the idea of not having church or God in my life scared the mess out of me. Even in college I stayed “faithful” by attending a Christian university, maintained jobs with Christian owners, and attended local college ministries. Sheltered is an understatement.


You’d think I’d have this absolute belief thing down by now, right? It makes me feel small to think that I have doubts on occasion. But then God steps in…


Desperate times call for seeking the Savior, literally. At least, that’s what this father did. In Mark 9 we see a father who will stop at nothing to save his child, even going to the feet of a man hated by the religious officials. His actions branded him a rebel as well and changed his faith, family, and circle of friends forever. At this point, I think we forget, Jesus wasn’t the Messiah. Well, not to people outside his circle of apostles. At this point, to most people, He’s at best, a gifted miracle worker and revolutionist. These people had no idea who they were in the presence of. But let’s not be too harsh on them. After all, we have the whole story, they on the other hand, were the story. I’d be willing to bet that if you or I were in that position, we’d be pretty skeptical and doubtful. None of that mattered though. This father had one thing on his mind: heal my son.


Jesus knew this. The father knew this. And the most honest conversation ensued… “’How long has this been happening to him?” Jesus asked his father. “From childhood,” he said. “And many times, it has thrown him into fire or water to destroy him. But if You can do anything, have compassion on us and help us.” Then Jesus said to him, “’If You can’? Everything is possible to the one who believes.” Immediately the father of the boy cried out, “I do believe! Help my unbelief.”’ Mark 9:21-24


Wow. I wish we were that honest with each other. I wish we didn’t feel embarrassed or scared to say “I love Jesus, but sometimes I doubt! Help!” You see, the beauty about church, fellowship, and being around other Christians isn’t about having it all together or faking it until we do. It’s about honesty. It’s about wrestling together with doubts, fears, victories, and defeats. May we be honest, pure, and passionate about our doubts and help others who struggle as well. Lord, help my unbelief and use me to help others who feel the same.



Bloom Where You’re Planted

Content. I feel, as a 24 year old first time mom, this word is super hard for me. My house is never clean enough, I’m never doing enough, I’m not good enough. I have a small bakery out of my house and NEED a bigger kitchen. I HAVE to finish school or I’ll never be taken seriously as a baker. I’m not perfect enough to be a ministers wife. Maybe if I do more, people will like me. Maybe I’m doing too much. Maybe, if I do all the things a stay at home, first time Mom is supposed to do, Oli will turn out to be a decent God-fearing man.

Noise. Constant, irritating, over analyzing, hyper-critical voices in my head that tell me I’m not good enough keep me from the one thing I need most… contentment.

Don’t get me wrong!! Contentment should never be confused with complacency. Scripture tells us to be active and be the feet of Jesus. But when it comes to your short comings, your overly critical, negative, derogatory comments to yourself… remember, Christ died for you. Christ loves you. Christ holds you when you don’t feel good enough. Christ wants you to be content and rest in that. You were bought at a price. He put you where you are to spread His Light. Love yourself. God does. He planted you where you are for a purpose. Does a good gardener leave His garden to fend for itself or does He water, weed and care for it? He’s got you. Rest and be content in Him, through every season. Bloom for Him, beautiful woman of God.

Helping the Helpless

Isaiah 58. Read it and weep. How many times have I gone to worship because I had to? How many times have I prayed because I wanted something and I wanted it now? How many times have I done everything “right” because I wanted something from God?

I can go to church every time that building is open, teach bible class, pray without ceasing, read scripture constantly, go to countless bible study’s a week, talk to people i meet about Jesus. I can be, by all western accounts, a model Christian, yet according to the Lord through His prophet Isaiah, I will never be heard, I am not His follower, I might as well do none of those “righteous deeds” if I don’t help the helpless.

The Word of the LORD:

“Is this not the fast which I choose, To loosen the bonds of wickedness, To undo the bands of the yoke, And to let the oppressed go free And break every yoke? Is it not to divide your bread with the hungry And bring the homeless poor into the house; When you see the naked, to cover him; And not to hide yourself from your own flesh? Then your light will break out like the dawn, And your recovery will speedily spring forth; And your righteousness will go before you; The glory of the LORD will be your rear guard. Then you will call, and the LORD will answer; You will cry, and He will say, ‘Here I am.’ If you remove the yoke from your midst, The pointing of the finger and speaking wickedness, And if you give yourself to the hungry And satisfy the desire of the afflicted, Then your light will rise in darkness And your gloom will become like midday. And the LORD will continually guide you, And satisfy your desire in scorched places, And give strength to your bones; And you will be like a watered garden, And like a spring of water whose waters do not fail. Those from among you will rebuild the ancient ruins; You will raise up the age-old foundations; And you will be called the repairer of the breach, The restorer of the streets in which to dwell.”

Isaiah 58:6-12 NASB

Wow. So not only should Christians be doing things like feeding the poor, standing up for those who are oppressed, and housing those in need but, when we do, things will get better. Ever wonder why there’s a bad part of town and a good part of town? May I suggest it’s because Christians aren’t doing enough? Now, let me clarify, if you’re out there with your church family helping the helpless, I am obviously not referring to you or your family of believers. I’m referring to people who think church is a place to punch a time card and go about their business. I’m talking about people, like me, who seem to have this whole Christianity thing figured out but are entirely missing the point. I’m talking about churches who have a missions budget and throw money at a problem but leave the missions to the “true missionaries”. Change doesn’t happen if only some of the body of Christ are working and others are crtisizing that work or “supervising”.

You see, Christ didn’t come for you to follow Him because you were afraid of going to hell or because you thought you had to. No. Christ came for you to have a relationship with Him. To be His hands and feet. And you know what? Christ’s feet and hands were absolutely filthy. Christ was homeless (Matt. 8:20). Christ and His disciples were filthy from being in the desert with no home and only sandles for their feet. Ever seen a mans feet after walking around in Chacos for a week of camp? I have, and let me tell you… THEY ARE DISGUSTING! And yet, even with all that filth and stink, Christ Himself humbly washed the feet of that ragamuffin group of misfit boys. He did so without complaint. He did so without boasting about His humility. He did so without asking for something in return. Christ is not going to shy away from things we find gross, stinky, and filthy. He rolls up His sleeves, takes a rag and some warm water, craddles the mess, and cleans. With a smile on His face. That, my friends, is what being a true follower of Christ is all about.

You’re going to get dirty. You’re going to see things and hear stories you wish you hadn’t. You’re going to be uncomfortable. It’s going to be hard. You might get rude responses and your help turned away. You might get spat on or called names. But… it will be worth it. You won’t go through anything Christ didn’t go through in His pursuit of helping the helpless. So. In the spirit of the Lords example…

I’m done being a pew warmer Christian, are you?