You Can’t Kill A God Dream!

You Can't Kill A God Dream!

I’ve been staring at a blank screen for days. The blinking cursor mocks me as it seems to cry out, “You have nothing to say!” But that’s not true. I do have something to say; I’m just not quite sure how to say it.

My one word for this year is change. I’ve been leery to share it because truthfully, change is scary and it isn’t always good. Many of us don’t like saying the word because it disrupts the flow of comfort and makes us gravely aware of our limitations. Do you know what often accompanies change? Loss of control. Yeah, I know, everybody’s favorite. Here’s the thing: We often forget that we’re only limited when we think in terms of what we can accomplish without Christ rather than what we can accomplish with Him. And, as difficult as it is, relinquishing control into the hands of God needs to become priority in everyday life.

And so even though I have a million thoughts stirring in my heart begging to be typed out and sent into the blogosphere, I’m only compelled to type one important fact tonight:

With Christ ALL things are possible. (See Matthew 19:26)

The dreams stored in your heart – you know, the ones you’re ready to forget because they don’t make sense and you think you’ve somehow missed God… Well, I’m willing to bet you haven’t missed Him at all. Those dreams belong to you alone. They’ve been planted and uniquely designed specifically for you.

You can’t kill a God dream! (Tweet that)

I’m going to say it again! You can’t kill a God dream no matter what you do. It will always rise up in your soul and beg for freedom. And it’s you that has the power to give that dream wings, because God gifted it to you. Forever it will pursue you.

In my own life, I’ve been worried about God whispering the word change into my heart, but what I know for sure is that if I’m unwilling to accept change, then I can’t ever move from where I am, even if I like the view. God’s view is always better, always more exciting, and always sure to lead me to my purpose.

I know you might be afraid to let your dream go uncontained. Believe me, I’ve been in situations where I’ve needed discipled and instead felt disabled. I’ve felt death to dreams before I realized this: When we give our dreams flight they might go different directions than we think they should. That doesn’t mean they are wrong, we’ve missed God, or that they won’t come to fruition. It only means our planted dreams were given to us by the creator and He will blow them in the direction of His choice, in His time, in His way.

Our dreams often look so much different than we’ve imagined them.

My point in all this is that you can do anything with Jesus by your side. Uncage your dreams and give up control by allowing God to use His breath to blow them in the direction of His making. Don’t live afraid of the work it takes, the time that may pass, or anything at all that seems nonsensical. God is a God of mystery.

Daniel answered and said:

“Blessed be the name of God forever and ever, for wisdom and might are His.
21 And He changes the times and the seasons; He removes kings and raises up kings; He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to those who have understanding.22 He reveals deep and secret things; He knows what is in the darkness, and light dwells with Him.

-Daniel 2:20-22

We serve a God who is in charge of change within the trajectory of life. He does what He sees fit; sometimes it’s hard and sometimes joy-filled. Regardless, when we stay open to His commands we walk in a path of life where deep and secret things are revealed. He carries us and plants hope inside as He excavates the dark parts meant to be filled with light. He renews us and allows the humble to rise up through hurt and loss. He sweeps up broken pieces while working for us and never against us. He is the God who plants dreams and receives glory when we allow Him to work them together for our good.

With God ALL things are possible.

ALL. THINGS.

Do you have a dream in need of wings?

Love,

Jennifer

 

 

 

 

 

Stillness Requires Boldness

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For if you remain completely silent at this time, relief and deliverance will arise for the Jews from another place, but you and your father’s house will perish. Yet who knows whether you have come to the kingdom for such a time as this?”

-Esther 4:14

Whenever I’m feeling like I need a good, strong dose of courage, I turn to the book of Esther and let the words penetrate deep into every fear-filled space of my soul.

Esther could have remained still in a sense that would have been more relatable to a person frozen in fear. Instead, she remained still in the presence of God moving at His command with the faith that whatever was to happen would ultimately be in His hands.

Go, gather all the Jews who are present in Shushan, and fast for me; neither eat nor drink for three days, night or day. My maids and I will fast likewise. And so I will go to the king, which is against the law; and if I perish, I perish!”

-Esther 4:16

Stillness often requires boldness. Many of you have gifts and talents you’re afraid to use. You feel guilt over your past and stuck in your present. You’re worried about the person next to you holding more skill and qualification.

Guess what? God doesn’t care. He’s not a God of comparison! He’s a God who uses all of His children to help in the building of His kingdom, and He needs you.

Be bold.

Maybe you’ve been hurt in ministry and feel there’s no place for you.

Friend, we’ve all been hurt at one time or another. However, God has reserved a spot for you. You are meant for a specific purpose and there is a place for you.

Maybe you feel like the person next to you, in front, or behind would do a better job.

Maybe in the worlds eyes or even your own, someone else would be better. But God isn’t looking for that. He’s looking for faithful, obedient, loving servants to fulfill their calling for His kingdom. That’s you! You aren’t required to be the best; you’re required to be obedient.

Maybe you don’t know where to start or where to go.

What talents do you have? What do you feel passionate about? Where can you be most helpful? Those are three questions to help you figure out where to begin.

You can do this! Your life is for such a time as this.

Love,

Jennifer

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You Have the Ability to Soar in Stillness

You Have the Ability to Soar in Stillness

In Christian art throughout the ages, the representation of John is an eagle. It’s been said that John took the gospel and soared with it. No one could stop him.

An interesting fact about eagles is that they fly toward the sun. What if we all lived our lives soaring toward the Son? S-O-N.

John was the only apostle out the twelve not to be martyred for his faith. He lived to be an old man, and part of me thinks that must have been even more torturous.

You see, there was heavy persecution happening for all who chose to bear the name of Christ. John lost faithful friends, who right alongside him, were firsthand eyewitnesses to the majesty of all Jesus did.

John wrote this:

And there are also many other things that Jesus did, which if they were written one by one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that would be written. Amen.

-John 21:25

Those who shared his pursuit were killed along the way. One by one they were beaten and tortured and John knew it. Yet, he continued to soar passionately with his gifting.

Every gift we own was given to us by the creator. Too often we deem them ours. Our voices, our words, our fingertips to instruments, our love and kindness. But when we choose to soar like an eagle straight toward the Son, we give up those gifts and allow Christ to take ownership of them.

We have the ability to use our freewill in an act of trust and faith and then soar high in stillness. John soared through pain, trust, hope, and faith knowing what he saw was real.

That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked upon, and our hands have handled, concerning the Word of life— the life was manifested, and we have seen, and bear witness, and declare to you that eternal life which was with the Father and was manifested to us— that which we have seen and heard we declare to you, that you also may have fellowship with us; and truly our fellowship is with the Father and with His Son Jesus Christ. And these things we write to you that your joy may be full.

-1 John 1:1-4

John declared what he saw so that we might have fellowship with the Father and with His Son Jesus Christ.

Friend, John was a real man who bled and cried and groaned with grief, yet his joy was full because he soared straight towards the Son. He moved in stillness within the presence of God and used every gift he possessed in the process.

At first, scientists couldn’t understand how eagles could soar straight for the sun, but later it was discovered they have protective coating over their eyes. They were designed that way on purpose by a purposeful God.

You, too, have gifts and are able to soar and stare straight into the Son. He will protect you and your joy will be full regardless of whatever grief comes your way.

Don’t be afraid to move in the stillness of God using your gifts. You were made for it.

You were made to soar toward the Son!

Love,

Jennifer

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The Day I Fell Out of the Raft (Literally)

The Day I Fell Out of the Raft (Literally)When I was in my early twenties we went whitewater rafting. We didn’t have a whole lot of money, so we opted to go without a guide. You know, because we’re smart that way…

Before we left, the man who helped us in our raft said, “Whatever you do, don’t go over the rapids backwards, you could fall out of the boat. If that happens, put your toes up and out of the water because if you don’t, your feet will end up trapped under a rock and you’ll die.” He was so comforting…

Sure enough, we went over a rapid backwards and I fell out of the boat. I immediately put my toes out of the water and chanted out loud through fear and panic, “Keep your toes out, keep your toes out, keep your toes out!” After what felt like an eternity, my husband reached out his hand and pulled me back inside the raft.

Before my rescue, I was flailing around in that water among all of those dead rocks that potentially threatened my life. The problem was that the person sitting in front of me had stopped paddling. You have to paddle through the rapids. If you don’t, the raft will spin around and you’ll go over backwards.

When we take our eyes off Christ, it’s impossible to live still inside His presence. We end up going over the rapids of life backwards, flailing around. It’s then that we become in danger of dying ourselves. And if we are facing any type of grief, the rapids just get tougher and it becomes tempting to try to fix things ourselves rather than look to Jesus.

C.S. Lewis said, “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.”

We all know that life is full of grief. There is heartbreak from a multitude of happenings in the day-to-day that causes us to suffer on the inside. It’s what we do with the grief that ultimately makes the difference.

Grief does feel a lot like fear because it threatens to hinder us from what we are called to do.

We fear losing the purpose we were created for when grief strips who we are and exposes our deepest layers. Raw and real, mangled and mystified, we struggle to make sense of who we are supposed to be.

Are you having a difficult time using your gift because of the grief you’re enduring? Does stillness seem impossible?

When we choose to “keep paddling” through the grief, we not only aid in the healing process of others, but we allow ourselves to be healed.

Remember, being still in His presence actually means moving within it at His pace.

If, today, you find yourself flailing around trying to keep your “toes up,” His strong arm will pull you back inside. Keep your eyes focused and keep paddling through it, friend.

With a simple yes or no in the comments, are you flailing in the water?

I want to pray for you today…

Dear Lord,

May we all continue paddling through grief with our eyes focused on You. May we not lose sight of the gifts You’ve given. Help us to use them to show love and grace. Pull those who are out of the safe place of your stillness back inside, and let each one know Your love today.

Amen.

Love,

Jennifer

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The Struggle to Live a Still Life (An October Series)

The Struggle to Live a Still LifeTo be still in God doesn’t mean we can’t move ahead. It doesn’t mean we can’t pursue dreams and passions placed deeply inside our souls. Being still in His presence actually means moving within it. it’s about stepping forward at His pace and never our own.

The gravity of the sun is what keeps the planets in orbit. Its force holds them in perfect rotation around it. Imagine if we, the living stones of Christ, stayed rotating around the S-O-N, trusting the force of an all powerful God to keep us right where we are supposed to be.

Too often we end up like meteors: dead rocks falling from the sky lit up with our own pride. Sure, it looks pretty for a time, but all we’re really doing is flailing around of our own free will in submission to nothing. And then we crash hard. Proverbs 16:18 tells us that pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.

Over the next 31 days, I want to talk about the courage it takes to live in His stillness, and the faith it takes to let His will remain in the center. I want us to discuss being living stones, using our gifts for His glory. I’m praying for connection, conversation, and a reawakening of passion in each heart who reads this series.

Friend, when trust and faith are out of balance, stillness is incomprehensible.

For the entire month of October, we are going to journey our way to the sweet spot of stillness. It’s a place that gives God glory and satisfies our souls all at the same time.

What do the words be still mean to you?

Love,

Jennifer

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Day One: The Struggle to Live a Still Life (An October Series)

Day Two: The Ugly “S” Word

Day Three: The Day I Fell Out of the Raft (Literally)

Day Four: For When the Break Isn’t Clean

Day Five: You Have the Ability to Soar in Stillness

Day Six: Because Stillness and Condemnation Don’t Mix

Day Seven: Finding the Still Inside the Storm

Day Eight: Stillness Requires Vision

Day Nine: Confronting Brokenness Leads to Stillness

Day Ten: Stillness Begins in the Heart

Day Eleven: Stillness Requires a Heart Willing to Respond

Day Twelve: Because Stillness Doesn’t Always Feel Still

Day Thirteen: The Act of Standing in Stillness

Day Fourteen: Stillness Requires Commitment

Day Fifteen: Stillness Demands Steadfast Faith

Day Sixteen: Stillness and the Emotional Dam

Day Seventeen: Stillness and the Hummingbird

Day Eighteen: Stillness Requires Boldness

Day Nineteen: Stillness and Listening to the Plan for YOUR Life, Not Hers…

Day Twenty: The Primary Offender of Stillness

Day Twenty-One: We Are All in Process

Day Twenty-Two: The Day Fear Dropped Me Off in Crazy Town

Day Twenty-Three – The Incompatibility of Stillness and Control

Day Twenty-Four: Jumping the Wake

Day Twenty-Five: Because We All Need Friends

Day Twenty-Six: We Need to Practice Stillness

Day Twenty-Seven: So Much of the “Still Life” Boils Down to Choice

Day Twenty-Eight: Going with the Flow

Day Twenty-Nine: For When God Seems Still

Day Thirty: How Waiting Can Lead to Stillness

Day Thirty-One – The Struggle to Live a Still Life… The Conclusion

 

 

Because Relationships are Slippery and Life is Precarious…

Because Relationships are Hard and Life is PrecariousI’m certain you don’t need me to tell you that relationships are hard. You don’t need to hear they are precarious and sometimes the ground between “point A” and “point B” is slippery. If you’ve ever met another human, you probably already gleaned that from experience.

One time, in the dead of winter, my friend and I decided we wanted a treat from Dairy Queen. On our way, we walked out of her mother’s house onto the back deck where my friend lost her footing on a piece of ice and fell flat on her back. Now, for those of you who don’t know me beyond the blog, I should probably inform you that in real life when someone falls, after I know they are okay, I have an issue with uncontrollable laughter. It’s a problem.

This happened twenty years ago, and I can still see her face while lying there waiting for me to reach out and lend a hand. I laughed so hard that I couldn’t, for the life of me, find the strength to help her stand up. Jokingly, she said I suffered from a severe case of weak arm. It was a correct diagnosis.

The best part of the story might be that her mother opened the back door of the house to see what all the commotion was, and when she realized what had happened she just rolled her eyes, turned around, and shut the door behind her. She knew we were two, crazy girls and that silliness often got the best of us.

Unfortunately, there are some relationships that refuse to survive icy conditions.

Metaphorically speaking, pieces of ice in relationships can lead to damage that no one is able to laugh at. All parties involved find themselves injured, and the only hope of getting back on ones feet is prayer. Good, old fashioned, down on our knees kind of prayer.

Above, I used the word precarious. According to Merriam Webster, the origin of the word is Latin – precarius – It means obtained by entreaty, uncertain – more at prayer.

can you believe it? MORE AT PRAYER.

Friend, relationships take prayer. Even when things are at their best, we must pray. That way when they reach their worst, we are ready for the battle. Prayer also creates intimacy between people. There is something about seeking the living God for another human life that holds eternal value so deeply, that the ties of love have no choice but to bind.

We must be bound in love: love that only comes through Jesus, flowing down in the form of grace.

There is so much pain in the world right now. Those of us in the body of Christ need to recognize there are powers and principalities that would love to pull brothers and sisters of Christ apart.

 

Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and He will lift you up.

-James 4:10

Humbling ourselves in the sight of the Lord also means humbling ourselves to each other. We need to look beyond today and think about the eternal value in our situations.

No one likes it, because sometimes we’ve done nothing wrong, however, God calls us to lessen the diameter of our worlds, that He might become larger than anything residing in it, around it, and even floating high above it.

I rented a movie over the weekend and in one particular scene, the son asks the father, “Do you believe in God?” The father replied, “I’m dying… what choice do I have?”

Friend, we should never wait for things to completely crumble before we begin to humble. (Click to tweet.)

It might sound cheesy, but it’s truth.

If you’re having an issue today with someone who has hurt you and can’t find it in yourself to reach out to them, pray for them. Pray blessing, hope, and love to bond all things holy in their life.

Life is precarious… pray harder.

Love,

Jennifer

 

Write the Vision

Write the VisionWhen I was waiting for God to bless us with another child, the process seemed to take forever. Fifteen years is a really long time for a woman who longs for the godly desire of life and feels with each passing month that hope is dwindling.

In our society, we race against the clock wanting everything now. I wonder what the time zone in heaven is, because I’ve lived in both eastern and pacific zones and neither one seems anything close to the clock God works according to.

I believe the dreams and desires I can’t shake have been divinely placed, and are meant to come to fruition. The problem is always the question of when...

I have a feeling that most of you are probably nodding your head in agreement. Everything seems to take too long and the process usually has us asking Him at least one of the following three questions.

  1. Is this desire really from You, God?
  2. Do I not have enough faith for You to answer?
  3. Why must I endure so much pain in the process of waiting?

Today, I was reading in Habakkuk. This minor prophet brings a message of hope and trust for a nation who is in need of comfort. Just like any of us seeking divine answers, Habakkuk is one to ask God questions.

After the second question Habakkuk asks God, He waits for His answer. He was confused as to what he was seeing unfolding all around him and was determined to stand firm for an answer.

As usual, God did not disappoint.

Then the Lord answered me and said:

“Write the vision And make it plain on tablets, That he may run who reads it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time; But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie. Though it tarries, wait for it; Because it will surely come, It will not tarry. “Behold the proud, His soul is not upright in him; But the just shall live by his faith.

-Habakkuk 2:2-4

 

(Just as a disclaimer, I’m always careful to dig into the context of the scripture before I rip it apart and apply it to my life in the way I feel God is speaking specifically to me. I’ve done that in this book and can now use this wisdom and apply it directly to my situation. It’s important to understand that Habakkuk wanted to know why good people were suffering and why evil rulers were allowed to rule. God answered specifically according to his questions.)

For me, writing down our desires from God, dating the entries, and writing prayers to Him concerning the seeds which have been planted deeply in the heart, is extremely important in the process of waiting for growth and completion. The Lord told Habakkuk to write the vision and make it plain.

He also said that the vision will speak and not lie. He told him to wait for it, because though it may seem to tarry, it will surely come. SURELY.

God went on to say, “Behold the proud, his soul is not upright in him; but the just shall live by his faith.”

Humility is key throughout the process of waiting. It’s too easy to take ownership of our dreams and desires as if they are all about us. We can become prideful and feel as if we hold the rights to them. We don’t. We must remain humble and realize that when the Lord God Himself chooses us to place a beautiful dream inside, it connects directly to Him. He is choosing us to be vessels for a greater purpose, and I believe that most of the time, we aren’t anywhere close to grasping the depth of His purpose. Now that’s the promise of hope, friends!

I’m going to talk more about this in the coming week.

May your Sunday be filled with new hope as you wait on the Lord to fulfill every desire He has placed within you.

Love,

Jennifer

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May Your Spaces be Filled

20150507_113100May God fill every space of your life: The parts that are lonely and long for affection and hope, the pieces that seem broken beyond repair, and the places you’re ashamed and worried no one, even Him, will want.

May you have the courage to offer the whole of who you are to the One who created you. May your joy be full and your peace be unhindered. May your gifts be given back to the Giver shameless and without fear.

You are His design and He does ALL things well.

You were created with purpose by a powerful, all knowing, perfect God – One who does not make mistakes. You are here for a reason. Hold tightly to hope, friend. Let there be no more empty spaces.

Have a beautiful weekend.

Love,

Jennifer

Waiting for Change

For When Your Heart is Bursting for that which you do not knowHi, Friend! Just in case you haven’t noticed, I took a little blogging break over the last week and a half. We went on a family vacation where I desperately needed to recharge. It was wonderful. Thank you to those who reached out via email to ask if I was okay. It’s nice to know you care, and I appreciate you!

I’ve been praying about what to write. Sometimes, even after a week of relaxation, it’s difficult to find where to start again. To be truthful, I’m a little perplexed about how I’m feeling. There’s a restless type of determination to run hard after God knowing that He has something in store, but I don’t know what it is.

Have you ever felt that way? Like there is a change waiting in the current flow of life but you can’t exactly put your finger on what? I want to lace up my running shoes and just chase God until my heart is pounding and my lungs hurt. I know that isn’t necessarily the most appealing image, but I want nothing more than to feel alive in the presence of God in a brand new way. I need it. My soul is shouting at me from the inside out to go. Just run.

Here’s the problem: I don’t know where I’m supposed to be going, and if I begin running, I’m not sure what direction to move.

When I was away, I posted the following as my Facebook status:

Life isn’t black and white, and the road ahead isn’t always clear. Actually, right where we are standing isn’t exactly honest and open.


Some say it’s gray, but I don’t buy that either. Life is a palette of colors. They can be vibrant and bright or washed out and faded. If we’re not careful, the colors have a habit of running into one another and separating themselves from what’s intended. If not kept in focus, they can be chameleon-like and cause a divagation of thoughts.


Recently, I’ve been thinking about the blur of colors. Everyone has their own opinions and are taking it upon themselves to state what God’s opinion is. I’m not just discussing the Supreme Court’s redefinition of marriage. I’m talking about any struggle people are enduring and trying to fix themselves.


We seem to be people who are relentless at working to get things done our way. Maybe it’s a crack in our marriages, relationships with our children, friendships, or inability to see worth in our lives. We work to repair rather than prayerfully wait for redirection and spiritual rescue.


Right now, I’m sitting in a beach chair positioned in the sand. I’m looking around in wonder at the beauty God declared with His voice – thinking of how His breath bellows against the waters and controls the motion of the sea. I’m in awe that His palm is large enough to fit each struggle we face tightly inside. His grip is unfathomably strong.


From where I’m sitting, the sand is tan, the sea is turquoise, the sky is a brilliant shade of blue, and above it all there is One God on the throne watching. And, when I say watching, I don’t mean helplessly.


He’s breathing, living, in control, majestic and as mighty as He was the moment He spoke this beauty into existence. There is no separation or running together of the brilliance He declared.
Whatever your worries, whatever your circumstances might entail, The mighty color of His love is enough to cover it ALL.


Neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (See Romans 8:38)


Those who overcome have been given a promise, and nothing has the power to steal it away.
Keep on serving, friend. Keep believing. Keep looking toward the brilliant colors of promise. It’s for you. He created it with you in mind. He loves you.

Today, as I reread the words I wrote a week ago, I’m reminded that His promises hold strong. They are beautiful and worth the restless pursuit of upcoming change. We might have a difficult time identifying it, but His mystery should be held with beautiful anticipation of what’s to come.

The ability to hold faith, trust, and hope in a supreme God who loves us can only be defined as tender mercy. His path is perfect, even if we aren’t sure where to step next.

I know I seem to be unloading a lot of thoughts on you today. Abigail Adams said, “My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.”

My heart is bursting with the hope of following hard after God in a brand new way. I wish you could hear the passion in my voice, but since we can’t meet face-to-face, I pray the passion of my heart cracks wide open and translates His hope to you.

Talk soon, friend.

Love,

Jennifer

 

 

Why I’m Changing Some Things. (Will You Join Me?)

New Day 5Hi, Friend! I’ve been thinking about what it might be like to wake up excited and passionate about my day. To be honest, I’m tired of opening my eyes every morning and feeling like coffee is my only link to sanity! Believe me, I have no complaints about my morning cup! You won’t find me hating on coffee. EVER!

I’m just saying there has to be more to a new day than coffee! I need to look forward to things ahead and begin opening my hands to let go of the heavy weight that seems to have cracked me wide open. And I’m not talking about my numbers on the scale! (That comes later) Although it is definitely holding more weight than I would like it to these days!

I’m talking about making a choice to give everything I can to the parts of my life that I’m passionate about. I want live out my gifts with joy! I’ve been discussing a lot of grief topics over the past year. It’s been a rough one for me – probably one of the hardest ever. And because of that, I have to breathe some different air for awhile. I really want to start talking about something else that God has been nudging me towards. I’ve spent a lot of time behind the scenes writing a manuscript all about a new topic, and I have a burning to open up a new conversation here amongst women. I hope that’s okay with you.

This morning I went in to wake my daughter up for school. She was peacefully lying in bed as I began to stroke her face, pushing the blond ringlets  back from her brow line. In a singsong voice I encouraged her to wake up while telling her how beautiful she is and how much I missed her while she slept.

A couple weeks ago I read an article, I can’t remember where I found it, it said something along the lines of how your mother is the only one who will ever congratulate you for waking up in the morning. I laughed until I cried because I do that for every one of my children. I even applaud my twenty-two year old when he comes downstairs in the morning. Well, I should say I applaud him when he peeks his head in my room and says, “Have a great day, Mom. I’m leaving for work.” (For the life of me, I cannot figure out how I had a hand in raising a morning person!)

I digress…

Anyway, I want to feel the way I make my children feel in the morning. My husband does a great job at telling me how beautiful he thinks I am. He gives me so much affirmation, but when we reach a certain age, there is something deep inside our own hearts that we need to connect with in order to feel the way we should about ourselves.

I want to feel good about myself, so that I can be passionate about my callings. Now, I’m not talking about becoming an egomaniac. Humility is key, but I think many of us become caught in a web of lies about our appearances and a million other things that hold no eternal value.

And I’m not talking about becoming comfortable with sin. There are always matters of the heart we need to work on changing as far as the Holy Spirit is concerned. He whispers to each one of us and out of our love for the Living God we work to clean our hearts for Him. I’m talking about something different.

I want us to find a way to be comfortable when we look in the mirror, when we step on the scale, (I told you it was coming! Oh, Lord! That’s a big one!) and most importantly to be comfortable with what we have to offer this world – our gifts, talents, unique fingerprints. We must recognize we were born with a purpose. And then we need to get passionate about it!

Yes, I’m talking to you! To my friend who is shaking her head right now wondering if you are meant for anything more in life… YOU ARE! You have a ministry to fulfill and a beautiful plan designed for you.

Unless God leads me in a different direction, we are going to talk about this for a while. I’ve been receiving email from some who can’t figure out what they were born for. They feel inadequate. No more! Let’s work together to change that!

How do you feel about yourself? Do you think you can answer that?

Next week we are going to begin uncovering the beautiful we each possess. I need your engagement. I’m looking for your comments. I want to know what you are thinking. We will also meet up over at my Facebook page. We will talk more about that next week. And, we are going to start an Instagram campaign about the beautiful in us. I’m ready to band together as a group of women and fight for our beauty! Inside and out! Are you in?

I’ll meet you back here Monday!

Love,

Jennifer

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