Space Invaders

I just got back from a prayer getaway and since returning a hundred things came to mind before praying did. Of course, then the hundredth and one thing popped on in, I thought, I should pray. Thankfully, I didn’t start the conversation. In fact, sometimes it’s much easier when God starts first. God knows that I am a mom and all that entails. I also think God knows that I’m probably an undiagnosed ADHD believer, as God often has to interrupt me to get my attention. Can I get an Amen?

Tonight God interrupted me through two lovely space invaders. One space invader I gave birth to, the other one I bought. Of course, I would never say, “I bought a kid.” However, I did buy this kid; he is my dog. So two children (one by birth, another by bucks) got so close that they only left me with an approximately 2-foot square on my king size bed! Thanks to Google I found out the length or footage of a king size bed is 76 x 80. Therefore, my child and dog had up to 74 x 78 feet. Granted they didn’t take it all, but they crowded me into this little upper right-hand corner in which I had no space. They invaded!

Ironically earlier this evening I told my husband, I wish I could hide in a closet or a cubby hole. Since being gone this weekend, I didn’t have any invaders. I had space. I had my own room! It was lovely.

Tonight as the hundredth and one thing popped into my head, I realized why I should pray. God wants to invade my space! God wants to get close. From experience, I’ve sometimes learned when God wants to get close it isn’t always fun. Sometimes God wants to clean out the closet. You too may know it isn’t always fun until after the closet is clean. But tonight, I knew God wanted to be present with me. God wanted to spend time with me. Like my dog and child all snuggled up so close. God wanted to invade my space.

When I started to pray, I said, “God, thanks for invading my space. Thanks for being present even when I’m not thinking of you. You always want to be so close. You are such a good father. You teach me in so many ways. I love my space invaders. Thanks for interrupting me through them. Thanks for teaching me how to pray.”


How do you know what healing looks like, are you the healer?

God is not shy about asking questions. In fact, it seems God is a bit fond of asking rhetorical questions. One of God’s first rhetorical questions is noted in Genesis 3:11 after Adam and Eve ate of the apple. God asked them, “Who told you that you were naked?” Of course, Adam and Eve didn’t need to answer the question, nor did they make a verbal response. They were fully aware, they were self-aware, and precisely understood God’s point.

Another question God asked is listed in Genesis 18:14, when God asked Abraham, “Is there anything too hard for the Lord?” This question arose after the story of three visitors coming to tell Abraham that Sarah will have a son. Again, there was no need for explanation. Abraham knew nothing is too hard for the Lord.

One of my favorite rhetorical questions is listed in the book of Job. When God asks, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it?” Those two verses are just part of the beginning of one of the most beautiful rhetorical pieces ever written. It captures who God is and magnifies God with immaculate details. Who better to describe God, than God himself?

This past week as I was singing and worshiping I felt like God asked me a question. The question was, “How do you know what healing looks like, are you the healer?” You may know I suffer from postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome, along with many other complicated ailments. I recently got a port, and I am getting infusions weekly to help with hydration and keeping my electrolytes balanced as much as possible.

Getting infusions is one aspect that is helpful to POTS patients and brings a bit of relief. By no means is it total healing! In fact, even with infusions every night around 8:00 PM or even a little earlier, I feel as though I am getting sick. You know the feeling, when you are tired, cranky, your throat begins to hurt, and overall you feel worn out. I try with all my might to stay awake until 9 pm, and then I crash. The good news is I have been waking up in the morning before 8 AM and I’m able to stay awake a whole 12 hours or more. A year ago, most of the time I couldn’t last 6 hours without taking a nap. So there is an improvement.

Although I am happy with the improvement, I wish I could see more…do more. I would like to see something more tangible and physical – what I determine healing to be.  I would like to run 5 miles a day, do everything possible with my kids, make phenomenal meals, have an immaculate home, be active in my community, church, and so much more. I want to do it all! I guess I want to be some superhero, because really, who alone can do all things well? My ideal healing is nearly impossible for an average person. I’ve defined healing as being able to do whatever I want. As I write this definition on paper, it seems so arrogant, lofty and utterly selfish.

I don’t know what healing looks like. I don’t know what transpires in a body after surgery is performed. As stitches close a wound, I can’t see beneath an incision. Of course, I can see the effects of healing. I can see that I no longer take naps every day. I can see improvement in my blood work. But what is there I can’t see? Hebrews 11:1 says, “Now faith is the evidence of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” All these things I can’t see – my belief, hope, and longing to do so much more. Do I believe?

My belief is running five miles a day, doing everything possible with my kids, making phenomenal meals, having an immaculate home, being active in my community, church, and so much more. It looks like my belief is rooted in selfishness, not healing.  It is rooted in I; not the I AM. Me trying to be super. Ultimately, it’s a superficial healing. It’s what I deemed healing to be. But the real, the real is so much broader than I could ever see.

So I pray, God heal me. Heal me with and by your definition. Not mine. I do not know. I am not the healer. You are the healer. You are the great I AM. Heal me however you see me healed.

Who Took off My Clothes?

If you have read A Little Piece of My Spiritual Journey you probably already know in 2008 and 2009 I thought I was going through the hardest moment of my life and was going to lose something, if not everything. I specifically mention the night my son started to turn blue, and I thought I was going to lose him, and if not him, I would definitely lose our house, car, or whatever else we had, due to medical bills. We had 5 hard medical years. Now, I laugh, because it has been 10 years. Regardless, in those dark moments, I realized as I wrote in A Little Piece of My Spiritual Journey “I had never felt so stripped in my life, I felt like I was walking around completely exposed.” I had generous neighbors pay our mortgage, I had a mother’s group I attended, Mothers of Preschoolers (MOPS) give us money, I was given groceries and most importantly my child lived, and blessings didn’t stop. Still, blessing haven’t stopped, but things haven’t been easy. In fact, I almost feel things are harder now.

For instance, recently I have been given the diagnoses of losing brain mass. I have a long medical history starting from the day of my birth being told I would not live through the night. Now 37 years later by God’s grace, I am still alive after fighting death numerous times. Currently, I battle 2 diseases (asthma and GERD) and four hospitals are currently looking for other diseases, disorders, and/or syndromes. Overall, I am grateful because I have battled and conquered a nasty disease called C-diff. I am so thankful c-diff is gone, but it did leave battle scars.

One scar that continues to open is a syndrome called Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS), I also have multiple disorders’ (Endometriosis, IBS, Fibromyalgia, PMDD, Anxiety, Depression; added with a whole lot of other symptoms.) It’s a lot to manage on top of having medically fragile and/or special needs children. However, after reading an article tonight from Christianity Today I am wondering about vulnerability, because the title of the article in the November 2014 issue is called, “Sorry, Brené Brown: Not All Vulnerability Is Brave.” With that being said, I began to wonder if being as vulnerable as I am, should I be asking the question “Who took off my clothes?” I can’t deny the feeling of being stripped regarding the circumstances that happened in 2008 and 2009. And as funny as it may be I really do have to take off my clothes a lot of the time for all my medical procedures, but I always put them back on after my appointment. Through all of this, I’ve  discovered after my appointment with my neurologist, discussing that my brain mass loss is like the equivalent to dementia I realize I took off my clothes. Of course not literally, but as I was crying outside the hospital sitting next to a cement wall feeling like I should just go live on the streets, I took off my clothes.

It has been a hard battle not being dressed for a few weeks, in fact, the other day I was sitting with my dad (obviously with real tangible clothes on) talking about how he was going to preach a sermon specifically about garments. He mentioned scriptures like Isaiah 61:3 “To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness, that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He might be glorified.” He also mentioned other verses regarding the priestly garments and we discussed his sermon some more. At that time it never occurred to me then that I took off my clothes, specifically my spiritual clothes. I took off the garment of praise. I took the breastplate, the belt of truth….I took everything off. I took off my identity in Christ.

With all that being said, I encourage you to put your clothes on! Isaiah 5:27 is encouraging too.  It says, “No one will be weary or stumble among them, No one will slumber or sleep; Nor will the belt on their loins be loosed, Nor the strap of their sandals be broken.” God encouraged them to fight and keep their clothes on!

So again, I encourage you, put your clothes on! Be strengthened in God’s righteousness, his identity, and his garment. When we are naked, we are ashamed. I’ve been ashamed of my losses, but I don’t have to be. Jesus can cover me just as Isaiah 61:10 says in The Message, “Sing for joy in God, explode in praise from deep in my soul! 
He dresses[s] me up in a suit of salvation, he [fits] me in a robe of righteousness.”

We got some great clothes to wear so let’s put ’em on, and keep ’em on!

What are you bringing to dinner?

On various days when trials seem to occur rapidly throughout the day, I sometimes end up noticing I need an attitude adjustment. For instance, this past week I had my fair share of frustrations and disappointments and my attitude was shining through. On one exhausting afternoon I was questioning what to have for dinner and asked myself, “What am I going to bring to the table?” I must say I don’t bring too much to the table because my husband makes dinner more often than I.  However, in the moment I noticed I had been bringing plenty of hardy meals to the table in the last week filled with various ingredients such as complaints, worry, frustration, exhaustion and whatever else I had in my cabinet.  Have you ever had any of those ingredients in your cabinet? I know there are others, like me, who have been whipping, baking, cooking, or steaming up things for hours, days, weeks or even years, and when we end up sitting down with our friends and family this Thanksgiving they are going to taste anger, bitterness, resentment, hatred, jealousy and other ingredients we’ve stored and poured into our meals.

This week after tasting one of my nauseating meals I decided to read 1 Peter 2:1-2. It says, “Rid yourselves, therefore, of all malice, and all guile, insincerity, envy, and all slander. Like newborn infants, long for the pure, spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow into salvation – if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is good.” How ironic I had worked so hard at making an ELABORATE disaster-tasting dish, and all I needed to do was bring a good old fashion glass of milk? Sometimes we need to get back to the basics. Hebrews 5:12-14 says, “You need milk, not solid food, for everyone who lives on milk, being still an infant, is unskilled in the word of righteousness. But solid food is for the mature, for those whose faculties have been trained by practice to distinguish good from evil.” As easy as it is to taste a meal and discern right away if it is awful, we need to taste and discern the meal that has been cooked in our own heart. This Thanksgiving I encourage you to not only taste wonderful dishes that will be put on a table, but look at the meals you have cooked and the ingredients you have stored in your heart. If a meal needs to be thrown out, or just the ingredients in your cabinet, throw it! If you end up having to start from scratch, don’t worry; there is enough time and plenty of fresh ingredients in Christ’s cabinet to have the best Thanksgiving yet!

There is nothing Love cannot face.

Before I got out of bed today my kids were fighting, my husband and I were frustrated with each other and one of my children was vomiting in the toilet… I didn’t want to face the day. I didn’t want to face another doctor’s appointment. I didn’t want to face frustrations that had built up with my husband. I didn’t want face my kids fighting and their disobedience. I didn’t want to face my bills. I didn’t want to face anything! Then I thought of a picture in one of the bathrooms at my seminary. Yes, in the bathroom – it is where God speaks to me the most! The picture in the bathroom is a delightful version of 1 Corinthians 13 it says, “There is nothing love cannot face; there is no limit to its faith, its hope, its endurance. Love will never come to an end.”

As the day progressed I was able to determine what I really didn’t want to face is fear, lack, sickness, and frustration, but in reality those things were closer to me than my breath. I was facing all those things, and maybe some others I don’t even know about – without love. The truth is I can face fear, lack, sickness, frustration and anything else that comes my way because “There is nothing love cannot face!” So whatever you are facing – sickness, death, loss, rejection, hopelessness, failure… look it straight in the eye and say, “There is nothing love cannot face.”  Jesus conquered it all! Let’s live it out friends.

Rotting Pumpkins!

I have rotting pumpkins.

I’ve been studying Jeremiah lately and tonight reading chapter five in the Message I’ve been stuck on verse 10 “Go down the rows of vineyards and rip out the vines, but not all of them. Leave a few. Prune back those vines! That growth didn’t come from God!”

I often think growth is good. My kids grow an inch and I smile. My flowers bloom and I rejoice. Growth is good right? Then I thought about the rotting pumpkins on my porch. Even though I have sprayed them with bleach, and probably killed a squirrel because s/he took a bite, I still have rotting pumpkins. Growth isn’t all-good and mold can grow even on the prettiest carved pumpkin.

Thinking about my pretty molded pumpkins a question came to my mind: What growth in my life isn’t from God? Even though I may be elegantly carved, produce luscious seeds and a glowing candle to light up the dark, it doesn’t mean I’m with out mold.

Whether you have growing, glowing, or ghostly pumpkins on your porch ask God  what you are growing, glowing and maybe ghostly hiding. Jesus wants your heart no matter what is in it or on it – he can handle any growth good or bad.

Why I Home School

Tonight as I was preparing for another year of home school, I was stressing! To ease my stress, I decided to list out as many reasons I could in a matter of minutes to answer the question “Why do I home school?”  This below list is what I came up.  If you home school your children I hope it encourages you and I would love to hear your list, as it would encourage me along with other readers.  Happy homeschooling!

Why I home school:

  1. Quality education
  2. Safe education
  3. Non isolated atmosphere such as sitting at a peanut free table
  4. Less breathing treatments
  5. Easier
  6. Faster
  7. I get to pick the curriculum
  8. My kids have fun
  9. I have fun
  10. We don’t have to deal with as many b-day parties which cause food and health concerns.
  11. I am my own PTA
  12. My son is not as likely to go into anaphylactic shock.
  13. I’m the nurse
  14. I’m the teacher
  15. I’m the principal
  16. I’m the lunch lady
  17. I’m the recess attendant
  18. There is no bullying
  19. We start when we want to
  20. We end when we want to
  21. I make lunches at noon or later.
  22. I can teach in my pajamas
  23. The kids can be schooled in their pajamas
  24. We can take fun trips at any time.
  25. Sick days don’t have to be excused or have a written letter
  26. I don’t ever have to call the school
  27. I don’t have to deal with food parties at school
  28. I don’t have to go on field trips.
  29. I don’t have to pick them up.
  30. I don’t have to drop them off.
  31. I can give them individual attention on any subject they need.
  32. I get to see their improvement.
  33. I get to encourage them.
  34. I get to teach them.
  35. I get to love them.
  36. I get to provide security for them.
  37. I get to see them excel.
  38. I get to color
  39. I get to play with my kids
  40. I get to create.
  41. I don’t have to any fund raising.
  42. Sports are provided
  43. Music is provided
  44. Art is provided
  45. There are no budget cuts
  46. There are no teacher strikes
  47. They are not out of school for 3 months in the summer.
  48. We can travel
  49. We spend more time together as a family.
  50. We create memories.

I’m Only Human!

Yesterday I woke up thinking, “Why can’t I do it all?!?”  Why can’t I just say the right things (all the time), think the right thoughts (all the time), feel only happy feelings (all the time), be the right mommy (all the time), be the right wife (all the time), be the right (all the time)… Then the next major question that flew into my mind was “Why must I have help?!?” “Why am I not strong enough?” You may be laughing at me or yourself because you might think, “Awe those people who think they can do it all,” or “I am one of those people who can do it ALL, and I do it good!” The truth is we are human!  Sometimes as Christians we forget how frail we are.  A verse that frequently comes to my mind is Psalm 103: 13 “He knows our frame; He is mindful we are dust.” God knows how human we are. Sometimes we forget. We also forget the humanity of Jesus.  Jesus lived life as a human. A human who hurt, a human who laughed, a human who played, a human who cried… A human who needs to be remembered as a God who was human!

Later in the day, while I was driving, (after getting help from someone) the idea of God making a helper for Adam reminded me that I don’t and wasn’t made to do things alone.  From the beginning of mankind God knew we needed help!  He created another helper. I can’t do it all, and that is okay!  I’m not designed to do IT ALL! You can’t do it all, and that is okay! You were not designed to do it ALL!

So give yourself a break! Put up your help wanted sign because we all need help!


Tonight as I was praying I was face down, completing lying down.  When I looked up I noticed that my littlest child had marked our portable air conditioner with pen.  I would have never noticed this unless I was lying on the ground or looking down.  This got me to reflect on the fact when I look down, I usually notice what is broken, what needs help, what needs to be cleaned, what needs to be painted, what needs to be rearranged … the list goes on.  After a moment I thought, it’s good to look down!  It is good to look down into my life, and the lives of others who also might be broken, needing help, needing a bit of rearranging, needing an eraser to wipe off the scribbles of rejection, need healing, needing comfort … as before, the list goes on.  Although I usually like to look up or at the bright side of things, there is a sense of awe when we look down.  Perhaps we would be more like Jesus if we spent time looking down rather than looking up.

Dancing Heart

I just got back from dancing! Well, not literally, but allegorically my heart went dancing. Ironically, my dancing heart resulted from some much-needed alone time. I had plans to meet a friend, but on my way to meet her, I cancelled. I needed to be alone! I felt bad, but it was a must. Sometimes, each one of us has to say, “No, I’m not going to make it.”

On the other hand, something I rarely say no to are books. One book I’m currently reading for seminary is The Leadership Ellipse, by Robert Fryling. Fryling’s forth chapter is titled “A Dancing Heart.” Hence, where I get the allegory of a dancing heart. In the fourth chapter he mentions a story about his friend explaining in order to be a “present” for others, we need to be in God’s “presence.” For me, I cognitively became aware of His presence in my alone time while sitting at PF Changs. I have to admit once in a while I have special nights where I retreat to a bar with a book and bible. I refer to these “special nights” as my book, bar and bible nights. They make me happy!

Anyway…reflecting back on the idea of being a present, earlier this week I wanted to buy some gifts for various friends. Although I wanted to buy certain presents, my bank account was telling me I shouldn’t. My obvious thought was in order to give I should have enough money to pay for each gift. Even though this is an obvious dilemma it got me thinking how bankrupt our society is physically, emotionally, and spiritually. If we don’t have anything in us, we have nothing to give. No one can give on empty! Tonight, being alone, I got something. I got revived, rejuvenated! I feel alive. I have something to give.

Overall, it was mandatory that I stop and take a moment to bask in nothingness. Although, I was alone, enjoying my nothingness, I was receiving so much in return. In my nothingness I gained peace, a bundle of joy, and a whole lot of happiness.  Going back to Fryling, he describes when one is in God’s presence there is a natural enthusiastic response. For example, Acts 3:8 “Walking and leaping and praising God.” Walking and leaping is the best analogy that describes my dance after being in His Presence.  I hope you can take time to be alone and rest in His presence too.