Bathroom Revival…..

October 25th, 2009



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When water started leakng through the ceiling in our living room about a month ago, we realized that the floor in our upstairs bathroom was in major need of repair!

It’s one of those things that probably could have been fixed in a simpler way, but when I found ceramic tile on sale at our local carpet store and was so tired of the 16-year old white linoleum, I decided that a little bit of subbing money could bring new life to a very “used” room in our house.

I find my morning “bathroom” time to be one of the few “undivided” moments of my life, so I also had this inspiration to transform Todd and Olivia’s “morning moments” into a little bit of a revival.

I know my blogging has been hit or miss for a while now.  I told Tim I felt a little like Forrest Gump when he ran and ran and ran and then suddenly he just said, “I’m going home now,” and he turned around and started walking home.

I’ve just felt a little weary lately, like I’ve ran out of words.

I have to be true to myself and true to you.

If the words won’t come, I just can’t write.

So, I thought I’d give you a little tour of our bathroom revival.

I’ll let God’s Words speak to you from a little corner of our house hopefully straight to your heart. 🙂

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My mom cross-stitched this as a wedding gift to us almost 24 years ago!!new hair and new bathroom 048  new hair and new bathroom 040

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Love you all.

Thanks for checking in even when I seem to have “checked out.”

Praying for words and listening for Him,


Early Morning Revival…….

October 23rd, 2009


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An early morning revival.

Have you ever needed one?

I need one every day.

Problem is, sometimes I try to start the day other ways.


Getting things done on my list of things to do.


Doing laundry.

Or whatever seems to be pressing on my mind or in my life.

But the truth is this:

The only days that turn out somewhat “good” are the days that begin with an early morning revival.  I don’t mean “good” in the sense that everything goes my way.  I mean “good” in that I know I’m not alone.  I’ve invited Him to walk with me instead of trying to walk alone.

So, today I chose to start my day with Him.

And in the darkness of the morning with just Him, I was reminded that being content in a worldly sense is not true contentment.  And I learned that my love for Him needs to be a crazy kind-of love.  I discovered that feeling like I have “enough God” should  not be my goal, but longing for “more of God” should be my heart’s desire.

So, today, I start my day in awe of Him Who loves us all with an extremely crazy love and Who offers a contentment the world can’t provide.

And while I know that knowing God is enough, I want to know Him more and more and more………


The Strangest Dream…….

October 21st, 2009


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Have you ever woke up in the morning and thought, “I dreamt all night long,”

and then sat and tried to remember your dream.

Well, I did this morning, because I knew that there was something about it that I needed to remember.

See, my dream went from fun to very scary to very desperate to very peaceful.  Now you know I’m not one who normally shares my dreams, so please understand I only do this because it was so vivid and so spiritually moving to me.

It started at church with Olivia and her friends.  We were having fun and there was even a party going on with kids in costumes.  Some of the moms were even dressed up.  At the end of the party, I was taking a few the girls home and somehow we were parked far from the church on a very dark road with huge dogs barking on chains.  We jumped into the car and took off down the road.

I put the radio on KLove-my favorite station-and the girls were all laughing and talking when they broke in on the radio and said for everyone to take cover.  There was an “earth emergency.”  Suddenly, the weather seemed different and as I drove I could see people running everywhere and there were police at every intersection.  For some reason, we stopped at a grocery store and people were running in and out with bags full of water and all kinds of supplies.

Somehow, I lost all the girls.  I tried to call my mom but my cell phone started fogging up and wouldn’t work anymore.

I ran into the parking lot and by now was hysterical.

I tripped and fell in the gravel and found myself face down in the rocks crying and praying…..finally praying.  Honestly, it was the first time in my dream I had had the thought to pray.  I remember feeling so guilty that I had waited until I was face down in the gravel to cry out to God. 

The next thing I knew I was leaning against the edge of the store sitting on the ground and right in front of me sitting on the ground was Jesus…smiling.

But He said the weirdest thing.  He said, “Hold onto my feet.”

I remember taking His feet in my hands and wondering if I would see the scars but I didn’t, and I remember that His feet felt like hands in my hands.  He was smiling the whole time.  Then this little boy came running around the corner asking for money and Jesus reached up with His hand and suddenly two dollars appeared.  The boy was amazed and then threw a candy wrapper at Jesus and said something like, “What can you do with this?”

Jesus picked up the wrapper and tossed it towards the boy, but as it fell I remember that it was still a wrapper and Jesus kind-of laughed like He was playing a joke with the boy.  The boy then ran off with the two dollars clutched in his hand.

I also remember that even in the midst of all of this, I let go of Jesus’ feet for just a second to try and call my mom (sorry, Tim, I’m just telling it like it happened).

Then I woke up.


I woke up tired.

I searched the Bible this morning for Scriptures about Jesus’ feet and I found this one that really struck me.

Matthew 28
The Resurrection

1After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb.

2There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. 3His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. 4The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men.

5The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. 6He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. 7Then go quickly and tell his disciples: ‘He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.’ Now I have told you.”

8So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples. 9Suddenly Jesus met them. “Greetings,” he said. They came to him,

clasped his feet and worshiped him.

I had never thought about the fact that when the women saw Jesus they “clasped His feet.”

If I am happy to see someone, I usually hug them.  I can honestly say I have never “clasped” anyone’s feet when I have met them on the road or in a store.

But in my dream, Jesus said, “Hold my feet.”

I know one thing.  Because I was holding His feet, He was free to help the little boy.  Even in my desperate time of need, Jesus was able to provide for those around me…and somehow still be “fully present” for me.  It was such a special feeling.

And I found it so strange that Jesus didn’t give the little boy a candy bar too?  At first I was so surprised.  But, I felt at that moment like Jesus was saying to the little boy,

“I will provide what you need…and you need two dollars.”

I also know that it was humbling to hold onto His feet.  He almost had to convince me that it was okay.

And because I was holding His feet, He couldn’t walk away from me. 

He was there.


In the middle of a chaos-filled grocery store parking lot where I had lost not only Olivia but also several of her friends….Jesus was there.


I also realized that it took me way too long in my dream to cry out to Him, but He patiently waited until I did.

I’m sure He would have met me much earlier in my dream.  In the dark alley with the barking dogs.  Or on the road in the car with the girls when everything became so scary.

if I would have cried out then He would have brought peace sooner, but I didn’t. 

How long will we wait until we cry out to Him?

I also know that when it comes right down to it, the only person I can give an answer for when facing Jesus is me.

And the only person you can give an answer for is you.

We can’t live in fear of the end times even though watching the news may sometimes make us feel afraid.

We can’t live our lives running from everything that is uncertain.

God longs for us to sit down, lean back on our wall of faith, and hold onto Jesus’ feet.

He’s there.


And nothing.  Absolutely nothing should keep us from holding on tightly!

I’m thankful for a dream that I will never forget.



Resting in Him…..

October 19th, 2009


Gods peace Isaiah 49:16

See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands…

It’s sometimes more than I can grasp.

I am engraved on the palms of God’s Hands.

So are you.

He who holds the entire universe together…..also holds our lives together.

He who set everything in motion and had a “HUGE” plan……also has plans for us today.

He who gave His Son for the sins of mankind……gave His Son for the sins of me and you.

If I can sit back and rest in this, what else really matters?

My “to-do” list seems so insignificant when held in His Hands.

My worries seem so tiny when placed upon His Fingertips.

My struggles seem so bearable when I consider the mighty power of the One Who holds me.

Even my grief becomes something I can bear when placed in the Hands of Him who promises to comfort me in my sadness.

See, God doesn’t just promise to hold onto us.  He promises to hold us so tightly that we are literally engraved into His hands.  I love that thought.

Today, I pray that I can let go of everything but Him.

Praying you can too,


Everyone Needs a King…

October 18th, 2009



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Yesterday, a friend and I took our kids and a couple of their friends to see the movie “Where the Wild Things Are.”

I love this children’s book, so I couldn’t wait to see the movie!

As I sat there watching Max trying to convince the creatures of the lost island that he was a “king,” I couldn’t help but think that we all long to have some sort of significance in this world.  At home, Max was facing a sister who treated her friends with more love than they did him and a mom who was wrapped up in the stress of her job and the excitement of her new boyfriend.  Suddenly he found himself in a land where, although scary, he had a chance to be ruler!

Max made all kinds of promises when the creatures ask if he could take away their sadness and loneliness.  At first, Max seemed to be capable of keeping his word….

But slowly, envy, jealousy, insecurity, and all kinds of other negative emotions began to overtake the creatures and Max found himself hearing statements from the creatures like,

“No king can keep the promises you make..”


“We can’t trust you.  Things are always changing.”

As I sat there watching the sad, sad creatures and the bewildered Max, I couldn’t help but think of our world where truly things seem “wilder” every day.

SO many people are looking to others to be their “king.”

Unfortunately, there is no one on this planet-no friend, no family member, no political leader-who can truly create in our life a sense of constant peace, joy, and safety.

Only Christ is capable of giving us what we long for deep within our hearts.

If you’re feeling like others are looking to you for more than you can give them, point them to Him.

Or If you’re searching for peace, I hope you’ll choose Him-the King of Kings!

He can meet you right “where the wild things are!”

Too Busy………….

October 15th, 2009


One of the signs that my life has become way too busy is when I begin to “slip” at making entries on my blog!

It’s not that I haven’t been reading and reflecting. It’s just that I find myself doing a lot more “mental” reflecting than written. This frustrates me, because I often lose some of my thoughts somewhere between carpooling, grocery shopping, having company, doing laundry, and cooking dinner!!!

On the other hand, I think that my blog sometimes needs a break from me…..if that makes sense.

I never started blogging so that I would have something to say every day.

So, when I get into those times where I begin to feel “pressured” as if I am going to get a bad grade or something for not posting a new blog entry, then I know I need to pull back and reevaluate the reason I blog.

I blog because I love Jesus and I want to share His love with you.

I blog because it helps me grow closer to God.

I blog because it gives my children, my friends, and maybe even my extended family, a little “insight” into my heart that I may not be able to share in words. My mom said I always sent notes as a little girl instead of “talking” about something that was on my heart. I would leave notes on my mom’s pillow or wherever I thought she would find them when I wasn’t around.

I blog because it helps me heal from my grief in a very personal way.

I blog because it has allowed me to make new friends as well as develop closer relationships with some people I already knew.

But, I don’t ever want to blog just because I think my words mean anything.

My words never will.

His Words are all that matter to me.

So from my heart I just wanted to say that I am thankful for all of you who visit me here and for all of who you are committed to loving and learning from HIS WORDS.

Thank you for loving me even when I am a “slipping blogger!”

Forever Falling for Him,



As we were sitting in the carpool line this morning, I heard Olivia suddenly gasp for breath. As I looked over at her, she was grinning ear to ear as she watched the “boy” that she thinks is so very “cute and sweet” walk into the school ahead of her.

There “he” was.

In his football jersey.

Looking like such a handsome 13-year old boy.

As I left the middle school and headed to the high school for the next stop in the carpool journey, I was wondering to myself,

“Does thinking about God or seeing God work still take my breath away?”

I hope so!

I hope that my breaths are used to praise Him………………..

Psalm 150

1 Praise the LORD.
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heavens.

2 Praise him for his acts of power;
praise him for his surpassing greatness.

3 Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,
praise him with the harp and lyre,

4 praise him with tambourine and dancing,
praise him with the strings and flute,

5 praise him with the clash of cymbals,
praise him with resounding cymbals.

6 Let everything that has breath praise the LORD.
Praise the LORD.


Bible Suggestions????

October 10th, 2009


I have met another family through email who is running a very small orphanage in India-very far from the one we visited-and they are in need of 15 Bibles for the children they are taking care of there.


We would be happy to send Bibles from Nick’s foundation but want to be a good steward of resources, so I’m wondering if anyone knows of a place where I could purchase Bibles for these children at a very low price.


If anyone has any ideas or links to recommend, I would be so thankful!



I remembered that I hadn’t yet chosen a winner in the drawing for the book Hugs: Bible Reflections for Women, so I went back to that post from September to make my selection. I was in a rush and thought “I’ll just pick number four whoever it is!”

Well, it was Natalie, so I went to her blog to tell her that she had won and realized that Natalie is a friend I have met through my blog who has also lost a child.

And I had stopped by her blog over a month ago to check in and had read that her other daughter had run away from home.

When I went back today, I realized that she has not posted any news since August 8th when this happened. I felt so horrible for not checking in sooner.

I just thought that God laying this “book drawing” on my heart at this minute as I walking out the door and then leading me to just pick a number when I usually write down all names and do a drawing was so Providential in that He wants all of us to pray for Natalie and her family.

You can go to http://byhisgrace-adkins.blogspot.com/ to send Natalie a note.

Love you all. Thanks for being faithful in prayer.



Matt. 14:17

“We have here only five loaves of bread and two fish,” they answered.

I read this passage and I can’t help but think of our recent yard sale for the Mid-India Christian Mission……….Some may have thought,

“We have only people’s discarded items.”

At first glance, it looked liked rooms and rooms of simply unwanted “things.”

But I think God loves the word “only.”

It’s almost as if the challenge is set before Him and He is ready to work!

So, He takes discarded items and creates……

treasures for new families
funds for an orphanage
bonding time for friends who spent the days together preparing
an opportunity for different church families to work as one


now today……

an opportunity to help restore life for a family with four children whose life was changed earlier this week by the loss of their home to a fire.

I just love God.

Then I think of how He created man “only” from dust.

And how He told Abraham to take his “only son” to Moriah where he was supposed to offer him as a sacrifice

And how He split the Red Sea with “only” a simple man and his staff

And how He saved Rahab by using “only” a red scarf

And on and on and on………God works through “only”s

Then the best part comes……..He gave us a way to spend eternity with Him by giving His and one “only” Son.


And because of this we have Hope!!!

And the “only” in this passage is one we don’t have to worry about! I am so thankful!

I Corinthians 15

13If there is no resurrection of the dead, then not even Christ has been raised. 14And if Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith. 15More than that, we are then found to be false witnesses about God, for we have testified about God that he raised Christ from the dead. But he did not raise him if in fact the dead are not raised. 16For if the dead are not raised, then Christ has not been raised either. 17And if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile; you are still in your sins. 18Then those also who have fallen asleep in Christ are lost. 19If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are to be pitied more than all men.

20But Christ has indeed been raised from the dead, the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep. 21For since death came through a man, the resurrection of the dead comes also through a man. 22For as in Adam all die, so in Christ all will be made alive.

We have hope in Christ beyond this life!

Not “only” in this life!

That’s what I cling to in my grief! I hope you cling to that too.