Posts Tagged ‘spiritual’

Wednesday’s Word

Wednesday, April 26th, 2017

A Little Doubt Goes A Long Way!

“But let him ask in faith, with no doubting for he who doubts is like a wave in the sea driven and tossed by the wind. For let not that man suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in ALL (emphasis added) in his ways.”

 James 1:7-8

Wow, it’s already Wednesday! I’m so glad you could join me for Wednesday’s Word and Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and Trench Classes United. I love this portion of scripture and we can never over-learn it, repeat it too much or live it too well! Grab your coffee, your Strand of Faith and let’s go tie some knots!

Have you ever been going through something…for a long time and dare to look up and ask “Why can’t you just make it stop? Why can’t you just fix this or heal me, or give me a break? “Why do you have to allow this?” (My hand is quietly rising!)

And then you read a scripture like James 1:7-8! Don’t you just want to throw your hands up in frustration? I mean, maybe I’m the only one here, but if I hear one more person say maybe He doesn’t want you to republish, or maybe your faith isn’t strong enough, or you’re doubting, or you’re not praying enough, I think I am going to scream…or get on my broom and take a very long ride! J J

Those spiritual subliminal messages from those who “care” can really do more damage than good, but I’m so glad that His principles and promises are there to guide us to the truth and they are ours for the asking.

So if I’m honest, I still dare to ask, “So why haven’t I been picked up by a agent/publisher…yet?” Could it be that there is a tiny seed of doubt within somewhere that is clogging up the process? I get to thinking about this quite often and finally the light turned on: could it be that I have doubted Him as to where or when the “break” is going to take place? Have I been so bound by my insecurities that I have demanded my own way of healing…someone to swoop in and represent me?

As I allowed that conviction to work its way down into my heart, I knew it had to be true for there were no clogs and the conviction landed quite comfortably, making me humbly uncomfortable!

When I read these verses, my heart absorbed their painful truth and I was reminded of what I had learned years ago about a mustard seed of faith, which talks about not just the size but mostly the purity of our faith. (A mustard seed is the only seed that cannot be cross-pollinated!) As that truth collided with these words, I was amazed at how quickly a little doubt could come in and infect our faith. And then to read that if I doubt my God, His sovereignty, His provision and protection in just one area of my life, I am unstable in ALL my ways! Oh, Mylanta, but I don’t want to be considered unstable in any of my ways.

So back to this question of representation: just because it doesn’t look like I think it’s going to look, does that mean He’s withholding that representation? Not only no, but heck no! His ways are not my ways and I am certain that He will multi-task and accomplish things for my good and His glory, things like ridding me once and for all of my insecurity that rises to a new level any time I dare to compare myself to others who are represented in the publishing world. He will once again refine my faith while loving me through this time in a way I’ve never experienced.

It’s going to be one of those free-falling experiences a fall where my faith can only increase and doubt will disappear and He and I, well, our hearts will be entwined and I will be considered stable in all my ways!

How about you? Is there any area of your life that is requiring a doubt-check? Oh, friend, a little doubt can go a long way in inhibiting our faith. May I encourage you to feed your faith and starve your doubts this week…and next…and every tomorrow!


P.S. Join me for Coffee Hour Live today at 10:00 a.m. PST for Step 6 to Loving the Unlovable


Monday’s Mantra

Monday, April 24th, 2017

Live with all of your senses!

Monday, Monday…thanks for joining us for Monday’s Mantra and Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and Trench Classes United. The days are just whizzing right on by, aren’t they? Grab your coffee or your favorite break—time beverage and come on in.

You know you’ve been to church when the message and everything else is still echoing in the seat of your mind, the aftershocks flickering down into the hallways of the heart. That’s how Easter Sunday was for me. It wasn’t just the message that was spoken but an extra a-ha moment I received while listening to the message, and it wasn’t necessarily brought up by the one speaking the message, but by The One Who inspired the message.

The Pastor was talking about the way people view the resurrection: either it’s a myth a metaphor or the most important event in history. He then gave eight facts to dispute the first two of these. There were two of the eight that really kept me thinking days after the message had been preached. He talked about the first witnesses, women who were looked down upon, considered less than, women whose influence was zippo, nada! And then there are the doubting disciples whose doubt was changed to belief, so much so that they all died for their conviction that He had risen and conquered eternal death.

In Luke 24: 36-43, Jesus appeared before all of His disciples shortly after His resurrection. In this portion of scripture we read that they saw Him, heard Him and they touched Him. If He didn’t have any fragrance left from the oils His skin received at the time of His burial, then perhaps it’s the fish they smelled as He ate right in front of Him.  He engaged all of their senses so they would not be able to refute the reality of Him once He had ascended to be with His Father. Incidentally, can you touch, taste or see a myth or metaphor?

So what does this have to do with us? How many of us live in the moments, effected by all of our senses? Do we look with our eyes, and the eyes of our heart for opportunities to be that resurrected Jesus to others? Do we take in the beauty around us? Do we listen with both our ears, and our heart before daring to bee that resurrected Jesus to a hurting soul, a person in need? Do we take time to stop and listen to the music of His exquisite creation of birds? How is it that we reach out and touch someone with our resources, not just monetary resources, but a touch of compassion, understanding and empathy? Have we ever just hugged on someone while they were hurting and not tried to fix them? And what would it be like if our hearts broke over what breaks His, to taste that righteous anger, literally, in our mouths and in our minds for the injustice that happens because of free will? How often do we taste His goodness in our lives, let alone thank Him for the blessing of provision of every single meal?

Oh, Coffee Hour Friend, may we live with all of our senses that we may be a testimony of our Risen Jesus, the One waiting to enter into the hearts of the lost, to encourage the discouraged, troubled, to be peace among chaos, a light in the dark…through all of us who dare to live with all of our senses.



P.S. Join me for Coffee Hour Live today at 10:00 a.m. PST for Step 6 to Loving the Unlovable

Faith-Filled Friday

Friday, April 21st, 2017

Welcome back to Faith-filled Friday!

It has been some time since I have been able to take to physical yet heartfelt dance. As I was out on my morning hunt for a picture to take the other day, I found one and grabbed it, well I grabbed several. As I squeezed the button a few times, the thought of dancing crossed my mind. Not the type that is upon dance floors in nightclubs, but more the kind that goes on between things in nature.

When I took this picture of the sun with the palm tree, it just seemed to really prompt a movement within me. I started thinking about all the distance in between and yet they are still connected. Some might think because the sun is 92 million miles from earth; that it has nothing to do with a simple palm tree. This photosynthesis effect of growth from so far away has always been most mind boggling to me.


It suddenly came to me that perhaps I am part of the equation? Maybe God has created the very curiosity within me. Perhaps this curiosity and enjoyment of appreciation is the dance floor for that warming and life-giving sun to create a sort of photosynthesis of being grateful enough to receive it on a spiritual level. Perhaps the palm tree that is considered a weed yet so beautiful and brilliant in the wind is the proof of life I am still here despite depression and heartbreak. Perhaps the fog between the 2 this morning was the light filter that let me grab such a photograph without one drowning out the other.

Is God in this natural fog filled light filter? Did he know I would get something from it and share it with others? It amazes me the countless ways in which we can absorb such beauty and gifts from a higher power, yet to so easily be missed.


A dance never happens by chance. It is never appreciated and enjoyed because we are required to love such a thing. These things that happen all around us that are in sync in one way or another. We lose the ability to not only appreciate but ultimately even notice them because we are not able to always see them due to the craziness and buzz of the world that never seems to stop. When you stop and take the time to just notice, to let yourself be the dance floor for such beautiful things to dance upon, it brings such a peace and harmony that opens us up more to the other things like birds singing, worms burrowing, flowers opening to the morning sun and even the early fog that just might have been sent for me to take a simple photo to share and talk about with you. All while the sun and palm dance within me in peace, in harmony.


I have prayed for so many years since my accident for God to let me not only dance once again but run. Perhaps I didn’t get to do that on this particular morning, but that sure doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy this other dance that happens daily in so many things, especially within. The day will come when I break through the shackles of pain and dance down the street looking weird, but it won’t matter because I’ll dance as if no one is watching…


Much love out to each and every one of you, my friends,


Tuesday’s Trench Truth and Invitation too

Tuesday, April 18th, 2017

Welcome to Tuesday’s Trench Truth and Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and Trench Classes United. I’m excited to share a true story with you that really drives this particular trench truth today. Grab your coffee and come on in.

Last Sunday, we were invited to lunch with a couple we’d been trying to connect with for weeks. You know how that is; making the time to take the time is…well, challenging when you have a lot going on, right? But finally, it happened and the funny thing about it is it wasn’t planned; it was spontaneous! She gave me the time and the place, and just like that, it was set.

As we were driving we realized they were right in front of us – they have a really fun, fast car – so when we pulled into the parking lot, it was simultaneously and I was able to see him go around to her side, and not only open her door, but take her hand and help her out! Who knows, maybe because of how low the car sits J 🙂 J but it was still so sweet to watch, especially considering he’s a pretty big guy and she’s pretty tiny.

Anyway, as soon as I got closer I felt her tension – body language says so much, doesn’t it? And as we made our way up the stairs, she just blurted out, “Can I talk to you for just a moment?”
“Sure.” So we went back down the stairs as our husbands went inside.  With the first stair we went down, she began to share what was bothering her. It had everything to do with one of her adult children, and she was so frightened, so upset, and so much so she was shaking. Have you ever been there? I listened to her and when she was done, I gave her a couple of solutions and decided it would be good to share those with her daughter. She dialed her daughter’s number and I got to talk with her long enough to suggest she not do what she was going to do and then, POOF, she was gone due to a bad signal on our end! Talk about helpless!

When we went back up inside, I noticed it was hard for her to concentrate. She was having a very hard time just letting go and letting God. I looked right at her and just said “God grant me the serenity…”

She smiled…but only for a second. It was really difficult for her to just let go and let God. It was obvious that her well-being was wrapped up in the well-being of her adult children in such a way that borders on unhealthy and interrupts her own sanity and peace of mind.

How do we work through that? How do we get to a point where our own well-being is not dependent upon others’ well-being?

Here’s one solution: We usually feel “let down” because we need to “put down” our expectations! Join us to learn healthy relational expectations that fuel us with hope and free us from anger.

Looking forward to working with you

P.S. Join us for Coffee Hour live on Thursday at 10:00 PST! Let’s talk about Step 5 in Loving the Unlovable(s) in your life!


Monday’s Mantra

Monday, April 17th, 2017

Take Him at His Word!

Welcome to Monday’s Mantra and Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and Trench Classes United. I’m so glad you could join me today. Grab your coffee, or whatever your favorite break-time beverage is, and let’s talk about change.

When I say the word “change” to you, what comes to mind? Do you tense up at all, or does your heart kind of skip a beat, or tighten? Can you tell I’ve experienced so many side effects from the challenge of change? I used to wonder what it would be like to be able to embrace change, to ride it like a surfer rides a wave, sort of like poetry in motion, or to be unmoved as a branch abiding in a tree on a windy day. How can one go through change without allowing our faith to waiver?

Recently our church announced it was changing its 50+ year-old name and when I talked with one of the associate pastors about it, he gave me a great example: When God was doing a new thing within the Biblical giants, and wanted to establish a new identity, He changed their name: for example, Abram became Abraham and he went from “high father, prophet” to “father of many nations.”  His wife, Sarai, (dominative, my princess) became Sarah, which translates to “mother of nations.”  Simon, which means “God has heard,” became Peter, which means (a piece of) rock, i.e., stable, firm, steadfast in his faith. Then there’s Saul, which translates to uproar, as in destruction, who was changed to Paul, which means “pause, desist, refrain,” i.e., a man of self-control!

But in order to receive their name change, their story had to change; God had to do a new thing.

It’s no different today. For our stories to change, we have to let the Author do the changing, the re-writing and the editing for He owns the copyright! We must take the risk and take a leap of faith by taking God at His Word. His promises never lie, never fail and never bounce and they’re all for our good!

So when change comes your way, do you want to ride the change like a pro surfer, looking like poetry in motion, abiding in Him as a branch on a tree on a windy day? Find a promise in His Word and make it yours! Begin to take Him at His Word!

Bending like a branch in the wind…



Faith Filled Fridays

Friday, April 14th, 2017

Welcome back everyone to Faith Filled Friday. If you hadn’t realized yet, I’m a pretty introspective person. But lately I have been trying to look even deeper, looking to understand why I feel things more than most people. Introspection has been something I have had my entire life. It can certainly take a toll on me, that is, to feel things so deep, but on the other hand it can be such a gift sometimes. I really want that out of life. I want to feel everything. I want to not only feel the wind on my face, but feel the words that people speak in conversation. I want to not only see the stars above my head but feel them from within.

Since the accidents I have been in, life surely has turned around and headed me in a different direction. I have really learned what it is like having to change life on a dime and go in a new direction. I can feel the fear that I have carried for so long, the fear that I finally started dismantling some years back. It’s taken so long and as I have overcome in some areas, I have worsened in others.


Sure I want to feel life, but I am so tired of feeling so much of the physical and emotional pain. I seek to feel balance. I have always sought balance in life, but I am uncertain how to feel it. Ghandi once said: “Where there is love, there is life.” I want so bad to share the things I love and am passionate about with someone I love. It seems so much at times that it can burst out of me at the seams. It might sound weird but every morning I wake, I do it for love. Every morning I tell myself that I want to not be led down the rabbit hole of hate, despair, negativity. When I wake I think of what I’d like to get done for the day and what I can get done for the day. Sure there is always work to do, but what can I do for the world, for friends, for others, for myself?


I have spent so much of my life putting others first. I often don’t think I even realize how much. I used to tell my last girlfriend that for me it was my church. She would want me to go to church with her, but things from childhood make it hard. I don’t want to go to a spiritual place to feel fear or have to pray. I want to feel spirituality in helping others. It’s then when I can feel an incredible feeling of being humble, being thankful, living life beyond the common denominator. I have been shamed so much in life for this. I can see why people have shared that with me. I used to say no. But if I really am open to this thing called feeling, well I really needed to not see what a few others have told me, but feel it. When I allowed myself to feel, I realized that in part they were right. I have often helped others to circumvent maybe taking on my own problems, maybe even my own feelings. So I have been working on me in a different way, and in more than one way.


I will continue to rise for love, but I am also learning more and more to rise for the love of myself. I really started thinking lately about how we can invite others to feel more and express in a productive mannerism than respond in some form of default mode to the things they see that bug us. I just know that the world seems to be on auto pilot of so much negativity. I feel I have so much to share with people, something that could make people close their eyes and feel the rain on their face, feel the cool water from the ocean as it rides to the beach upon a wave at its peak, to then feel the sand withdraw from the back of the ankles. Not so much just in the physical world, but the soul. To feel things that deep inside is intense, but we have to also protect ourselves from those who see these deep feelings and sensitivities as a default. To feel intensely is to wake within self.


So it all goes back to the balance of things… I want to seek more balance in life, to feel it rising from both sides of the heart and soul. Is that what being complete might be? Is there ever really such a thing? I am all ears at this point, but more importantly I am all in…a sort of sensory feeling from the watchtower…


Much love everyone,


Wednesday’s Word

Wednesday, April 12th, 2017

His Unchanging Changes Everything!

Hebrews 13:8 Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.

Thanks so much for joining us for Coffee Hour and Wednesday’s Word @ Chicklit Power and Trench Classes United. I can’t wait to share with you how this scripture came to life for me just days ago. My prayer is that it encourages your heart in whatever circumstance that you are in, especially those circumstances that you believe may change everything for the not-so-good! Grab your coffee, your strand of faith and let’s go tie some knots in our faith. I’ll be picking up from where we left off on Monday’s Mantra.

When I got my job assignment on Friday for the following Monday, it was for my favorite L.A. firm with the infamous attorney who represents authors and agents, and the case I was assigned to just happened to be one of his, but the deposition notice said he wasn’t taking the deposition; one of his colleagues was.

It was actually an interesting case, and the witness was actually Jeff’s client. A guy from Germany who has invented this really cool thing – I can’t divulge what it is but I can say it comes out in January 2018. He was a really good witness and after the deposition we got to talking. He was bragging about how good his attorney is.

“I know,” I replied. “I’m trying to get him to help me because one of my publishers who published three of my books is going out of business and now I’m out of a publisher. I need to talk to him!” I sounded desperate to my own ears.

“You need to get him as your attorney,” he affirmed.

No kidding, I muttered to myself. I began to daydream about creative ways to get Jeff’s attention, and the witness brought me out of my creative fog as he recounted an interaction with him and Jeff.

We both laughed about Jeff’s aggressive attorney style and agreed that he really fights for his clients, though sometimes a bit too much. Then this witness said something that about knocked me over because I felt the wind go out of me, like the helium out of a balloon. “The only reason I got him is because Kevin Costner is one of my investors in this project and he represents Kevin Costner.”

No wonder he won’t talk to me, I thought to myself, along with about a hundred other negative thoughts. This changes everything, I remember thinking, as I numbly began packing up my equipment, wanting only to get the heck out of there and have me a talk with Abba. And then all of a sudden, the door opens. Guess who walks in? Yup, Jeff!

They shook hands and Jeff even gave him a side hug. He looked at his colleague and then did a quick cursory look at me and then something like recognition twitched in his eyes and he said, “Hey, how are you?”

“Good.” I didn’t waste a second and didn’t care if I sounded desperate. “I so need to talk with you, just 15 minutes of your time, because I know you’re really busy.”
“I know; I know.”
His client had handed him the product sample and before he opened the box I slipped in another plea.

“Are you going to be around tomorrow?”
He hesitated, holding the box up and removing the lid, “Yeah, I’ll be around tomorrow.”

“Can I call you tomorrow?”

I finished packing up, went and visited the little girls’ room and as I was walking back towards the conference room, they were walking out.  I said a friendly good-bye and added, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

I grabbed my stuff and headed for the elevator on auto pilot. I was numb, in a way, and yet, to me, it explained why we hadn’t talked. I mean for Pete’s sake, he represents Kevin Costner and what in the world does he want to talk to Evinda Lepins for? The best way to describe how I felt is by just having you envision a helium balloon whose helium was evaporating at a more than normal rate of speed. I was so discouraged, frustrated and to be honest, a bit humiliated. Talk about a huge piece of humble pie! Maybe I’m just not good enough was a thought that accompanied me all the way home on the train. By the time I got in my car, I had put it to rest…until the next morning in my quiet time, my own coffee hour with God.

I voiced my questions, cried out my frustrations, feeling hard-pressed like that olive, knowing something good had to come out of this, but not sure what at this point. I really kept thinking this changes everything. I told God “I don’t want to hope anymore; I’m so close to throwing in the towel, especially when I compare myself to others who seem to have hundreds of likes and views without so much effort. And now I don’t even have a publisher for three of my books. How does one promote the message without promoting themselves?” I fired all of this at Him and then added, “I KNOW YOU KNOW MY HEART, GOD and while I’m not doing this to be famous, I’d love a little help here!”

As you can surely tell, I was getting pretty deep into my pity party, and then, in the depths of my soul, I felt a stirring of my faith and it whispered louder than all my frustrations: “I am the same today as I was yesterday and this doesn’t change anything, including My plan for your books.”

Well, that was a sweet but serious slap on the behind! He talked to me the way I talk to my transformers. It was like hearing an echo as He reminded me, as I have reminded them; that when circumstances happen beyond our comprehension, He doesn’t get knocked off His throne…for nothing; He never changes and because of His unchanging love, this really does change everything…for the better!

Coffee Hour friend, what are you going through that you feel has changed everything in a bad way? Can I encourage you to change your focus and lift it to the One who is still in control, serving you by working ALL things for your good and His glory?

Join me tomorrow for Thursday’s Trench Truth and for Coffee Hour Live where we will be discussing step 3 to Loving the Unlovable!



Monday’s Mantra

Monday, April 10th, 2017

Nothing Knocks Him off His Throne!

Thanks for joining us today for Monday’s Mantra and Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and Trench Classes United. Have I got a story for you…one that needs to be broken into two coffee hours, so grab your break-time beverage and join me for some moments that changed everything for me but nothing for He who looks to and fro looking for hearts that are looking for Him in every situation (Zechariah 2:13).

Have you ever had something happen and thought to yourself, this changes everything? I have, and too many times to count. And to be honest, most of the time when I’ve thought that, it hasn’t been with a positive perspective, but when I fast forward the reel of my life, wow, am I amazed at this truth: While something happened to change everything for me, it has never or never will change who He is and His plan for my life!

Did I ever share with you how I became a court reporter? It’s a pretty interesting story, now that I look back on its origin and compare it to my present season. I was 12 years old, called to testify against my step-dad (the molester) and my mom. I remember sitting to the left of the judge one day, and to the right of him the next day. It was that first day that I saw her. She was fairly close to me. In fact, if I bent over I could have tapped her on the shoulder…and I did. I remember telling her, “When I grow up, I want to be a court reporter.” It took me a long time to “grow up,” but about 17 years after seeing that court reporter, I became one!

Fast-forward to my current season: I’m working two to three days a week as a freelance court reporter, and I go into Los Angeles at least one of those days. There is a law firm that I often go to that happens to be one of the largest in the world, and I have a pretty good reputation and relationship with several of the attorneys. Most of them know my passion is writing and teaching. In fact, there are three attorneys from three different departments within the firm that have said you really need to talk to our guy who represents authors and agents. That was nine months ago and the possibility of meeting him gave me hope!

To make a long story short, in November I was working with an attorney who is a monster on the record, but a genuinely nice guy off the record. Not many reporters volunteer to work with him. He can be so incredibly sarcastic and aggressive on the record; that’s his style and the way he does his best for his clients and because I’ve had several conversations with him off the record, I can say he’s really a nice guy. This particular day was no exception; he was going at the witness; I call it poking the bear…ever so softly at first and then harder and harder and harder until the poor guy was backed into a corner and Presto! He lied about something! J J

On a recess, Jeff and I talked about his methods, and he actually confided in me what he had done – which of course I can’t divulge, but anyway, the conversation got steered toward this mysterious attorney I needed to meet who represents authors and agents. “Jeff, everyone keeps telling me about this attorney that represents authors and agents. Can you make the connection for me?”

He looks at me with his piercing blue eyes and says one word: “Why?”

I sputtered and stuttered…”Because I’m a published author and I need some representation.”
He looked as surprised by my statement as I was by his question. “Well, then we gotta talk. Let’s talk after the deposition.”

When the deposition was complete, we were all pretty exhausted and as he left the room, I asked him if I could just give him a call the next day. “Yeah, give me a call.” And he left.

The next day, we played telephone tag; he was the last one tagged and he hasn’t tagged back. In the months that followed, I’ve gone to the firm at least six times. I have talked with his assistant, several of his colleagues and was even escorted back to his office one day, determined to get a few minutes of his time only to discover he had just left for an attorneys retreat!

I was disappointed, of course, and yet, I had this peace, knowing that it just wasn’t His timing yet, and that it didn’t change a thing for Him.

Join me Wednesday for the conclusion to this journey with the attorney…and in the meantime remember Thursday’s Coffee Hour live at 10:00 PST!



Monday’s Mantra

Monday, April 3rd, 2017



Everyone Needs Hope

Thanks for joining me for Monday’s Mantra and Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and Trench Classes United. I found this true story from over a year ago and I thought it was perfect to re-share it as it goes hand in hand with our upcoming class on learning how to live fueled with hope and free from anger. After all, everyone needs hope…at least the Author of Hope! Grab your coffee and come on in for a break from it all.

Last year, I met a young girl who I don’t think I’ll ever forget. She’s young, pretty, and looked so sweet, and still a little innocent. As I was setting up my machine and laptop, my client came in and was talking to the girl’s attorney and I heard the words “coroner’s report.” My heart skipped a beat when I realized what she had said. It meant we were going to be doing a wrongful death case.

The two attorneys walked out of the conference room, and I did something that I almost NEVER do – and am certainly not allowed to do. I began to ask her questions about the case. OMG, did I get an earful. I kept watching to see if the attorneys were going to come in because it doesn’t look so good for the witness to be telling the court reporter all about the case before we’re even on the record.

Her eyes welled up as she explained that they were in a drive-thru after a party, “and I’d been drinking,” she paused, “too much,” she admitted, and one of the guys in their car had slapped the guy driving who was at that time her boyfriend, and he turned around to slap him back. When he did that, he took his foot off the brake. In three seconds, they bumped the car in front of them. Well, this girl knew the people in that car so she got out and they talked. They agreed to get their food and get out of the drive-thru and then they’d pull over and work it out. She got back in her car, thinking it was all going to be okay… until one of the guys in the car that had been hit got out and came toward her car and began to take pictures with his cell phone.

Well that pushed the wrong button in her and she got out and pushed the guy. When her then boyfriend saw this go on, he got out of the car and came toward the guy she was pushing, intent on protecting her and intimidating this other guy. The guy she was pushing was about five-five and her boyfriend/protector was six-four. He hauled off and hit him a few times, and smaller guy falls to the ground. That caused the fight or flight response and they took off.

Two days later, the police show up on their doorstep – she was living with this guy – and they arrest him, and take her in and interrogate her for almost five hours – it took so long because she lied to protect him. To make that long story short, at the end of the interrogation, another officer comes in and informs her she’s under arrest for the murder of….

She’s released out on bail awaiting trial, goes thru the trial and is taken back into custody shortly after giving birth to a baby girl. She spent eight months doing hard time in County Jail, all because she fell for the wrong guy, drank way too much at a party, and just like that, her life is changed forever. The father of her child is now serving a nine-year sentence, but that will never bring this other guy back to life.

I can only imagine how the mother of the boy who died must feel. So much pain caused without rhyme or reason.

I sat there, speechless after she recounted it all. I checked the hallway again anxiously and begin to share with her that no matter how bad things looked, that God could take it and make it into something beautiful later on, if she would let Him. Her tears started flowing again. I said, “I’m not just here as a court reporter; I’m here to encourage you.” I went on to share a couple of my own tragedies, and though I have never been a part of a manslaughter-type crime, I went on to assure her that He uses all things in the tapestry of our life, weaving them together into something beautiful like only He could do. We just need to believe and accept His love for us.

I heard the attorneys approaching and I quickly gave her a favorite promise of mine: “He will restore what the locusts have stolen, that time you lost while serving time.”

This incident reiterates for me that there are so many people out there in need of hope today, no matter what they’ve done. Hope changes our direction and a changed direction means a changed life.

Have a great Monday and if you know of anyone in need of hope, pass this along and let them know of our upcoming class.



Wednesday’s Word

Wednesday, March 29th, 2017

Romans 8:1: Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, for those who walk according to the Sprit and not according to the flesh.

Welcome to Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and Trench Classes United. I’m so thankful you could join me today for Wednesday’s Word. Grab your Strand of Faith and let’s go tie some knots in our faith with a new perspective on this verse which came from a powerful conversation with my son. The more knots in our faith, the less likely we are to become unraveled in the storms of life.

As I mentioned on Tuesday, my son and I were having a pretty deep conversation about generational cycles and how they affect us, especially the not-so-positive cycles as a result of childhood abuse of any kind. Any time my son and I talk about stuff like this, there’s an overwhelming sadness much like an unexpected breeze that blows around me, threatening to knock me off balance. It brings with it the threat of condemnation and I have to take my thoughts captive, reminding myself of His love that has carried me thus far and his grace that has rendered me forgiven. This conversation was no exception; I still had to work at taking the thoughts of condemnation captive.

Unexpectedly, he changed the direction of the conversation off of others and onto me. What he said rendered me truly joyful…and free! His big brown eyes got even bigger “It’s crazy to think about how far you’ve come, Mom, and how you didn’t do a lot of what was done to you to me”!

I can’t tell you how good that felt to hear that from him, the one I know I parented incorrectly many times; the one whom I unknowingly abused in some ways, becoming what I had learned. There are many times when I’m with him and rewind my mistakes wishing like crazy that I could take back some stuff. That old condemnation starts knocking on the door of my heart and more times than I care to admit, it bangs down the door and gets in there! Are you catching what I’m throwing?

Now, my son never tries to make me feel that way, and he has event told me on more than one occasion that he remembers exactly when I began to change. I just love talking with him because we are able to connect on so many levels. This is another gift from Him who is concerned about all that concerns us. I know for a fact that it is the Grace of God that has turned my painful past into my passion, what could have been a crutch has become a walking stick, and in many cases, my running stick. J But my breakthrough about this whole condemnation thing didn’t come until the next morning, and you can bet your dollars that I shared this with him, too.

I was reading in my Sarah Young devotional and it just so happened to be on Romans 8:1 and my heart got stuck on something, so I sat still, asking Him to explain it to me…I didn’t have long to wait. See, I know I am His, but what hadn’t made that 18-inch leap from mind to heart was the part about walking in the flesh and walking in the Spirit…until now. See, to me, I had always thought in the secret place of my heart a bit negative about this verse because I read it like I had to be perfect all the time, you know, like always in the Spirit. But God knows that’s impossible, especially since we are housed in this tent of flesh. All He’s trying to tell us is whenever we do “feel” condemnation, it’s because we are walking/thinking with our flesh, and not walking/thinking with our spiritual selves! In other words, this word is just a little nudge reminding us to move over a lane, into the spiritual lane, for it is when we are plugged into the One who has deposited His Spirit within us upon acknowledgement and receipt of His Son that we CANNOT feel condemnation!

Why do I forget how loving and gentle He is…oh, don’t you love His promises and principles…

Moving forward…in His Spirit


P.S. Don’t forget to join me for Coffee Hour Live tomorrow at 10:00 PST!