Monday, January 16, 2012


I found myself recently waiting at a doctor's office, flipping through magazines, passing the time.  I read an article about an author who chooses a word each year.  It is her word for the year.  So I felt the challenge. What word do I want for 2012?  I battered around in my head several...hope, faith, love...all the good words that seem to dream of more, expect more.  Great big gigantic faith, I mean really?  What could be better than that. 

Truthfully all the words are linked together but I did finally choose a word, PEACE.  It is something I ask God to help me with.  Not just the peace that you get and beg for each day but one that is silent and still.  Peace that passeth all understanding, that is consistent and steady.  Our emotions often override peace. 

God blankets us with peace, like soft snow on hard ground.  Yet we let the toils of this world wield it away like snow trucks blasting salt and sand, turning it grey and ugly. Our emotions overtake us and we find ourselves riding the roller coaster of life.  "Peace is not the absence of problems but the presence of God."  May I know His presence more abundantly so that steady peace blankets my heart. May 2012 be a year where I know God more and find peace in what He knows for me.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

He Likes the Broken Pieces

I was sitting with my mom at her kitchen table.  Nay and Zeke were with me.  Zeke had found this broken football and took it to my mom to play with her.  I told mom, "He likes the broken pieces."  For some reason Zeke likes the broken pieces of his toys.  I don't throw away the spare parts because I know he likes to play with them and bring them to me.

Oh how our God likes the broken pieces.  Broken lives, broken hearts, broken homes....He loves to take the broken pieces and make them whole, make them used for His glory.

We are broken through difficult things in life.  We are broken because of our own sin.  We are broken because of the trial we are facing.  We are broken because.....of so many things.  You might think of where you are broken. 

I am so glad God likes the broken pieces.  That he DELIGHTS in mercy.  That though I am all broke inside...lacking faith, lacking communion, lacking in prayer....that God loves me anyways.

"Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity, and passeth by the transgression of the remnant of his heritage?  he retaineth not his anger for ever, because he delighteth in mercy.  He will turn again, he will have compassion upon us, he will subdue our iniquities; and thou will cast all their sins into the depths of the sea."  Micah 7:18-19

Saturday, January 7, 2012


Zeke does this jog when he's in the house.  He has so much puppy in him compared to the others. When he's outside and sees me he doesn't just jog, he comes running. He comes running to me.  When I call him, he hears my voice, and he comes to me.

I know I've blogged this before but tonight I am moved by the idea of Running to God.  Sometimes in life there is nothing more you can do than run to God.  Our lives fall apart and we are broken inside.  We put on our strong face through each day but we are broken and seeking, but through our tears that blind us we need to run, run after God.   He's calling out our name...and His arms are waiting.