Molli Moments

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After a long, hot day out on the water, the men came to shore with empty nets. The fishermen’s spirits were heavy as their families depended on their fishing success. As they were cleaning their nets, a guy from the shore shouted, “Go back out and try again.” One fisherman responded, “We were just out and we caught nothing.” “Go out and try again.” Said the man from the shore. With a heavy sigh, the fisherman cast out and dropped their nets. Their nets immediately began to break with the overflowing fish. A fellow fisherman came along and helped bring in their bounty. They were in awe of their abundance and searched out the man who told them to try again. When they found him, He said, “Come follow me and I will make you fishers of men!” 

Does the story sound familiar? Jesus was in the process of calling His 12 disciples. Simon Peter, James and John were His first disciples.  They left everything to follow Jesus. This event demonstrates Jesus’ miraculous power and the strong desire for others to follow and learn from Him. 

Simon Peter, James and John, left their families and livelihood to go with Jesus, to become His closest companions. What about the boat, all the fish and their families? They didn’t sell their business and put their profits in a trust fund for their families to live off of? What happened to what they left to follow Jesus? 

Here is the Molli version of what could have happened. You know that other boat that came along to help bring in the overflowing nets of fish? He must have known these guys rather well. They worked in the same business, shared resources and probably knew each other and their families well. My guess is they helped each other out often. This time was one of those times. The friends and family took in the boats, cleaned the nets and sold the fish. The profit from their miraculous catch provided what they needed to survive while the three men spent quality, relational, spiritual time with Jesus. Jesus knew what these men were going to have to leave and provided for their families while they were gone. The men hadn’t planned on leaving. There were no conference calls and consulting on how to make the most profitable decision. The men witnessed a miracle, realized the significance of who Jesus is and wanted to be a part of His world. The three men took a leap of faith and trust with Jesus on a new adventure they knew little to nothing about. 

I’m a planner. Spontaneity has a tendency to give me hives and take a 180 degree turn! My mind doesn’t have time to process, work through all the different scenarios and choose the best one. Spontaneity is making a quick, split decision. I’m not good at those! 

These three men looked at the miraculous bounty of fish, looked at Jesus and said, “I want what He’s got. I’m following Him!” 

When I made the decision to stop teaching, I didn’t know what my next step was. I knew that teaching wasn’t it and Jesus had something better in mind for me. I wanted what He had for me. In order to do that, I had to take a leap of faith, and take the next right step. I couldn’t plan, think through all the options and choose the best one. I didn’t know what the options were. What I did know is that with each spontaneous step I took, He provided what I needed. He was and is my Planner. 

Little did I know, He was preparing me long before I knew He was preparing me. God provided overflowing nets of fish so I could walk away from a comfortable resource and join Him having the provisions necessary to do so. 

After a time of rest and reconnection with Him, He has slowly brought me to the place He desires me to be. As I have taken one spontaneous step at a time, He has provided all I’ve needed. Along the way, I have grown deeper and more in love with my Jesus.

I’m still a planner (Yes, I have our summer vacation planned 6 months in advance!). Yet, I am becoming more and more comfortable leaning into spontaneous decisions with my Jesus. I no longer break out in hives. I am working on embracing the gift of taking a leap of faith and trusting my Jesus more and loving Him deeper with every step I take. Joy, fun, laughter, growth and love has been a result of Jesus encouraging me to trust Him and lean into His wisdom and guidance. 

Simon Peter, James and John were brave and courageous to take a leap of faith and join Jesus. In doing so, they got front row seats to Jesus’ life here on this earth. They were eyewitnesses to the miraculous power of Jesus that soon became a part of them. Yeah, I want some of that!

Taking a blind leap of faith towards anything is scary. Taking a blind leap of faith towards Jesus is priceless! I am forever grateful for His faith and trust in me to have faith and trust in Him to follow Him and become fishers of men.

Thanks for sharing a moment with me. We are in this together, one spontaneous leap at a time, in Him. 

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When I woke up at 3 a.m., I thought a living room light was left on. As I walked into the room, I realized all the lights were turned off. I looked out our window and realized it was the moon. The darkness and clarity of the sky magnified the light of the moon. I stood mesmerized by the brightness of the moon. The beauty in the darkness stopped me in my tracks and forced a moment of observation. Looking away wasn’t an option even if I wanted to. 

“What is your favorite season?” is asked often. Never in my days has my answer been Winter. Daylight Savings time, shorter days and less sunshine are not my favorite. Give me a sunny, summer day and I’m a happy girl. A few years ago, we had a long, dark dreary winter. By the time February rolled around, gloominess had settled into my being and I was aching for sunshine. That was one of the longest winters I had experienced and it wasn’t a pleasant experience. 

In just a few short days, in the midst of winter, I’m going to participate in a momentous ceremony. At first I didn’t like the idea of having it during the winter season. The trees are bare, the flowers are gone and it’s cold! Then, my light turned on! During a season of darkness, God provided light, newness and growth. The bare trees are still very much alive on the inside. My mums are healthy and green under the soil where we can not see. The coldness invites me to snuggle up next to a warm fire. We may not see growth and color, but it is happening on the inside where it will soon bloom again on the outside. 

A light is being flipped on as I enter rooms. Finding the light switch is a top priority in my world. I have broken toes, stepped on toys, tripped over chairs, ran into a wall (yes, I really did!) and knocked things over trying to navigate the darkness without turning a light on. Darkness is not my friend. 

Darkness on the inside is not my friend either. Several years ago, I went through a dark time in my life and started down the tunnel of depression; a depression I wasn’t sure I would be able to walk out of. Outside darkness symbolizes inside darkness that is an unwanted place to be. Thankfully, through prayer, support, love and Jesus, I walked out of the darkness and into His Light. The lack of light around me touches a nerve that is a reminder of dark moments. 

So, when I walked into the living room and realized the light source was the moon in a dark sky I was paralized to see the beauty of the light in the midst of darkness. You see, Jesus is my Light. Darkness on the outside and darkness on the inside is luminated by His Light. His Light casts out all darkness. 

My epiphany moment as I gazed at the moon, was that Jesus is the “moon” inside of me. I have His Light shining in my darkness that brings Light to my soul. I may feel like I’m dormant on the inside. But the truth and promise is that Jesus, within me, is my nourishment and strength. At just the right time, I’ll sprout up and bring life and color to the world around me. 

At times I feared the darkness. I know what it’s like to walk in darkness and I never want to do it again. Therefore, I avoid or do what it takes to not be in darkness. Yet, at times, it’s inevitable. BUT, instead of being overcome by the darkness, I invited His Light to luminate where He is and keep my focus on the Light and not the darkness. 

Do you realize Jesus was born at night, in a barn, with no electricity and they only had the light of the sky? Jesus entered our realm of being in darkness and became our living, breathing Light of life. The only light Joseph had to clean the area around them and deliver his son was the light of the moon. Mary relied on the same light to see and care for her son. In the darkest of nights, our Light was born. The gift of eternal Light was given. I have that same Light within me shining out from me for all my days. Darkness doesn’t have a chance. The Light of Jesus outshines all darkness. Jesus is our eternal Night Light. 

Thanks for sharing a moment with me. We are in this together, In His Light, in Him.

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yellow school bus beside gray concrete building

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How crowded is your Struggle Bus?? It’s not a matter of if you’ve been on the Struggle Bus, it’s how often and crowded has it been? As much as I would like to see life through rose colored glasses, Jesus specifically said, “You will have troubles. Take heart, I have overcome the world.” 

Truth be told, I was on the Struggle Bus not knowing what to write. I had an idea, but it wasn’t coming together. I might have moaned and groaned a little while struggling.

It’s not the first time I’ve been on the Struggle Bus and won’t be the last. The crazy part is, the Struggle Bus is where growth occurs the most. 

Teenagers. That’s a Struggle Bus all on its own. Being a teenager, teaching a teenager, raising a teenager is a guarantee of challenging moments. 

Like most teenagers, I struggled with figuring out who I was and the type of person I wanted to be. I spent many nights on our front porch swing contemplating the teenage woes of life. In the midst of the front porch swinging, at the age of 17, my heart and eyes were opened to the knowledge that Jesus was, is and always will be my best friend. As a young girl, heading into her senior year of high school, this Holy Spirit encounter was a milestone in my relationship with Jesus. While on the Struggle Bus of identity, I found a deeper level of identity in Christ. 

Substitute teaching is not for the weak hearted!! During my short lived substitute teaching career, I dreaded covering high school classrooms. I have great admiration for high school teachers. The great high school teachers have a knack for reaching teenage dysfunctional minds and producing intellectual students. It’s truly magic!!

I thought surviving the toddler years was going to be the life of me. The teenage years are a whole new level. I am currently walking with my own kids through the teenage years. All three have been raised under the same roof with the same expectations. Yet, all three have experienced the teenage years uniquely. It causes mental and emotional whiplash often. I turn to parents who have already walked their children through the teenage years and realize they survived, so will I. Their kids survived, so will mine. 

Mary was 15 when an angel appeared to her. Let’s pause there for a minute. Have you had an angel appear to you lately? As in a direct messenger for God? This is not something that happens all the time. In fact, it might freak someone out. Fear and doubt corrupts the message that came directly from God. And, why would He choose a 15 year old virgin girl, who has little to no social status to carry, birth and raise our Jesus? Okay, unpause; after overcoming her own shock and disbelief, she says, “God, I don’t get it, but show me what You want of me. Your will be done, not mine.” “Lord, Your way is better than mine, lead me and show me Your way.”  “I’m not sure what’s going on, but I know You do. I will rely on You.” In the midst of being on the Struggle Bus, Mary stayed in tune with Christ. 

At the age of 15, my greatest concerns were how much playing time I was going to get on the basketball team and anticipating getting my driver’s license so I could drive myself around. Nowhere near my brain was the thought of being a mom, let alone the mom to the King. Having an angel, a direct line to God, show up at my door and say, “Guess what? You have been chosen to be the mother of a King.” Stepping on the Struggle Bus now.

The question is, how do I get off? I have experienced three different exits. The first one is not so pretty. I have been so consumed by my woes of life I miss the path that is right in front of me. A good swift in the rear end or a back of the head slap sends me stumbling off the bus to gather my footing. “Okay! Okay! I’m going! I’m going!” 

Have you had a friend that has walked beside you through thick and then, sayas what needs to be said, and then yanks you off the bus? Yeah, we all need one of those. I have a tendency to dig my heels in and not want to budge. Some of you are shocked, I’m sure! Then comes the statement of truth, said in love, “Molli, you do realize you’re only delaying the inevitable, right?” “Okay, fine, off we go!” 

During a transition in careers, I knew what wasn’t working anymore, but didn’t know what was going to come next. I was confident the transition was the right next step to make. But, what the next step was leading to, I was unsure. The banter was going back and forth in my brain for several months, do I or don’t I? Getting off this Struggle Bus took great courage and a leap of blind, confident faith. I knew He would lead me to the right place at the right time, I just couldn’t see the path to get there. That was nerve racking! I like to have a plan and know the destination. I was confident in the plan, but took confident, blind faith in Christ to lead me to His destination. Ready or not Lord, here I go! And off the bus I went!

Mary struggled for a minute, but didn’t stay long. She heard, understood and accepted God’s plan for her life. 

If you are currently on the Struggle Bus, search Him out at the next stop. Step into His arms of grace, take a hold of His hand, and follow His lead. He is your exit plan off the Struggle Bus.

Thanks for sharing a moment with me, We are in this together, exiting the Struggle Bus together, in Him.

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Anyone’s inner child get excited when an escalator is in sight and you are going to ride up or down it?? No, just me? I feel like royalty surveying her kingdom as I ride up and down. No matter the cause, I do enjoy a nice escalator ride! 

What about the people movers in airports? The people movers are like a preview to an upcoming flight. Feeling like I’m flying as I pass people left and right, thinking, “See ya! Wouldn’t want to be ya!” Ya gotta let the inner kid out every now and then, right??!!

If you will notice, I mentioned the riding of the escalators and people moving. I did not mention my graceful transition on stepping on and off either of them. 

I must have been sleeping in when God was handing out grace. If you’re out and about with me and I’m looking around, admiring the scenery, I will probably grab your arm to prevent stumbles. The sidewalk has a tendency to jump up and grab my feet. Or a post moved right in my past and I might run into it. Have you ever thought you had climbed down all the stairs, except there is one more and you almost faceplant? No, just me? Okay. Thankfully (knock on wood) no broken ankles. 

Since I struggle with coordination, the timing of getting on and off moving objects is a little tricky to say the least. 

After a few stumbles going up an escalator and a couple of stubbed feet getting off, I think I have mastered the transition. Gently lift one foot as the escalator gently guides the transition. It’s a similar technique with the people mover. Gently lift one foot, ready to plant it, when the other foot is at the end of the people mover. This technique is not fool proof or 100% accurate. Stumbles still occur. But no faceplants!!

Periodically we go through transitions in life. You’re cruising along the people mover when it comes to the end and you have to take a step to move forward or stay frozen in place. What are you going to do? 

There are pieces of what you are transitioning out of that you don’t want to let go of. There are pieces that you look forward to grabbing a hold of in the new adventure that awaits you. Do you stay where you are, frozen in what is known and familiar? Do you take a leap of faith and trust that there is more that awaits you? 

I’ve traveled through a transition of being married and sharing a life with someone for 20 years to being the sole provider financially, emotionally and spiritually. I have walked, crawled and stumbled during the last four years. Yet, through it all, God guided each step and the transition went as smoothly as possible. During that time, God laid upon my heart to tell my story. He then added the idea to write devotionals. About a year and a half ago, I wrote out my ideas on post-it notes and placed them on my bedroom wall. Periodically, I’d read over the post-it notes, rearrange and add new ideas. 

It was time to transition the post-it notes to my notebook. Fear not, the devotionals will come to fruition. I consider this the next stage in the project, not the end. If I were to be honest with you, it did hurt a little and the wall looks bare. 

We all have grandiose ideas of what we could do or be. Honestly speaking, how often do we follow through and see the idea to completion? Not often enough. We start out with gusto and nothing can get in our way. Time passes, life happens and some things get pushed to the side. We lose momentum and our ideas start to collect dust. I have looked and stared at my wall of post-it notes long enough. It’s time for the next step. As I was taking the post-its off the wall and putting them in my notebook, a few tears leaked out. It was a moment of transition. The realization of moving from the wall to my notebook caused me to snag my foot on the floor (or my comforter, literally!) and open my eyes to the reality of the next steps.

Does the notebook end up on a shelf and collect dust? Or am I going to wear it out as I flip through the pages gathering more thoughts, ideas and a plan of action? It’s up to me. Am I going to stand frozen in what I have or am I going to take a leap of faith and take it to the next level?

I have seen people look at the escalator and choose to take the stairs instead. We all have a choice. What choice are you going to make at the end of a cycle and the beginning for a new adventure?

There is no right or wrong. No matter the choice we make, Christ is ever present to guide our footing. There is no face planting with Jesus. Maybe a few trips and stumbles, yet, He is always there to pick you up and help you take your next step.

Next time you use an escalator or people mover, have confidence in your footing and balance. As Christ is your stronghold, your next step is the right one.

Thanks for sharing a moment with me. We are in this transition together, in Him.

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brown sand love text on seashore

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“Mawage. Mawage is what brings us togethah today…… wuv, twoo wuv will follow you forevah…..so treasure your wuv….” – Princess Bride. A comedy from 1987. Oldy but goodie! 

It’s a typical romance comedy. There’s a girl and two boys fighting for the girl. Which one does the girl love and which boy is going to get the girl in the end? Well, I like happy endings, so the girl gets the boy she loves and the boy overpowers the other boy. Twu Wuv wins in the end!! Throw in funny one liners and you have your comedy. It may be a little hokey for some, but with the right sense of humor, you’ll have a good laugh and a happy heart by the end. 

Towards the end of the movie is a wedding scene. The not nice boy is forcing the pretty girl to marry him. The wedding is in a beautiful cathedral church and the priest is in his finest robe. The priest’s lack of the correct pronunciation of the words adds comic relief to a tense situation. Spoiler alert! The ceremony gets interrupted and she marry’s her twu wuv in the end.

Prince Humperdinck (the not nice boy) tries to force his love, overpower opposition and demand his way. Westley (the boy who gets the girl in the end) loves gently, does not pressure yet sacrifices his life for the one he loves. He was patient and waited until she was ready. He was kind even when she did not understand why he was being so kind. His love for her gave him joy that produced peace in knowing that one day he would marry her. He was patient when she pushed him away and forced him to leave. He was gentle when they reconnected. Protected her when they were in danger. He had self-control and patience when rescuing her from Prince Humperdinck. Does any of this sound familiar?

God gave us the ultimate gift of love in His Son. That’s not all. Jesus loves you and me. Not just any love, but a deep, love you forever, don’t want to live my life without you kind of love. He doesn’t want to live without you!! He loves you so deeply, He desires and delights in you. 

A few years ago, I was talking to a mom with adult children. We were talking about raising teenagers. At that time, I was hoping I would survive the teenage years.  She nodded her head in agreement and commented, “Love them through the dumb.” I laughed at first, then let the meaning sink in. Teenagers’ brains are not fully developed until they are in their twenties. Until then, they make unusually dumb choices. We just need to love them through the dumb and pray they come out alive on the other side. 

I’m pretty sure Jesus is loving us through our dumb and protecting us until we get to the other side! 

When asked, “What is true love?” 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8 is a known answer. “Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful and endures through every circumstance. Faith, hope and love. And the greatest of these is love.” The Fruit of the Spirit overlaps this description of love; Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, goodness, faithfulness and self-control. There is no law against these things. 

Love is more than an emotion. While love is an action, it’s also the core of who you are. The core of the abundant life we are created to live. Take a moment and reread the above paragraph. Go ahead, reread it! I’ll wait. 

We have been gifted and graced with the wholeness of God’s love bundled up and implanted within us. Love is easy when life is going well and you have little adversity around you. Love is a decision and choice when life is hard and we don’t think we have it within us to love. Love within us is anchored deeper when we love as Christ  loved us. 

Love is …….. (fill in the blank)

Twu Wuv comes from our Heavenly Father, embeds within us and expels through us as we live with a purpose to love as He loves us.

Thanks for sharing this moment with me. We are in this together, in love, in Him. 

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Thanksgiving season is upon us. Although, Thanksgiving should be year round, not a once a year holiday. Pumpkin pie year round! I think I could handle that! Buried in Cool Whip of course!

There is much to be thankful for; a roof over my head, a car that runs, heat during the winter and air conditioning during the summer, food on the table, jobs I enjoy, friends to share life with, kids that call me mom. We could go on and on about people, places and things we are thankful for. 

Is there a difference between being thankful and grateful? I believe there is. When I say, “Thank you.” It’s because someone has done something for me. A stranger held the door open at the bank. My son unloaded softener salt from my car. My daughter ran a few loads of laundry while I was at work. An assistant helped me find records I was looking for at work. The UPS driver delivered my new cell phone. Another driver let me go first at a 4-way stop. A neighbor invited me to a gathering. I am truly thankful for all of these things. And my “Thank You,” comes from my heart. The receiver and the giver of the saying Thank You acknowledges that you notice someone else doing something generous for you. Giving thanks is an important reminder of the gifts of life all around us.

Around a fourth of the books in the New Testament were written by Paul. Once Paul encountered Jesus, got to know Him, and was in His presence, he told anyone and everyone about Jesus. Paul and several other disciples were church planters back in the day. They left what they knew, what was comfortable and hit the road. 

When I get a new book, I have a tendency to read the first few pages and the last few pages to decide if I’m going to read it. (Enter eye roll from my bookworm sister! 🙂 ) Anyway, when I read the first handful of verses and the last few verses of the books Paul has written, I sense more than thankfulness. There is a deeper emotion, a deeper connection with whom he is writing to. I believe he was expressing gratitude, an extension of thanksgiving. 

A few Sundays ago, we were to go to three different people and say, “I am grateful for you because…….” and fill in the blank. One of the ladies came up to me and said, “I am grateful for you in my life and your support during the last year.” Melt my heart and bring a tear to my eye! Her gratitude was a deep, heartfelt, genuine appreciation for the connection she and I have made over the years. 

Gratitude is a deeper, personal appreciation for receiving an act of kindness from another. When gratitude is given, the soul of the giver and receiver are graced with God’s presence and blessing.

Paul knew and understood the power of giving and receiving gratitude. Giving thanks or telling someone thank you has its own unique grace. Giving gratitude for a specific occurrence fills an empty well within.  

The focus during this season is of thanksgiving. We do have much to be thankful for. We do often forget or dismiss the importance of expressing our thanks to those around us. Tell someone or many someones around you, “Thank you for …….” and fill in the blank.

I’ll be the first to admit that telling someone you are grateful and why is a bit awkward. You are sharing your honest feelings and emotions. That’s not easy for some. For some it comes naturally. Either way, awkwardness has a way of creeping in. Paul plunged right in with his gratitude and let the people know specifically why he was grateful for them. Pause with me for a moment. Who was the last person you spoke to? Think of why you are grateful for that person. I am grateful for my daughter’s spunky personality that keeps things lively around here. I am grateful for my son’s strength to move the freezer back into place. I am grateful for a dinner guest’s openness to get to know one another. I am grateful for neighbors who are willing to take an old broken dryer off my hands. I am grateful for the curiosity and persistence to get to know Jesus at a deeper level. I am grateful that Jesus loves me and wants the best for me. 

I am going to pass the challenge on to you. Take a look around or think about a few people. Go to them and say, “I am grateful for you because…..” and fill in the blank. Notice how their demeanor changes, how your heart softens and the presence of the Holy Spirit is evident.

My friend, I am grateful for you because you take time out of your day to share a moment with me. 

Thanks for sharing a moment with me. We are in this gratefully together in Him.

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In 2006, Larry Byrd and Michael Jordan were in a McDonald’s commercial together. They “played” for a Big Mac meal. The first one to miss lost the meal. At the end of each description of the shot, they said, “Nothing but Net.” The ball bounced off walls, went through rafters, hit just the right angle on the scoreboard and bounced through windows hitting nothing but net. They did a series of commercials with the same theme. They had to hit their shots with nothing but net every time. And every time, they both hit their shots with nothing but net. We all knew they were going to hit their shots. We were anticipating what they had to bounce the ball off of to hit nothing but net. Each shot added an extra element to test the ability of the other. Yet, every time, without a shadow of doubt, their shots were nothing but net. We all could count on and depend on each shot being nothing but net. 

Long before Larry Byrd and Michael Jordan was a guy named Saul. He made a living of ridiculing, putting down and dismissing anyone who did not believe what he did. His life mission was to destroy any Christ believer that crossed his path. He was like a bulldog that wouldn’t let go. He grabbed on, yanked, pulled and dug his teeth in, until they cried “Uncle” and submitted to his ways. All of his needs were met. He lacked for nothing. 

One day he went for a walk and intersected Jesus himself. The man he has been denying anyone to believe in, the man whom he himself despised, stood in front of and mocked him. Little did he know the power of Jesus!! Jesus has His own nothing but net accuracy. After an intense conversation and interaction, Saul became Paul. Paul became an all in, nothing but net, believer, witness and son of God. His life was forever changed. 

We have an illusionment that when we accept Jesus as our Lord and Savior, the road we now walk is clear of all pebbles, rocks and speed bumps. Sorry to burst your bubble, but that’s not it. Paul is a living testament of that.

Paul experienced a transformation like none other. There was no doubt in His mind that Jesus is the Son of God. Paul dedicated the rest of his life to sharing his love of Jesus with all he met. Instead of wanting to kill Christ believers, he wanted to bring them to Jesus to know him like he knew him. 

If you think you’ve had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, think again. Paul was shipwrecked and left to die several times, Shackled to a prison guard 24/7, beaten beyond recognition, on the brink of death, stoned, robbed, hungry and naked. On top of that, he cared deeply and ministered to churches around him.

Paul’s drive in his life was now to spread the love of Jesus everywhere he went. Jesus was his nothing but net. No matter what life threw at him, Jesus was his constant companion. The One he relied on, the One that provided nourishment, shelter, healing, his next breath and his hope. Paul knew he could rely on Jesus to provide every time, every day, no matter the odds. 

What if you had the nothing but net guarantee of provision every time, every day? 

I played some high school basketball. I use “play” loosely. I was a decent defender, but not so great on the offensive side. My consistency in shooting was my inconsistency. I was a bench warmer, cheerleader. My shots were not nothing but net. They are bricks, bank shots and a few air balls. I surprised myself when it went in. It may have been ugly, but 2 points is 2 points. By no means could my team count on my shots being nothing but net. 

Thank goodness I don’t have to count on my shots being nothing but net. Thank goodness I have Jesus. Thank goodness His shots are nothing but net every time, all day long.

Jesus’ dependability is far beyond nothing but net quality. It may look different than what we think we need, but in the end, His way, His shots are much better, and always will be better, than mine. Everytime.

How do you allow Jesus to take your shot for you? I was $40,000 in debt. Jesus provided a resource to use to become debt free. My hot water heater went out. Jesus provided a person to inform me how to get through the weekend and replace it without weekend cost. I needed a home for my family. Jesus provided the house and the friend to show me the house. The battery died and my car wouldn’t start. Jesus provided friend’s to jump start my car and the help to get it replaced. I was at the end of my rope with a teenager attitude. Jesus provided the grace and mercy to sustain the circumstance. I thought I had lost myself in the world around me. Jesus revealed the truth of who I am in Him. Every time, without a doubt or missed shot Jesus was, is and always will be my nothing but net shot. 

Friends, co-workers, bosses, acquaintances, jobs and all other circumstances will let you down at some point in life. Sad, but true. Jesus is in the business of eternal reliability. He is living in you, with you and works through you. Of course He is going to have your back and not let you down. It’s a leap of faith to let Jesus be your all, be your nothing but net. Pass the ball over, He can make any and every shot with nothing but net. 

Thanks for sharing this moment with me. We are in this together, shooting nothing but net, with Him.

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Cynicism and skepticism are children of doubt. They are clandestine joy stealers. Does anyone categorize a good day when it’s laced with cynicism or skepticism? Does joy overflow when it comes from you or you are around it constantly? I didn’t think so.

The first four books in the New Testament (Matthew, Mark, Luke & John) overflow with miracles of healing by Jesus. God has been and always will be in the business of healing. He gave us the gift of His Son as a human, just like you and me. Jesus lived and walked among us as a living example of God. 

People in that time period were used to following a religious regiment of doing and saying certain things a certain way. Jesus came and rocked everyone’s world. Being the son of God, Jesus was and always will be in the same business as His Father. 

Ten men were consumed with the same disease that alienated them from family, friends and all of society. They created their own support group and lived amongst one another. Through word of mouth, they heard about the healing of Jesus. As Jesus was traveling through their area, from a distance, they cried out to Jesus to have mercy on them. Jesus told them to go see their Spiritual leaders. As they went, they were healed of their disease. 

The cynics of the world say, “Yeah, right! Those guys have been like that for years. There is no way they can be healed instantaneously.“ This is doubt weaseling its way into defunk Jesus. 

Why do you think Jesus told the guys to go to their Spiritual leaders? The Spiritual leaders knew who they were, knew they had a disease that had no cure, knew the reason why they lived where they lived. The leaders, family and their community just got the shock of their lives. Ten guys who had an incurable disease were now healed. I would have liked to have been a witness of that. To be a living, breathing, healed by Jesus walking testimony would be a lifetime of joy-filled days. Cynicism and skepticism can not exist with joy. It’s one or the other. Which do you choose? 

Two thousand years ago and today doubt is a stumbling block to knowing, seeing and believing God’s healing. We are all infected with a disease that steals our joy. External and internal ailments consume our mind into believing we are unhealable. BIG. FAT. LIE.

When you face a circumstance with the mindset of failure, then most likely failure will occur. When you face a circumstance expecting success and healing, by your faith, you will be healed. Often Jesus said, “Your faith has healed you.” Faith in what? Faith is God’s Word and healing power. 

Specialized doctors told me I would not carry a child full term. Two years later, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. A year and a half later I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl. God healed my physical ailments and gave me two gifts of His grace. 

At times, the hardest battle to fight is the one within our mind that few people can see. Several years ago, I was questioning my identity in Christ and who I was as a woman, wife, mother, pastor’s wife and teacher. My mom, (who knows me better than I know myself!) gently asked what was bothering me. She said, “You’re not yourself. My daughter is hurting and I want to help ease the pain.” (Yep. I’m blessed to have her as my mom!) Tears overflowed as I poured out my hurt and pain. Over time, with the power of my mom’s prayers and the power of God’s Word, my darkness turned to light. I was awakened to the daughter God had created me to be. Because of my faith, He healed me. 

Sadness, loss, despair and emptiness almost stole my joy for good. At times, my only prayer was, “Have mercy, Father. Please have mercy.” Through my faith, belief and grasp on His promises, He poured mercy over me and the darkness turned to light. Relief of the inner pain. Relief from the merry-go-round conversation rolling around in my head. Relief from feeling this was as good as it’s going to get. Not just relief, even better, healing. Jesus heals physical, outword diseases. Jesus also heals inward battles of our hearts and minds. 

The ten guys that were healed from their physical disease, jumped for joy, ran for joy as a  living, breathing miracle of Jesus. YOU are a living, breathing, walking, jumping for joy example of the power and miracles of Jesus. You are a walking witness of His great and mighty power of His Word and healing. Do you believe He has healed you? Are you jumping for joy? Are you excited to go tell someone how God has healed you?

“Let me tell you ‘bout my Jesus. Let my Jesus change your life.” Anne Wilson – “My Jesus”

Reflect on how and when Jesus has healed you. Tell someone about your Jesus. Help others see Jesus through you. Jump for joy in His healing. 

Thanks for sharing a moment with me. We are in this together, jumping for joy, in Him. 

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The youngest son of a farmer was told that one day he would be given responsibilities higher than his brothers. These responsibilities would save his family and the country. He was only a teenager at the time. His brothers resented him and tried to get rid of him. He survived being trapped in a pit, slavery and prison. All the while, he remembered he was called to something better, something higher. Surely being thrown into a pit or being sold or spending years in prison was his higher calling. No, it wasn’t. The end of the story was his higher calling.

As I’ve mentioned before, my kids are close in age. 34 months separate three kids. At times, it’s like raising triplets. They brought a new meaning to sibling rivalry to our family. Several times over the years I’d be gone for a weekend or several nights in a row. When I come home, all three want to tell me what they did or where they went while I was gone. At first I thought, that’s so sweet. They missed me and wanted to tell me what I missed while I was gone. The longer the three conversations went, the realization of the reality of what was happening came to light. Sibling rivalry kicked in and they were trying to one up each other. So much for having a sentimental mom moment! 

I am not a competitive person by nature. The thrill and excitement of winning is uplifting and encouraging. Yet, winning isn’t everything. It’s just a game and I want to have fun. The only person I am consistently competitive with is myself. If I’m going to one up anyone, I’m going to one up myself. 

“If your path is difficult, it is sometimes because your calling is higher.” – Toby Mac

Life is not a walk in the park. Sometimes it is, but not all the time. Life is hard and difficult. The areas of difficulty look different from person to person, but we all struggle with something at sometime in our lives. We can’t avoid it, it just is. How do you process, handle and work through the hard times? My prayer for you is that with each difficulty you one up yourself and work through the difficulty a little better each time. 

Here’s the thing, we are all called to a higher calling. You don’t have to be a preacher, a world renowned evangelist or a popular Christian artist to have a higher calling. All followers of Christ are called to a higher calling. Are you willing to accept the challenge to one up your relationship with Christ?

Remember the teenage boy with the higher calling left and forgotten in prison? He remembered his higher calling and never gave up on seeing it through. By sustaining his relationship with God and holding onto the promise he was given, he became the ruler of Egypt.Through each trial he one upped his relationship with God and grew closer to his final calling. 

Where you are right now is not your final calling. It’s time to one up your relationship with Christ. It’s time to take a step closer to your higher calling.

How do you know what your higher calling is? You know that nibbling feeling, deep in your gut that says there is more to life than what you have right now? That may be your higher calling. It’s between you and Jesus.

What if the teenage boy gave up, settled on being a prisoner for life and let go of the promise of a higher calling. Sad, isn’t it. We know all parts of the story. We know how it ended. You and I don’t know the ending to our story. We are still writing it. 

At this moment right now, I have a sense of a higher calling. I have an idea of what it is. Maybe it’s my own lack of faith that I could accomplish and reach such a calling. What if I kicked doubt out of the picture and allowed His confidence to rule my hopes and dreams of attaining the higher calling He has for me. 

How do I do that? One step, one choice, one leap at a time. Each baby step leads to another that leads to another. 

If God placed us in our higher calling immediately, we would sink like a ton of rocks. Each step of the way we are a little closer to what He has called us to be. One up yourself today. What do you need to do to take a step closer to your higher calling? 

Seek Him daily. Ask Him who He has called you to be. Lean into His grace and mercy and allow Him to guide you to your higher calling. You are meant for so much more. 

Thanks for sharing a moment with me. We are in this together, one upping our calling, in Him.

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Ever feel like you’re talking to a brick wall? “Hey son, come wash the dishes please.” No response. No movement. Not even a grunt to acknowledge I said anything. I wait patiently for about 30 seconds or so. Still nothing. “Hello. Did you hear me?” “Yes.” “Then why aren’t you moving?” Still no movement. Yep, talking to a brick wall. Once I said, “Now would be a good time to come wash dishes!” (said in a stern, about to lose my temper tone!) He finally gets up and washes dishes. This is not the only time it happens. And it’s not just my kids. I was shopping at an electronic store for a new laptop. “Excuse me, Sir. (pause) Hello (pause). Sir?” Nothing. Ok, then. I quickly turned around and walked out. Several jobs ago, I was a customer service phone operator for a music studio. An older man called and wanted a specific video that we didn’t sell anymore. “I’m sorry, Sir, we don’t have that video any more.” “No, Sir, we do not have it.” “Sir, we are all out” “Sir, it is sold out.” He hung up on me still believing we had it and I wouldn’t sell it to him. Another brick wall.

Do you ever feel like talking to God is like talking to a brick wall? You don’t hear a response or see a change? On the flip side, do you think God feels like He’s talking to a brick wall when He’s talking to you?

“Lord, I could use a nearby parking spot today. I’m in a bit of a hurry.” The only parking spot open is the furthest away. “Lord, can you calm the kids down please. I’m about to lose my ever loving mind?” The kids get louder and I lose my ever loving mind. “Green light! Green light! Please turn green!!” Nope. Longest red light ever!! “Lord, I feel like I’m going to fall apart. A human hug would be good right now.” Jesus’s hug is enough. To no avail, the answers I want are not given. Who knew talking to God could feel like a brick wall sometimes. Here’s the thing. There are no brick walls, at all; no bricks in sight.  If there are no brick walls with God, then why the silent treatment? Well, It’s not the silent treatment. The parking spot in the back of the lot gave me a longer walk to slow down and not be in a rush. I even let someone with fewer items go before me in the check-out line. The rowdy kids reminded me that I have kids to be rowdy. At one point in my life, I didn’t think I’d have kids at all. The forever red light protected me from a fender bender I passed a few blocks down. While I desired the human touch of a hug, I received Jesus’s eternal touch of love and comfort. No brick walls in sight. Instead they were walls of protection. Protecting me from myself. Sheltering me in His arms when I didn’t realize He was there. 

Let’s talk about the flip side for a moment. This might sting a little. What if we are the brick wall God is trying to talk to? Ouch! You know the story of the old man sitting on his roof during a flood and asking why didn’t God save him? He tried with a first responder, a boat passing by and a helicopter flying over. His answers may be different from ours. Since we are looking for the answer we want, we miss the answer He gives us. Which is a much better answer. Our single-mindedness becomes our brick wall. Have you asked, “Lord, what do you want me to do here? Take the job? Wait? What’s the best parenting answer to my kid’s question? Lord, what’s for dinner?” I have asked these questions several times and received silence. Yet, it really wasn’t silence. I may not have heard an audible voice telling me what to do, but He guided through the Holy Spirit in taking the next step, then the next. Or making one decision at a time, then another. Many people, including myself, have relied on my instincts or “Spidey Senses” to make decisions. Your instincts aren’t random. They come from past experience, life circumstances, trial and error and best of all, the Holy Spirit. Over time, as I grow in my knowledge, understanding and wisdom of Christ, my instincts are Christ nudging me. I may not hear His voice, but I feel His nudge. They are one in the same. He communicates with His Word along with His action. You’re not sure you are hearing Jesus? Take a baby step. Was it the right direction? If yes, take another. If not, take a step back and try again. You are not failing. You are fine tuning your instincts with Christ’s. 

Brick walls aren’t always a bad thing. Because we are given free will, we can make our own decisions and choices. God wants to protect us from making poor choices. He wants us to make the best choices we can make. He wants us to grow and succeed. By living with Him in us, He forms a brick wall of protection around us. It’s not a wall for restraint or limitations. It’s a wall of protection from ourselves and dangers to us. Bad and hurtful things happen. We can’t stop them. We can face trials and unwanted circumstances with Him in and beside us as our protector and provider. 

Let your brick wall be God’s brick wall of protection around you. Tune into Christ within you and open your eyes and ears to His answers to your prayers. He hears every word and sees every struggle. Let go of the answer you prefer and become aware of His answer and see how much better His answer is. A little trust and faith can go a long way.

Thanks for sharing this moment with me. We are in this together, in His shelter, in Him. 

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