I Remember: Baby Caroline Grace

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.” Romans 15:13

In January 2000, I found out I was pregnant again. Ruth was thrilled with the idea of a baby, Blake, a senior in high school, was a little weirded out!

Because of my history and the fact that I was 39, I was considered high risk. I was so sick, and on my first cruise vacation, I was wishing they would just throw me overboard at times, but grateful for this healthy sign of pregnancy. This was what we had always wanted and I took every precaution directed by my specialists.

Every two weeks, Ruth and I would head downtown for the sonogram the doctors requested, and every time Ruth would leave the appointment proudly carrying “her baby’s” photo. This little blessing appeared to be growing healthy and on schedule. Clint was in his second year of medical school and we were waiting on the “lottery” to see where his last two years of clinical rotations would take us. Blake would be graduating, and heading to William Jewell and our best friends were moving away, so a new baby would help this mamma’s transition.

On a rare day off in early March, Clint was able to go to the appointment with me, so Ruth showed him the way down the winding corridors.   We were in the same examining room as always, with our familiar technician, but I immediately knew this appointment was different. After several minutes of probing with cold jelly and her doppler, she paused and said she would like to go to a “more sensitive” ultrasound machine. All the way down the hall, which was only a few doors down but seemed to be miles, Ruth was demanding her picture. Clint tried to quiet her by reassuring her to be patient. The transvaginal ultrasound did not alleviate our fears, but confirmed that this 12 1/2 week little baby no longer had a heartbeat.

That day we left the hospital was so different from the many other miscarriages I’d had prior to Ruth. I was sad, but not hopeless. I was grieving, but with an overwhelming sense of God’s goodness. We called only our closest friends, but with the going-away party for my friend that evening, I really didn’t want the word out yet. (These women had been through all the years of my infertility heartbreak and wailings. I knew they would be worried about me from past experience.)

During my season of infertility, I was filled with hopelessness. My life seemed to be always falling apart. But I was almost 5 years removed from that dark season and God was using another loss to show me a different kind of healing that He had worked in me.

While I was leading the woman in our farewell to our friend, 2 Thessalonians 3:16 was the benediction verse I was trying to encourage them with. “Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times in every way. The Lord be with you all.”

God was with me. It was clear that God was giving me a peace that I’d never experienced before. He was giving me a picture of the transforming work He was completing in me. (Phil. 1:6) Past miscarriages sent me into a hopeless state of despair, but not this day. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but snot forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed” 2 Cor. 4:8-9

“I prayed to the Lord, and He answered me; He freed me from all my fears. The oppressed look to Him and are glad; they will never be disappointed” Psalm 34:4-5

“We rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.” Romans 5:3-5

On September 19th, she would have turned 16. I remember how God used baby Caroline Grace to show me the transforming work He was (and is) doing in me.



I Remember: The Beauty in My Shattered Marriage

“Come, let us return to the Lord; for He has torn us, that He may heal us” Hosea 6:1

Marriage is hard, and complicated, and made up of two sinners sharing a tight space! I have been married for 36 years. He’s “the one” because of our covenantal commitment we made on August 16, 1980. I once heard it said, if you wonder if you married the right person: check the name on your marriage license. However, I love my man, and through thick and thin I am blessed that God is allowing me to walk through life on this earth with him. He loves me, prays for me and points me to jesus. Although our love for one another is rich and deep and growing, the most important marriage-sustainer in us is the rooted spiritual foundation for our relationship.

10570390_10152583118693559_1198408791729069554_nI have many dear friends who love Jesus and whose marriages have not survived. I am sad for them, but this really isn’t about marriage vs. divorce. This is about the work Jesus did in me. The funny thing, the ‘works’ not ever over. He continually shows Clint and I that loving one another doesn’t always come with passion, and romance, and candle-lit diners. One of our favorite sentiments is from Gary Thomas’s book, Sacred MarriageWhat if God designed marriage to make us Holy more than to make us happy?” God has done some of His most transforming work in my own heart through the institution of marriage. Marriage can teach us to love God and others well. Marriage exposes sin, and Gary even calls marriage a spiritual discipline. Clint likes to tell couples, “you don’t fall in love, you dig your way in.”

I entered into my marriage with unrealistic expectations. Marriage was my idea of happily-ever-after. Long strolls in the moonlight, snuggles on the couch, happy, happy romance! For years I’d dreamed and planned. Yes, a Christ-centered marriage was important, but in reality I had no idea what “Christ’-centered” truly meant. I knew marriage was a beautiful gift from God, but I had no clear understanding that He ‘d actually designed marriage to reflect and display the covenant-keeping love between Christ and his people. So without fear I raced into marriage ready to begin the life of


After a bumpy 6 years, a realization that “marriage is NOT what I had envisioned” had overshadowed my heart.  But in 1986, Clint and I moved far away from friends and family so he could go to flight school and I held out hope that this would turn things around. We were prodding along out of sheer stubbornness and a massive dose of God’s grace. Clint was enjoying a huge amount of success, but I still struggled with everything: my weight, infertility, frustrated expectations, not enough money, spending too much money, loneliness, and overall dissatisfaction.

One long weekend when Clint was going to be out of town, I was left on base with the other Officers wives. Most of them were not Christians and I was appalled at some of their conversations. However, God was using those lost women to reveal my own sin. I went home and got out an old book, Creative Counterpart : Becoming the Woman, Wife, and Mother You Have Longed To Be by Linda Dillow. (It was the first topical bible study I’d done as a wife and I remembered it showing me the type of wife I desired to be.) That weekend God exposed my need of some massive heart and life changes. He began to show me the way to have a great marriage was by not focusing on marriage, but on Him. God’s purpose for marriage: to reflect His glory. There was little in my life that was reflecting God to these women, and I needed radical change. I had no idea that God was preparing me for the battle of a lifetime. (John 10:10) For 6 years the enemy wanted me to believe my marriage was the problem, when in reality it was the idol of my marriage. Clint was not my enemy, and the problem was a spiritual one. (Ephesians 6:12-13) God needed to shatter my marriage and all my idea of marriage so that He could restore it into a glorious refection of Himself. He was calling me to “Come, let us return to the Lord; for He has torn us, that He may heal us; He has struck us down, and He will bind us up.” Hosea 6:1

I’d made an idol out of Clint and my fairytale images of marriage, even in what a Christ-like marriage should “look” like. I had placed too much pressure on Clint to “complete me” and make me well. That week I really dove into God’s word and began to recognize the biblical truth that would transform me and help grow a picture of the gospel through our marriage. Not only was God working on my spiritual changes, He was showing me practical outward changes. I watched my calorie intake, cleaned and organized the house, thought of tangible ways I could encourage Clint as his helpmate. I fixed his favorite meatloaf meal, and waited for him to return to the base Sunday evening. He retuned home very late, and had to be back with his unit the next morning before I woke. I was disappointed that he wasn’t going to be around to see the transforming work God had begun in me, but I had a great amount of Holy Spirit empowered strength during that time. (Romans 8:11) God was supplying the strength I would need to successfully battle for our marriages. The difficulties I was about to face forced me on my knees and to seek God’s face. In doing so, I got to grow closer to my Jesus; the ONE who never leaves, or fails or betrays. (Deuteronomy 31:6, Hebrews 13:5b-6) 

In the past 30 years, we have faced many trials, seasons of hot love and chilly indifference, but God has continued to grow our love. He has deepened our covenant to one another by teaching us His covenant-keeping love. Knowing Him in our hearts and then reflecting Him in our actions towards one another has been our priority. We fail all the time, but He sustains us. When I hear young wives struggle with love and marriage being “so hard” I remind them of the death of Christ for His church, His bride. That hard death was the ultimate expression of love, which is the ultimate expression of God’s glory.

In The Four Loves, C.S. Lewis’s writes, “True love, real life-long love, marriage love; is not two people staring deeply into each others eyes. That is Eros. That is lust. It always burns hot and it usually dies young. True love, fidelity love, is two people with the same vision, same worldview, same goals, having the same view of marriage. Nothing is more important short of having the same view of Christ.”

390278_2685291930335_1567766229_n-1Clint and I hold tightly to the Biblical vision for marriage. We are thrilled that He is letting us grow old together. Whether it is in a season that is satisfying or strenuous, marriage can cause you walk with God more closely than you ever dreamed; a successful one actually requires that you walk close with God. Whether you are seeking-marriage, sustaining-marriage or in the fight of saving-marriage, the essential part of your God-centered marriages rests on “Christ loved the church and gave Himself up for her” (Eph. 5:25). God did not design marriage for self-fulfillment but to reflect His selflessness and service to others. Marriage is gratifying but it is hard and the difficult times are meant to transform you into His likeness. And, Christian marriages should be salt, seasoning the world around us with the flavor Christ! (2 Corinthians 2:15) Marriage is a beautiful gift, but it’s not God. I remember when God shattered ours and made it into something beautiful.


cropped-evidenceofgraceheader2.jpg*The last two photos were provided by Allyson Bird of Allyson Neely Photography



I Remember: When Joy Came in the Morning

“for the joy of the LORD is your strength.” Nehemiah 8:10b

Sometimes I suffer from depression. I’m not making excuses, but with the melancholy temperament, I sometimes cannot shake my feelings of sadness. I know that “happiness is based on happenings, and joy is a fruit of the spirit.” I know that joy can be a choice, and I create in my mind an unreasonable picture of what joy should look like.

wet-leafIn the late 90’s, on one occasion of an extremely low time, I was distraught and overcome with anxiety and depression. I wanted true fruit-filled joy that rose above all circumstance, but I was not able to find it. As I lamented with my dearest friend, her husband, our pastor at the time, came in to see how much longer we would be. My discouragement was not from my circumstances, but that I couldn’t shake how my depression was keeping me from knowing biblical joy!

My pastor and friend were extremely helpful that evening and began turning my thoughts into truths. He reminded me that God made all of us differently. Some people have naturally up-beat temperaments and others, by His design, are more melancholic. He then began to share with me that seeking to know and recognize the joy of the Lord was part of our growth in Christ. He shared many verses that night about God’s command to be glad and rejoice. (Philippians 4:4, 3:1,Psalm. 5:11; Psalm 9:2; Psalm 32:11; Psalm 33:1; Psalm 40:16) and they both encouraged me to begin to write down and memorize verses about joy. He reminded me that joy doesn’t always mean a life free from conflicts, sadness and grief. Even Paul understood that there are days that are less than joy-filled. For we were so utterly burdened beyond our strength that we despaired of life itself.” 2 Corinthians 1:8b and For in this tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling” 2 Corinthians 5:2 Even Jesus was troubled in soul and prayed for His Father to rescue Him.

That night my friends prayed that I would recognize the joy of the Lord in the middle of my circumstances. They reminded me of Psalm 56:8-9, that He keeps count of my tears and God is for me! My friends told me to “Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.” – Psalm 27:14

wet-leaf-2As I left to drive home, the reception on the radio station was extremely static, but I could hear the faint tones of Twila Paris singing, “The Joy of the Lord will be my strength”. This divine appointment caused joy tears,  I sang along with her through those tears and my heart began to be encouraged.

The next morning when I woke up, I realized that I had been hearing that song throughout the night. In my sleeping, He was singing over me. “He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God.” Psalm 40:3 I was rested and refreshed. I received such a sweet gift of His joy that night. I began to sense the cloud lifting and my head lifted. (Psalm 3:3) He was showing me that He was completing my joy.

The joy of the Lord will be my strength
I will not falter, I will not faint
He is my Shepherd, I am not afraid
The joy of the Lord is my strength

The joy of the Lord will be my strength
He will uphold me all of my days
I am surrounded by mercy and grace
And the joy of the Lord is my strength

clouds-shadowsToday, for a while now actually, I am overcome with anxiety and depression. I have prayed. I have read and re-read my “joy” verses. In Christ, I know I am “filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy” (1 Peter 1:8). Yet, my tears flow constant and without warning. My sleeping is fitful and filled with restless wakefulness from dreams I cannot shake. My thoughts rum wild, even when I take them captive. (2 Cor. 10:5) I have pleaded for rest, I pray for my heart to heal, I have repented of sin, but joy does not come. So I, “Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.” – Psalm 27:14

Jesus could have healed Lazarus when he was still alive. God could have kept Joseph out of prison or at least given an early release. He could have given Abraham a son when he was still a young man. But instead He waited. There was a richer gift in the waiting.

He is not blind to my constant tears, that I have leaned into hopelessness. He is making me wait. He wants to build faith and give me greater hope as I wait.He wants to remind me that this world is not my home. He is not fearful that I am hopeless, because He is my hope.“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23 So He comforts me tonight, knowing that even my tears and heavyheartedness are His gift to me for this season. “Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.” Psalm 30:5

And I remember, when joy came in the morning.


Photo credits to Ruth Loy ruthloy.com

I Remember: Loving Joplin, My Home

art-11In 2000, Clint, Ruth and I moved to Joplin Missouri. It was only supposed to be a temporary 2-year stint while Clint finished his clinical rotation. (And, we only moved here because of our attempt to outsmart his medical schools raffle; we put Joplin as our first choice and Kansas City second. Clint was number 6 in the draw!) I remember coming down to check out the town, how run down it seemed and how the people seemed way to lax for my liking. Pajama pants were worn during the day at Wal-Mart, there was a high “no teeth-to-tattoo” ratio, the run down Main Street held more empty buildings than open. I saw very little culture and not a whole lot of people who looked like me. But, I can stand any adventure for 2 years!

joplin-city-street-signJoplin never felt like my home, in fact I thought of it as my Nineveh. We continually talked about our return to KC someday. However, we were in the middle of the adoption process, and leaving Joplin right now would thwart those plans. So we stayed for Clint’s residency. It would just be “a few more years”. In the spring of 2006, children adopted, and Clint graduating from residency, we jumped at the opportunity to move to Branson Missouri. Our house didn’t sell, but that was O.K. by me, we’d rent it out and try to keep selling it. After 6 years in Joplin, I affectionately called Branson“My Shangri-La”! (Some of you may be puzzled at why a city girl would love Branson, but that is another story!) The kids and I were so happy living in our fun little city, but Clint was miserable. With our house continuing to cost so much and the hospital back in Joplin offering cash incentives to return, Clint brought us back to Joplin kicking and screaming in 2008. Joplin was not my home and I continued to discuss our returning to KC sometime soon. I really wanted friends who looked like me and had my same interest. I wanted to be in a place with culture and art and things to do. I just couldn’t see this in Nineveh Joplin.

By our return to Joplin, the city had done some major revamping of the downtown area. I was thrilled to see new business, clean streets and beautifully restored buildings. We became part of a church that was planting in the heart of downtown. I wanted to be a part of God’s missional work and be a part of helping bring cultural events to the city “where God had exiled” me to for this season. Joplin was not my home, but while I was here for the next “few” years, I would try to seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile“ Jeremiah 29:7a. Joplin was my Nineveh, but in my arrogance, I at least was not going to be a Jonah and refuse to go! I began to serve at Art Walk and work with Joplin’s Downtown Alliance, but with a grumbling heart for being “stuck” here. But God began showing me how much like Jonah I really was! One Sunday we sang “God of This City” (not new) but God used it to reveal some serious sin I had towards this place. God was the God of these people. He loved the people of Joplin and my attitude was just like Jonah’s: displeasure for the things of God’s heart.(vs. 4:1) The mission statement for our church was the “we exist to glorify God through our transformed life, and see a city changed by the power of the gospel.” Was my grumbling life and attitude glorifying the gospel to the people of Joplin? With the prompting of the Holy Spirit that day, I went back to read my Jeremiah 29:7 verse, “But seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile,” Wait! There was more to that verse…”and pray to the Lord on its behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare.”

As parents, we love when our children love the things we love. So, as His child, God wants me to have the same love for the things He loves. He desires for me to find pleasure and passion for the same things He is passionate for! That Sunday I began to pray that God would change my heart for this city. He had asked me in my verse to “PRAY’ on her behalf. As I began to get ready for the first Art walk of that year, I began to pray. I prayed for the artists and the people who would walk though the building. I prayed for the city of Joplin and that God would In the same way, let (my) light shine before others, so that they would see (my) good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.”

drink7As I was busy rushing around preparing for the evening, filling the food trays and drink carafe’, God wanted to reveal and transform my heart that night for His people for this city. He gave me His eyes that night, through the act of one of the homeless people who came in to the gallery to fill up on the food and drink we set out. A homeless woman walked up to the counter to get a drink. She looked at the beautiful carafe’ then, she wrapped her dirty arms around it began to hug the container of water. I began to get irritated when suddenly, I thought of John 7:37, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to me and drink”. I held the key to living water (John 4:10) and the power of the gospel, and I was worried about a silly drink container. He was hope to this hopeless woman, and He had me in this place, in the very center of Joplin, Missouri to live a transformed life. God loved these people, who were candidates for His grace, just as much as He loved me. “Those” people who were different from me, who had different life stories and circumstances needed the very hope that He had shown me.

You’re the God of this city
You’re the King of these people
You’re the Lord of this nation
You are

You’re the Light in this darkness
You’re the Hope to the hopeless
You’re the Peace to the restless
You are

And greater things are still to be done in this city
Greater thing have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done in this city

That night, God transformed my heart for Joplin; my home, until He calls me elsewhere.joplEvidenceofgraceheader2

I Remember: He Granted My Petition

Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need. Hebrew 4:16

 I had struggled with my infertility for over 10 year. Like Hannah in First Samuel, I was deeply distressed and wept bitterly for years. There were always several women pregnant at a time at our church, and the joke was “there must be something in the water”! I can tell you there wasn’t, because I could sail a cruise ship with the amount I drank; just in case. It got to the point where friends were afraid to tell me if they were expecting, and it was no secret that I was troubled in my spirit. My desire to have another baby consumed my every waking moment. If children were a blessing from God, then was I being cursed?

churchIn the early 90’s this same church was also hosting many well-known pastors/authors in what we called Abundant Life Meetings, revivals of sorts. As staunch Southern Baptists, we were being stretched in our understanding of God’s word. We were hearing about freedom from habitual sin and strongholds, living out our gifting, freedoms in worship, and that the Holy Spirit wasn’t scary. We were changing our views on outward “rules” for the sake earning favor, to the inner changes of a life lived in Christ. We heard of Christ’s great and glorious love for us, and I started realizing: “God’s not mad at me”. One of the Pastors, Peter Lord, preached the first 15 minutes in a leather biker jacket with a bottle of beer on the podium and a cigarette butt hanging from his lip! (Now, remember, this was before the current craze of the relevant, seeker sensitive junk our churches are falling prey to today.)

One night, before the end of the service, a preacher was challenging us to confidence in our prayers and petitions before a good and loving Father. Before long, the entire room was transformed by what I would call a prompting and filling of the Holy Spirit. Men and women were praying like I’d never witnessed before. Not weird stuff! Genuine prayers pouring out over one another. Petitions for healing and jobs, for forgiveness of hurts and and repentance of sin.

I sat in the middle of the auditorium, taking it all in, when two friends from opposite sides of the room came up to me. Each had been prompted by the Holy Spirit to pray for my infertility. That night Shirley and Tim, boldly and with great confidence prayed that God would open my womb, heal the brokenness and that I would become pregnant. They prayed that my home would someday, very soon, be filled with babies! They didn’t ask in fear of it “not being His will”, they didn’t couch it in niceties, or with any back-up plan. They didn’t settle with low expectations for Him to answer. With the desperation of beloved children, they were pleading with a Father who they trusted for good gifts. They laid their hands on my belly and prayed scriptures over me like John 14:13-14, 1 john 5:14 and Matthew 7:7-11; not in a “name it and claim it sort of way”; but their prayers for healing were faith-filled prayers! Prayers of confidence before the throne of Jehovah Rapha, God the Healer! I felt a warm heat fill my belly that night.God! The creator of all, who upholds the universe, He was listening to the requests on their lips, pleas He already knew, and He was healing my troubled soul.

FullSizeRender-6I didn’t get pregnant for 4 more years. But there was healing that night. Not just the healing of my womb, but healing in my heart and a new trust; God was not punishing me. I had an overwhelming faith that I was going to have another child with the paradox of complete confidence that He was faithful even if I never had another child. I had a supernatural satisfaction in a good, faithful, and loving God because of the prayers of those two friends. I no longer believed the lie that there was something I could do to merit or deserve God to answer my prayer, but any blessing was only His extravagant mercy!

Is anyone among you suffering? Let him pray. Is anyone cheerful? Let him sing praise.  Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord.  And the prayer of faith will save the one who is sick, and the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven.  Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working.  James 5:13-16

In God’s sovereignty, I believe that He answers prayers for healing, such as mine; Hebrew 2:4. God obviously doesn’t answer every prayer for healing because I have several precious, Godly friends who He has not healed with an open womb. However, healing will bear witness to the gospel.(Acts 14:3) and we should pray earnestly and expectantly. You have an audience with the King of kings, His full attention is devoted to you.

“Oh, that every Christian enterprise were commenced with prayer, continued with prayer, and crowned with prayer! Then might we also, expect to see it crowned with God’s blessing.” C.H. Spurgeon


I Remember: The brink of Jordan

lions lakeAfter a season of spiritual growth, Clint and I were truly starting to realize God’s unfathomable love for us; in spite of many failures. Through the teaching and ministry of our church, our pastor and elders, we began to see and recognize God’s grace at work in us. We began a time of earnest prayer for a clear direction for His plans for our future, and the call for our family’s gospel goals. It wasn’t a time free of pain or trials. We felt we were slaves to past poor decision and in a cycle of drifting without a clear purpose. We were wandering and wondering what God was doing. Clint had unreliable construction work, his Reserve Unit was talking about deployment to the Middle East, I still wasn’t pregnant, and the SB Mission Board, after months of applications and thinking this was God’s plan, turned us down. (Even with aptitude, skills and phenomenal recommendation letters.)

In November of 1994, Clint and I were wondering and discussing our “what next”. Now, for years we had tried to figure out how he was to finish his college degree. Although college degrees aren’t necessary to follow God’s call, we had an overwhelming sense that it was how God was directing us. He dabbled in Junior colleges and Non-traditional degree programs, but always had to quit or postpone, due to work or money or just a sense of too many outside distractions. That wake-up call from the SBMB, whose main objection was our lack of education, brought us to the end of our self-direction. We started pleading for His direction. Broke, no savings, one teenager and KC being our only safety net of any possibility of work, we decided that it was time to stop wandering around the desert. We warrensburg 3talked about the story of Joshua’s entering the promise land in Joshua 3. We felt a sense that until we stepped forward in faith and stood IN the brink of the Jordan, we would not see the promises for us. Like the earlier generation of Israelite’s, who failed to enter because of disbelief, we were tempted with anxiety because of the challenges and roadblocks we saw ahead of us.  However,  with a faith outside ourselves, we were ready to step into the rushing waters. On the other side of our Jordan, was Warrensburg, Missouri, where Clint would finish his degree, become a teacher or preacher or a coach or…..

We had to trust Him for every minuet detail of providing for us! We were desperate and dependent but full of unexplainable trust. Everything from the house we’d live in, the money for deposits, the availability and qualifications to provide financial aide to pay for school, our needed moving expenses. I would have to be re-licensed for my home daycare and would need children to fill it right away. We had to step in faith. No more trying to listen to God, and then figure it out by what “looked” rational. No more faith dependent on seeing (or how we felt), but the genuine faith of Hebrews 11:1. We had no plan but to step into the river and watch God part the waters.

I heard Warren Weirsbe once explain that the Israelite’s crossing the Red Sea represented the children being delivered from bondage of sin. Crossing the Jordan represents the believer claiming the inheritance of Jesus Christ. For years we lived in our salvation adoption with our slave clothes still on. We were not living as His precious heirs!

In the brink of the Jordan, God made a way for the journey ahead of us. There were still vast obstacles, seasons of drought, times where I struggled with faith, but 22 years later I recall God’s extravagant provision from that night we knew we were to move to  Warrensburg, Missouri. We found a house and qualified for immediate funds for school. My daycare was filled with 6 children within the first month and in less than 3 months was full with 10 amazing kids from great families. I was also pregnant! God was also clearly re-directing Clint with the idea of a medical career, something he’d never even thought of in the past. AND, Warrensburg would where Blake would meet his future beautiful bride!warrensburg

I remember in the story of Joshua, the people were told to expect God to do a miracle “for tomorrow the Lord will do wonders among you.” (3:5b) I remember when we trusted God even with the swollen river banks of the challenges ahead of us and ” stepped in brink of the Jordan”. We trepidatiously and eagerly waited to watch God do wondrous works that only He was able to do!

“You shall remember that you were a slave in the land of Egypt, and the Lord your God redeemed you.” Deuteronomy 15:15 

“Remember the wondrous works that he has done, his miracles and the judgments he uttered”         1 Chronicles 16:12Evidenceofgraceheader2

I Remember

I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes, I will remember your wonders of old. Psalm 77:11

I remember the days of old; I meditate on all that you have done; I ponder the work of your hands. Psalm 143:5

rainbowGod has been gracious to me. He continues to be gracious  even though He knows that I am forgetful. He sees the  amnesia that draws my heart away from His faithfulness.  In Joshua 4:5-7, God instructed there to be a monument of 12 stones “So these stones shall be to the people of Israel a memorial forever.” After everything the children of Israel saw, how could they ever forget?

Over the next few weeks, I will be recounting and remembering 12 substantial stones in my life. Defining moments of God’s transforming and perfecting work in me and for me.

My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me. But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope:

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:21-23