September 15, 2014

Six years later

Align with Him.  Six years ago I sat in front of my computer and stared at the screen.  I needed a name.  An address for a blog.  I had no clue.  What was a blog anyway?  What was the purpose?  


Six years later I realize God knew what He was doing when I typed out those three words. He could not have given me a better web address.  As I write I am in awe of His sovereignty.  He knew where my life was headed and where I would be years later.  He knew the relevance of align with him.


I am often stunned at the way in which God uses our lives.  The way in which He has used mine.Too many times my life has been out of sync with His will for my life.  Out of alignment. Yet here I am.  For some reason, He has chosen to allow me to partner with Him to share my part of His story.  

I have learned to handle my responsibility with great care.  I would be stupid not to be wise.  The God of the universe is allowing me to share His love, His story with others.  He wants to use me.  How could I choose recklessness with that  kind of responsibility?


He has a plan for all of His children.  Patiently He waits for us to say yes.  Waits for us to choose His way and not our own.  We all have a story worth telling.  What’s your story?

April 14, 2014

Beautiful Scars

Instead, credit God with your new situation: you are united with Jesus the Anointed.  He is God’s wisdom for us and more. He is our righteousness, holiness and redemption.

1 Corinthians 1:30

The look of concern that formed across the delicate face of my six year old as she looked at me sent my heart racing. Clearly something she saw she found disturbing. What had me perplexed was why it was she was looking at me. Suddenly her tiny thin lips began to form the words, asking, “mommy who stabbed you there?”  WHAT?  I was dumbfounded.  What did her eyes see that I did not? Immediately it hit me, my C-section scar.  

Funny the scars we carry each representing different stories in life.  Some of my scars remind me of happy and beautiful times while others stir emotions of extreme pain. But what about those scars that reside deep within us?  The ones that are not visible to anyone else and pierce deep within our hearts.  Those are the scars that we carry from broken and extremely painful pasts.  Each of these scars either comes from the self inflicted wounds that we created by our own choices or mistakes while the others were delivered by the hand of someone else.  No matter how these scars were received they each still serve as a painful reminder of tremendous hurt. Each one we carry represents a story, a story that we should embrace and not something we hide.  They are our opportunity to share the transformation of healing that took place within us.  

My scars are my reminder of healing.  They are old wounds that have been mended and healed by the power of Christ in my life, serving as a message of hope.  Over the years I have learned to be thankful for the scars I have received, reminding me of the work God has done in my life, the struggles He has carried me through and the way in which He has healed the deep wounds of my life. My scars have become my treasures, my testimony to share with others in great hopes that their scars may find healing too!