Jesus over Everything





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LOVE THE WORD: The more you read the Bible, the more you will want to read your bible.
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PRAY MORNING AND NIGHT: Prayer takes our eyes off of our situations, and places them on God.







On 8/27/2020, I was crying out to the Lord and had a strong encounter with Him.





God has placed his unique brush stroke on you.

When re-doing my bedroom furniture, I was chalk paint happy and loved how it came out. However, my husband wanted to help and I let him paint one drawer. Admitedly, I was afraid that he wouldn’t follow the grain pattern right or allow what I thought was the right amount of wood show through the paint.
Time allowed the paint to dry and the final look to be revealed. Brady put the drawers back together and assembled the dresser to put my creative heart in awe. Except, I saw the one drawer he painted. It was completely slathered in paint and looked different than all of the ones I painted.
In art, brush strokes are a “the configuration given to paint by contact with the bristles of brush”, according to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary.
Simply put, this is the finishing touch of the painter’s creativity, the remaining shape once the brush is lifted up.
There may be many a hundred thousand others with the same PAINT as you, but there is no one else who possesses the same brush strokes that you do.

The world needs your originality, your talents and your inimitable anointing.
The thing that is distinct about you is what sets you a part.

It brings a unique emphasis to your calling.
Instead of talking yourself out of doing what you were created to do, it’s time to
OWN YOUR BRUSH STROKE.

Perhaps you are trying to use someone else brush strokes because it works for them.
My three year old son has a pair of shoes he loves to wear, but they aren’t quite his size. So every time he goes to jump on a rock or skip down the road, he slips and falls down.
Perhaps you also are wearing shoes that don’t fit.
You keep falling down when you try to run, you scrape your knees when you try to land the jump. It’s not that what you are doing is wrong, it’s that you can’t do it right because you don’t have the gear meant for you. God has given you specific talents and ways that may not look like other people’s ways.
Perhaps you are trying to wear the kings armor, but you are struggling to carry it, like David. (Yet, he opted out of the armor and used his sling and some stones because that was what he knew already worked for him. )
Don’t be discouraged. It was never meant to fit you!
Instead, ask the Lord, what is YOUR way for me? What is your strategy FOR ME?
“What is my brush stroke?” And as you discover it, embrace it and let it shine!
The world needs the light you possess and the way you shine it.
Will you set aside the kings armor and pick up your sling, even if it feels silly?
You never know what may come of your courage.



Happy ONE MONTH to our Dream Come True, Liberty Ann.
Liberty means freedom and her nickname, Libbie means Promised of God !

This is significant to me because Brady and I didn’t know that when we chose her name!
Before I knew I was pregnant, I was reading the story of Elizabeth and Mary and the verse came up, “ Blessed is she who believes the Lord will fulfill his promise to her.” (Luke 1:45)

That verse made my spirit jump and I started dreaming of having a little girl for the first time in years. (Hello, Pinterest board)

If you don’t know this part of my story, about 6 years ago I was pregnant for the first time. Brady & I purchased nursery furniture from a neighbor and it came with the most beautiful girl bedding and decorations. We set it all up in baby’s nursery.
From there, I started dreaming of having a baby girl. I found out that I had miscarried her at 12 weeks when we went into hear the heartbeat and it couldn’t be found.
That was one of the most heart wrenching moments and seasons of my life.
The pain of losing a child, no matter how or how early on, is an extremely painful loss.
Fast forward, I got pregnant again and that sweet baby was miscarried also. I was overwhelmed with loneliness and depression after that, not knowing if I’d ever be able to have a baby.
When I very least expected it (We has just begun looking into infertility testing, got a dog and started fostering three sisters), I found out that I pregnant with Parker, our rainbow baby boy.
I’m so thankful for him, our ‘light‘. Having a son is such a gift. He takes after Brady in his looks, but after me in his personality. (That will be fun in the future.)

And Liberty is the sweet baby girl I had imagined holding in my arms that I hadn’t yet been able to do.
Her ‘coming home’ outfit was something I received at my first baby shower all those years ago.

Putting it on her was the fulfillment of a dream I’ve been waiting for. It wasn’t anything special except that it was special because I held onto it.
Dear friend, I don’t know what or who you’ve lost. I don’t know the dreams in your heart that you aren’t sure will ever come true. But I encourage you to hold onto that dream! You never know when it might come to pass. Believe in that miracle because absolutely nothing is impossible for God.
I haven’t walked in your shoes and I don’t know your pain, but I do know that our stories often look much differently than we plan and expect. Our miracles sometimes come in different packages and timeframes.
We may never know the answers to our deepest questions, but I know that He’s near to the broken-hearted and that there are dreams that do come true.

In the morning, O Lord, You will hear my voice;
In the morning I will prepare (a prayer and a sacrifice) for you and watch and wait (for you to speak to my heart.) – Psalm 5:3 (AMP)
I’m starting over. Again. It is way too easy for my priorities to fade away, to keep getting pushed further away until they are but a resemblance of what I once knew. Lord, I need you to speak to my heart.

I have been a pseudo happy, lacking the joy that I know can only be found in you.
I have been living moment by moment, hoping that my morning coffee and my daily verse can get me through another day of the grind of life. But it can’t. It’s not enough.
Every single morning, I need you first.
Have I set time aside, prioritizing us? You and me.
Have I awoken with an aching desire to be with you; to speak with you and lay before you my cares and affections?
Have I offered a sacrifice of my precious time, a devoted moment where there are no distractions?
Have I watched and waited, for your voice? Have I eagerly paused for you to speak to my heart?
When is it your turn?
You cannot be replaced. Your words cannot be matched by the mumbling of the world.
“But I will sing of your strength; I will sing aloud of your steadfast love in the morning.”- Psalm 59:16
That is why, each morning, I need you. It’s refreshing, it’s a new aspect of you that I’m learning, because you are so exquisite.
Exquisite- of special beauty or charm, or rare and appealing excellence.
I need you to be my one and only. My first and my last.
“I sought the Lord, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to him are radiant, their faces shall never be ashamed.”- Psalm 34:4-5
When I try to be beautiful on my own, I fail.
When I try to be radiant on my own, it doesn’t last.
I cannot be the wife, mom, business owner, and friend that I desire to be on my own.
I can surely try, but it leaves me exhausted.
What is the quality am I giving out if what is inside of me is lacking?
It’s His peace that transcends understanding, it’s the Joy found in him, it’s love deeply rooted.
If I have those things, if I have Jesus, alive and active in me (not living off of an old word and a stagnant relationship) then I will be radiant, because He will shine through me.
And that’s exactly what I need; Less of me and more of Him.

Make time this week to sit and pour out your heart before Him. Wait and see what He speaks to your heart. Write it down, dwell on it, and begin to live it out.
