Jesus in the midst of brokenness

Old wounds run deep. And when those wounds are triggered the hurt can be overwhelming. That's when we need to fix our eyes on Jesus and focus on what's true.
But what if  more hurt is piled on the hurt? Just when you think you can't take one more blow someone delivers words that crush your spirit and leave you thinking thoughts you know you shouldn't think? Your brain is on board with truth, but every fiber of your being grieves in agony with crippling pain that begs for relief?
And in that pain you lash out, and no one wants to be on the receiving end of that, so they walk away - affirming the lie that you aren't worth the time. You're unlovable. You're not good enough. You're ______________.
Have you ever felt that way?

Some people have never hurt that badly. They can't relate. They will shake their head and call it drama.
I wish I could say I can't relate, but I can. I know that pain and the desperation it causes first hand.

For the one in pain it's very real and overpowering. It leaves him gasping for breath, searching wildly for something, anything, to hold on to. Someone in that place doesn't need a pat scripture. Or a sermon on how she shouldn't feel that way. Or a guilt trip that if he was a true Christian they would just focus on Jesus and be okay. They're already feeling like they can't measure up.
Those words only affirm the message that they don't.

Someone in that place needs assurance.
Assurance that someone's willing to fight for their victory. Assurance that they are loved and worth it. Assurance that the lie IS a lie and they aren't deceiving themselves.
He needs assurance.
She needs assurance.
And often they need it in tangible form. I love my Jesus, but sometimes I need physical arms around me and soothing words I can actually hear with my ears. He knows that. He made me this way.

So today I'm challenging you. Is there someone who could use Jesus through you today? Are you willing to get a little dirty to be Christ to someone who's hurting? Will you take the time and stop right there in the middle of the hallway to hold a hurting brother and speak peace over him? When she tells you she's fine, and you can see the tear stains on her cheeks will you take the risk and hug her - even though it might make the tears flow harder?
When you don't know how to pray - are you willing to just be there?
Be Jesus.

valentines 2011

Every year I make home-made valentines for my family. Usually their valentines have something to do with their lives that year. Some years are easier than others.

This year I did something new... a joint theme that linked all four valentines. I was wracking my brain for ideas, when a simple thought struck.

Love letters. Literally. So I made these....

It helped that I have one husband and three kids. Lol I make the envelopes to match, too.

the burden of procrastination

One cannot talk about things creative without addressing this demon. Cynthia Morris words it so brilliantly here, that I'm not going to try to embellish it. This is really good stuff.

love thoughts...

Today a friend said that Satan uses our love for others against us. As a wife and mother, sister, daughter, friend I can definitely attest to the truth of this statement. It's so easy to get sucked into all kinds of stuff when we're dealing with a loved one. For me, that's when it's easiest to buy into a string of lies about myself from the enemy, too.
He also pointed out that Jesus was sacrificed on a cross because of his love for us. That cross wouldn't have been in his path for any other reason. He could have avoided it altogether. Coincidence?
I don't think so.


What lies do you buy into when dealing with loved ones? 

taming your gremlin

B-Joyful: taming your gremlin: "Violet posted this nugget on the Sketchbook Challenge blog. I want to share it with you real quick, then I gotta get outta here and literall..."

Bono challenges the church. Will we rise to it?

thankful feasting without our mouths

As we get ready to celebrate God's goodness around our tables it might be a good time to consider this...

I always joke because I'm Italian. Food is part of life. We celebrate with food. We fellowship with food. We comfort others by SENDING food. *geesh!*

Yup. Need this book.