The Need for Time

10 Things to Do If You Ever Get Bored:

1. Learn how to fake an accent.

2. Enter an elevator full of people and 'meow' occasionally.
3. Learn to peel a banana with your feet.

4. Put M&M's on layaway and then complain about the payment plan.
5. Rent a movie, 2 hours later go back to the same movie store and rent the sequel, 2 hours after that go back and get the third movie.

6. Walk up to an employee at Wal-Mart and tell him in an official tone, "I think we've got a Code 3 in  Housewares," and see what happens.
7. Walk around a public park and every so often pretend to step over an 'invisible' wire.

8. Sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars.

9. Count how many cars actually slowed down in # 8.

10. Race friends in the little electronic carts, offered at the store, throughout the parking lot.

　
As funny as the above list may be, I don't ever find myself that bored. If anything, I need more hours in the day. I find that I am either 'Magnificent Mom', 'Wonderful Wife', or 'Fantastic Friend'...but never all three at the same time. Then on top of that, to add any time for myself...unheard of. Why are we so busy these days? What consumes us to the point that twenty four hours is not enough time to live life? If I had a dollar every time I heard someone say, "I don't have time for that", I could hire someone to do my housework for me! My top 3 daily priorities:
1. 16 oz. coffee intake
2. Homeschool kids
3. Check Facebook, Blog site, Website, Emails, back to Facebook again

Pathetic, I know. I am having a 'good day' if I was able to do laundry, shower before noon, write my book, bake something or run an errand. I find myself wasting time and energy on things that don't really matter; reorganizing my cookbook binder, straightening the silverware drawer, and don't forget cleaning out the little laundry baskets that sit above my dryer. Did I mention that the baskets hold items that don't otherwise have a spot (aka: junk)? I have to ask myself, "What if I took all the energy put into the things that don't matter, and applied it toward things that would actually make a difference?" Say things like; daily devotionals, playing with my kids, lunch dates with friends and family.

I've mentioned my obsession with making lists in my previous story, "The Ultimate List". What I failed to mention is that I sometimes lack the ability to prioritize. I get distracted and side-tracked very easily. Now I know I am not alone in this battle. Yes, housework has to get done, meals cooked, errands ran...but where on your list are those items? Are they listed before your daily "talk with God", or perhaps they will get done after you have wasted countless hours on the computer fiddling around? For some of us, it is not the prioritizing, yet the ability to make a list at all!

We have a grandfather clock in my house, that was passed down to me by my grandmother. It gives me an hourly reminder of the time, by chiming on the hour. Unfortunately, I have become so use to the chimes, that I no longer hear them. What if the clock was a measurement of my day? The clock strikes ten...have I read my devotion yet today? Clock strikes one...have I told my kids I love them yet today? Strikes Five...have I done anything to benefit someone, other than myself, today? Nine...does my husband know how appreciated he is? With each day that passes, that is a day less to my life. If I had to watch a short movie reel of my life, most clips would show me doing busy-work. But out of that busy-work, I would say a small percentage is actually used to glorify God. The day my 'clock' stops ticking I want to be able to confidently say to God, "My time as a Christian was productive on earth.". Our goal should be to make the most of each and every day. To be productive and see results that aren't wasteful and meaningless. To be honest, just writing these devotionals three times a week takes a lot of thought and time. But...if it can touch just one person, then my time was well spent. Even in the non-spiritual activities that I am involved in, I can ask God to use me to His name. But be careful, sometimes our activities can consume to the point that even God gets pushed out of the way. So next time before you answer, "I can't, I don't have time...", you need to first ask yourself, "How will I otherwise spend that time?" 

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (NIV) "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace."

Cutting Corners

Watch what happens when a boy leaps off the path laid before him...

There is something so serene about a beautiful Spring day in the park. The warm rays of the sun shining above, and the light breeze sweeping by, carrying the smell of Honeysuckle in the air. There is a particular area of a local park we like to frequent, called the Japanese Gardens. You take these stone stairs to get to it and upon entering the area, you are greeted by the sound of a waterfall flowing down a set of boulders. Stepping stones allow you to cross over the pond, leaving you with the feeling that you have just 'walked on water'. Bright orange Coi fish swim by, peeking their heads up, as if to say 'Hi'. A small wooden gazebo is hidden in the back corner of the pond, perfect for a quiet escape. Just beyond the gazebo is a stretch of grass, ideal for a pond-side picnic. So perfect, that I decided this is where I wanted to treat my mom for a Mother's Day picnic lunch.

We made our way down the small path, Cherry Blossom trees cascading over us. Finally arriving at our destination, I was happy to see that no one else had the same idea as I did. We unfolded the large plaid blanket and sprawled it out over the lush green grass. Unpacking the lunch revealed a mini-buffet; chicken salad croissants, roasted bell pepper hummus with veggie dippers, a rice-garbanzo salad, fresh strawberries, and homemade brownies. Ahhh, this was the perfect day. For the next hour, we ate, while taking in the beauty that surrounded us.

After a very full stomach, and great conversation, we decided to pack our things up and head back. Because of the hike it took to get there, we decided to take the park's tram back to our car. We made our way back past the gazebo, toward the small path that would lead us to the tram stop. My peace and quiet was quickly disturbed, as a teenager ran pass us, in a hurry to meet up with his friends. In order to avoid going fully around the bend, he decided to cut the corner. There was one unforeseen problem with that idea...the "corner" he decided to cut was not the sandy gravel surface he thought it was. It was actually part of the pond, with scum on top, giving it the appearance that it was a hard surface. To much surprise, we watched as the pond engulfed the boy, leaving nothing more than a big splash. Surrounding people turned to see what the ruckus was all about, just in time to watch the boy emerge from the pond like a swamp monster. Still in shock, he stood there, motionless, trying to figure out what had just happened. He slowly crawled out of the mucky corner and made his way over to his laughing friends. I admit, I was laughing to the point of tears. I had never seen such a thing in my life!

It was a good lesson that day. We all 'cut corners' in life. It is just plain easier to do at times. Sometimes it is a good thing, and saves a lot of time. Most of the time there are no repercussions in doing so. But, the danger in that is when you cut corners in the spiritual areas of your life, you risk falling. There was a time not too long ago where I decided to skip church on a Sunday, because I wanted to have a "quiet day". It was nice sleeping in and having that extra free day to do nothing. So nice that the following Sunday I came up with an excuse to do the same thing again. This continued for a month straight. I had 'cut a corner' one time and it eventually sunk me for a whole month. I watched as my attitude, prayer life, and interest in God began to change, for the worse. I knew deep down that I needed that weekly fellowship and sermon to keep me on the right path. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that you can never skip church. What I am saying is that it can become a quick habit to get into for some. Where are you at in your spiritual walk with God? You say you know Him, but what are you doing to draw closer to Him? It's time to stop cutting corners and get back on the path that leads us in the right direction.

"You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand." Psalms 16:11 (NIV)

My World of Cupcakes & Spandex

See what happens when a guilty pleasure turns uncomfortable...

Food...many eat to live, I live to eat. I love trying new things and whipping up recipes in the kitchen. Most turn out, some not so much. I've been known to attend the most boring of functions, just to delight in the food. Sad, I know. I have a bad habit of watching Food Network before bed, thus the chili nacho chips piled high with sour cream, late the other night. I feel like a bear going into hibernation for winter! If I hadn't chosen to be a stay at home mom and a writer, I would of definitely attended culinary school to become a chef. You get my point...I have a passion for food.

Not too long ago, I decided to check out a new local bakery. I had driven by it several times, and saw a display case housing cupcakes, cookies, and various other treats. With much anticipation, I parked the car and walked up the steps, keeping my eyes focused on the goodies ahead of me. As I opened the front doors, the smell of freshly baked cookies danced in the air around me. "Can I help you?" the woman behind the counter asked. She could tell I hadn't been in there before, as my eyes darted around the case, taking it all in. "Um, give me just a minute," I replied. With so many choices, I felt overwhelmed. After much struggle, I decided to go with the cupcake, but there were many to choose from. Wishing I could taste test each one first, I finally ordered the Red Velvet with Fluffy White frosting and the Chocolate with Ganache frosting...one for each hand! Oh, and don't forget the coffee! She began to put my order together, giving me time to explore the shop.

I glanced over to my right, where a pair of glass doors were open, leading into a salon and spa shop. Hmm, I thought. One could get their hair done while munching on a cupcake. How convenient. Then I turned my head to the left and saw another set of glass doors. What I saw through the doors left me in a confused state of mind. I watched as a woman strutted by the doors in a spandex outfit. That was different, I thought to myself. "That will be $4," the lady behind the counter said, interrupting my thought. I paid her, collected my goodies and decided to sit down at a nearby table. As I nestled into my chair, I opened my container with pure glee. I carefully pulled the liner away from the cupcake, neatly folding it and placing it on the table. I licked my lips and could taste the sweet frosting, before it even reached my mouth. I debated whether to start with the mound of frosting first or go for the side of the cupcake. I settled on one big bite, getting the best of both worlds, the moist cupcake and the creamy frosting. Mmmm. Knowing I probably had a frosting mustache, I set the cupcake down and searched for a napkin. As I looked up, I couldn't help but see eyes glaring back at me. Why is the lady in on the workout ball staring at me? Then it hit me...the shop adjoined to the bakery was a Fitness Center! Who in their right mind puts a fitness center next to a bakery and then connects it with open glass doors? I glanced down at my cupcake and back up again. With the girl still staring at me, I debated whether or not to take another bite. I felt her eyes silently shouting "How could you? Do you know how many calories are in that!" For fear of being attacked by a fitness rookie, I decided to load up my cupcakes and leave. Really, how was I suppose to enjoy my guilty pleasure, under the watchful eye of a Fitness Nazi! I could just see it making the ten o'clock news; "Fitness guru goes on a cupcake rampage, as innocent bystander gets attacked in local bakery...".

Later, I thought about my near death experience. I pondered why I felt the need to leave in such a hurry. Then it hit me, I found it very hard to indulge, while someone was watching me. The cupcake was my "guilty pleasure", and it was rudely interrupted, as eyes watched my every move. Okay, so eating a cupcake is NOT a sin, but you see where I'm going with this, for illustration purposes. Unfortunately, there are other pleasures that can get between you and God. Pleasure, in itself, is not a sin. I delight in a lot of different things on a daily basis! But, if a pleasure becomes your main focus, taking your focus off of God, then for you it quite possibly could be a sin. It could be as simple as over-indulgence in the things life has to offer, to actual addictions. Clue #1 that your pleasure is currently a sin? You hide it behind closed doors and strive to keep it a secret. Clue #2 that your pleasure could be a sin? It gets in the way of your daily walk with God, consuming your thoughts and mind. It amazes me how uncomfortable we can get, when people watch us, especially if we are doing wrong. Yet, we don't even flinch at the idea that God sees and judges all, keeping His watchful eye upon us. God longs for us to live a life glorifying to His name. That can't happen, if you have one foot in the things pleasing to you, and you alone. What indulgence are you willing to give up today, for the sake of your relationship with Christ?

"A fool finds pleasure in evil conduct, but a man of understanding delights in wisdom." Proverbs 10:23 (NIV)

Our Tree of Thanks

When things in life become expected, giving thanks becomes harder...

It seemed fitting to write about thankfulness, since Thanksgiving is only a few days away. I have been pondering what exactly that means to me. I think generally speaking, the most popular top five things to be thankful for are; family, health, shelter, food, and clothing. For the person who overcame illness or is currently fighting a disease...thankfulness for health. For the homeless man who will spend his Thanksgiving meal at a local shelter...thankfulness for food and shelter. For the solider who just returned from war...thankfulness for family. I've never done without or struggled in those particular areas. Because of that, I find it difficult at times to be truly thankful for those things in my life, as they have become somewhat expected.

I currently have a small bare tree branch, in a vase, sitting on the corner of my piano. We have cleverly named it "Our Thankful Tree". I even pulled out the crafty side in me and cut out various leaf shapes, in fall colors. Each day during this Thanksgiving season, I have my kids write down the things they are most grateful for. Over the course of two weeks, the once bare branch has become a beautiful, colorful tree. Full of life and gratitude. We reflect each day on the words that are written on the leaves. What is most important to my kids? So far, we have; the dog, earth, family, house... I found that doing this project, my children struggled to come up with things as well. Our responses seemed very superficial. They have never went to bed hungry, or slept out in the cold, or didn't have clothes to wear. They found it difficult to be truly grateful for the everyday givens in their life. I wasn't happy with this, so I decided to dig deeper. I began to ask, "What is something you never want to be without, something that will go with you to heaven?" After explaining why Legos can't go to heaven, we started to look at inward thankfulness. I shared with the kids that there was a time where I was not the nice mommy I am today. I briefly explained to them how I made mistakes in my past, that could of ruined me for life. They got a true glimpse of my life, before I handed those things over to God. For me, thankfulness is knowing that when all else fails me, my God still remains. He is the only true constant in my life. When my family passes, my health deteriorates, and my possessions wither away, I still have Him. Thanksgiving to me is more than sitting around the table and eating a meal with family...although very yummy! It is a celebration within my soul, that gives 'Thanks' to God for 'Giving' me a new life through Him.

Each time I pass by the decorated tree branch, I am reminded that those things listed will pass. They can tend to be earthly treasures that consume me. Although thankful that God has blessed us with such things, I strive to redirect my heart to Him. Thanking him for his unfailing love, guidance, and grace. What are you most thankful for in your life today? In what ways will that bring you closer to God?

"Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name." Psalms 100:4 (NIV)

A Ride Down Memory Lane

A childhood memory takes on a new meaning...

I cherish childhood memories. Although I don't remember every detail, I do often recall the things that mattered most to me. I can remember sitting in my second grade classroom, singing "Thank Heaven for All Our Moms", as we had a special party honoring our mothers. I can still feel the love that welled up. I proudly sang it to my mom, who sat in the small desk chair, smiling back at me. I remember the days in fifth grade, when my dad came to my softball games and practiced with me in the backyard. The chit chats we had, while throwing the ball around, were priceless. I have found that with each memory, whether good or bad, it has somehow shaped me into the person I am today.

My family lived on a military base, as my dad served proudly in the United States Air Force. Being in such a safe, kid friendly environment, we would often run off and play with neighborhood friends, from sun up to sun down. We cruised the streets on our bikes, spun on the merry-go-round at the playground until sick, built lawn chair forts in the back yard, and played hop scotch on the sidewalk. I can recall getting in trouble during the summer, as I was known to pass out all of the Popsicles from our freezer, to the neighborhood kids. Overall, 99% of my summer days were spent enjoying the outdoors.

One particular day from twenty years ago, turns a memory into a life lesson. It was a bright, warm summer day. I had just finished eating breakfast and pondered who I wanted to play with that day. The doorbell chimed, and I scrabbled to beat my sister to the front door. I peeked out the eye hole and spotted my friend on the other side. I opened the door and was greeted with, "Can you come out and play?" she asked. Still deciding if that was who I wanted to spend my day with, I asked, "What do you want to do?" Little did she know, her answer would determine whether we ventured off together or not. Her eyes grew big and she replied, "Oh, we could play ice cream factory!" This was a creative game we had come up with. We would turn our bikes over and one person would push the pedals, which would turn the wheels, thus creating pretend ice cream for the other person to order. We only specialized in chocolate, vanilla or strawberry. I pondered her suggestion, but decided against it, as we had just played that the day prior. "Do you want to ride bikes?" I then asked. I glanced over to my pride and joy... my purple and white Huffy bike. It wasn't just any bike, it was decked out. I had the colorful neon beads on my spokes, streamers dangled from my handlebars, a white woven basket and a shiny silver bell. We're talking the Lexus of bikes! Every now and then we would even put a playing card in the pokes to get that neat ticking sound. Only the cool kids did that! After we agreed that riding bikes was our best option, we headed off. It was my turn to ride in front, with my friend trailing closely behind me. We rode for hours, making periodic stops at other kids houses to play and chat. The top news for the day? The boy on my bus known for picking his nose was now officially named "Booger Boy". We had reached this verdict when he tried to chase us with his finger extended out.

As we patrolled the neighborhood I felt free, unstoppable. It was the perfect day, with great friends, and I was enjoying life to the max. I rode down the side of the streets, wind blowing in my hair. With my friend still trailing behind me, I turned around on my bike to carry on a conversation with her. We were deciding whether our next stop should be the park, or raid my freezer for a fudge-pop. Then it happened, I huge jolt. My bike had come to a sudden halt. My body lunged forward and my chest hit my handlebars. The bell on the bike gave a faint chime, as my hand brushed against it. "Ouch!" I yelled, as I turned my head back around. There, directly in front of me was a parked car. While I was talking to my friend, I had failed to see the parked car on the side of the road. Now, the rear end of the car and my cute bike had become one. Startled and scared, I dismounted the bike and looked around. Did anyone else see me? Is my bike broke? Did I dent the car? I had two choices; sit down on the curb and cry or get back on the bike and keep riding. My friend rushed over to me, and encouraged me to keep going. So, back on the wobbly bike I got, scratched up knees and all. She was right, I wasn't about to let such a crash ruin my day.

That particular day still speaks to me today. So often I am going along in life, feeling unstoppable and on top of the world. I can be financial stable, organized, no conflict in my life, and I feel secure. All of the sudden out of no where, I run into a "parked car", situations and circumstance I was not expecting. An unexpected mishap, house and life disorganized, feuding with family or friends, the loss of a loved one. They are enough to throw me off course, jolting me both emotionally and spiritually. It is during those times that I have to decide; will this obstacle take me out long term or will I eventually get back up and carry on? Sure, I may be scratched up and bruised at times, but just like my friend, God is there to pick me up and extend an arm to lean upon. He encourages me to move forward! I can even feel Him giving me a push-start in the right direction. What have you recently run into, that leaves you still sitting on the curb? With the help of God, are you willing to get back on the bike?

"For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear, I will help you." Isaiah 41:13 (NIV)

The Mini Van Life

A Hummer girl, in a mini van kind of life...

My Christmas wish this year, and every year? A Hummer, H2 to be exact. I want a deep pink one, (yes, you read that right...pink!). Oh, and decked out with chrome. The slogan on my back window would read, "Silly Boys, Hummers are for Girls". There is something about the look of a Hummer that screams; strong, bold, fearless. All traits I long to have. I want to cruise down the road, with my radio booming, tinted windows down, and know that I rule the road...even for a moment. Just for once, I would love for someone to turn their head in awe, as my vehicle drove by!

My reality...I drive a minivan. A simple, functional, family-oriented minivan, that plays host to loose french fries and lego pieces. Do you know how hard it is to look cool in a minivan? Trust me, I've tried! I love driving with loud music, especially with my windows down, as Toby Mac or the Newsboys serenade passing cars. Quite often, I even break out into a little dance move, and can't stop until the song ends. I'm sure people driving by think I am having a seizure of some sort, but I am sure that the smile on my face tells them otherwise. I know I look ridiculous, thus my minivan complex. Take those same moves and loud music and trade it out for the Hummer...instantly cool. If only Oprah would start giving out Hummers, verses free Humpback Whales, I might actually follower her!

Don't get me wrong, I love my life. That's the problem...I've become so comfortable with my simple life, that I am afraid to step out sometimes. I am a stay-at-home mom, who homeschools her kids, runs to soccer practice, keeps up the house, volunteers in various events, and in her spare time, works on her website and trying to complete her Christian Chick Lit book. I have no complaints. But some days, I long to be a Hummer. Their slogan was, "Like Nothing Else". What a great slogan to live by. Who wants to be a cookie cutter mold? Not me! The life I live needs to be different from the outside world, yet not so disconnected that I can't relate to anyone. The challenge in that? Stepping out of my comfortable, quaint 'Minivan' where no one notices me, and hopping into the bold 'Hummer' of life.

Knowing God is in control, I can be bold, fearless, and strong enough to live a life pleasing to Him. A life that others can say, "Wow, that is like nothing else I have ever seen...I want that!" I want to be bold enough to reach others for Christ, fearless enough to trust God on that journey, and strong enough to withstand the everyday challenges that will then confront me. Just like a Hummer is known to use a lot of fuel, it takes a lot of fuel (aka: effort) to step out of my comfort zone and be a witness to those in need.  It is a simple philosophy; see a need, fill a need. I find that the little things are actually the things that witness the most; helping a neighbor rake leaves, giving the teenager the dollar they are short when trying to buy chips and a soda at the cash register, bringing a small bag of groceries to a co worker in financial need, helping the stranger fix a tire on the side of the road. That is Jesus with skin on! Not standing on the corner holding a sign that "Jesus Saves", or leaving tracts on restaurant tables for the waitress. Your actions speak louder than words...so what are you doing to make the difference? Have you jumped into the 'Hummer life'?

"Therefore, since we have such a hope, we are very bold." 2 Corinthians 3:12 (NIV)

When the Music Plays

When music moves your feet AND your soul...

I love music! Growing up, I can remember melodies always filling the house. There was never a quiet moment. My dad played guitar during Sunday morning service, and I fiddled with the piano here and there. At one point we even formed a small church band called "Isaiah", where we played at a church picnic, a wedding, and a youth event...I wasn't that good. When ever I think back to my church experiences as a child, worship played a big role. I can even remember songs from Vacation Bible School, back when I was in third grade! There is something so powerful about lyrics and the music to which they are set to. Some, powerful enough to change you from the inside out.

My love for music ranges from contemporary christian to some 80's rock. With each CD I listen to, I find that my emotions can range as well. Newsboys and Toby Mac lead me into a state of worship. It is not rare to see me driving down the street with my hand up in the air, praising God. Sure, I get funny looks from other drivers, but I don't care. On the other hand, Enya and Josh Groban put me in a calm, relaxed state of mind...more suitable for "mommy spa time". Then there is Bon Jovi, who just makes me want to run to the local tattoo shop! I have refrained thus far. Often time, I can wake up feeling moody, with no energy. A little Hillsong United is enough to liven my spirit for the day...well, that and a large mug of coffee!

The video link below is a great song from the new Newsboys CD (christian genre), called "Born Again". It has become a permanent fixture in my van. Not only does it have a fantastic beat, the lyrics leave me evaluating my life. Each time I play it, I am reminded that I am indeed 'born again'. The old me is washed away, and only through God, do I have new life. The opening line of the song is:

"I found myself looking into the mirror and it wasn't who I wanted to be. I was living like the way that I wanted, but my eyes reminded me I'm not free."

There is something so powerful in that line. We can tend to go along in our daily lives, accepting the lifestyle we have chosen for our self. To one level or another, each life has a degree of sin, be it greed, temptation, selfishness, doubt, anger...the list is endless. From our characteristics to our daily actions, we can tend to step off the path God has laid down for us. Some more than others! I often hear the boastful excuse, "I want to be free to do what I want to do." Yet in reality, that person is actually in complete bondage. Sin owns them. One good look in the mirror would show that only life lived through God, and God alone, would give the true freedom they long to have. What stares back at you when you look in the mirror? If it isn't a life honoring to God, then perhaps it is time to have new life breathed into you...time to be born again!

In reply Jesus declared, "I tell you the truth, no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again." John 3:3 (NIV)

Ode to Big Hair

The appearance of one man brings excitement to everyone...well, almost everyone...

I don't want to be an adult anymore. It's like we hit a certain age and 'seriousness' can tend to take 'fun' hostage. I want to laugh to the point that I pee my pants. I long to smile until my cheeks hurt and I can smile no more. Most of all, I just want to enjoy life to its fullest!

A few years ago I was able to attend one of the best concerts of my life. A night of pure fun! My two sisters and I made our way to Washington DC to the one, the only....Bon Jovi! We were on cloud nine that night. We did what every concert goer does; we dressed to the max, for hopes that he might, just might, spot us in a stadium full of fans. Hey, a girl can dream! I really wanted to do the big hair in honor of the 80's, but decided it wasn't my best look. Some may think of Bon Jovi as a 'has been', as he has been serenading us for over twenty years! In my humble opinion, he can still rock it out!

We entered the large arena and quickly found our seats. Not quite nose bleed section, but binoculars did come in handy! The lights dimmed and the beat of the drum began to pound. Boom, boom, boom. This was it, the moment we had waited for. We grabbed on to each others arms in anticipation of his arrival. Fog rising from stage...check. Music getting louder...check. Fans going crazy...check. Spot light now on...check. Like a halo around an angel, there he stood in the spotlight, strumming his guitar. His perfect, pearly white smile reflected off the spotlight, blinding my eyes. I had seen the light! Tight black pants and a shirt exposing his chest, was enough to make all three of us girls scream and jump up and down. For the next two hours we danced, sang, and screamed some more...to the point I actually lost my voice by the end of the night! The peak of the night was when the lights dimmed down and he mysteriously reappeared on a platform in front of us. Our David Copperfield wanna be took us all by surprise. At one time we think he looked at us, but the verdict is still out on that.

Everyone in the stadium was on an emotional high that night...well, almost everyone. There was a man with two women sitting directly in front of us the whole show. For two hours, while people all around them joined in on the fun, they chose to simply watch. Not a clap, shout, or even a flinch left their body. We tried to come up with a plausible explanation, and couldn't. How someone could just sit there and not join in on the fun, was mind boggling to us. We've even considered having Myth Buster's test this theory. After the show, they stood, quietly gathered their items, and walked out. "I don't get it!" my sister finally shouted. "Why would someone pay that much money for the real deal and then not get into it!" I had to agree with her, they should of stayed home and watched it on TV.

So, the question to this day remains; how could they just sit there lifeless, while the celebration went on around them? Do I dare tie Bon Jovi and God into one devotion...watch me! Look at the world we live in today. God offers the same "show" to everyone. Some followers get into it completely, excited for his daily appearance in their life. Others think God is a 'has been', and are quite content watching from the convenience of their seat, while others celebrate. Are they missing out? Absolutely! God's presence should leave me screaming, dancing, and shouting 'encore'! I should long to leave the upper balcony and get in the front row, in hopes to touch the hem of his garment. The day I meet Him face to face I want to be able to say, "I am your number one fan!" Are you a part of the ongoing celebration? If not, what is keeping you from joining?

"They will celebrate your abundant goodness and joyfully sing of your righteousness." Psalm 145:7 (NIV)

Deadly Distractions

A distraction, a crash, and a changed life...

I get distracted easily. Even now as I sit in the car, typing this, I keep looking up to watch a little girl annoy her sister out on the soccer field. If I could just hit my delete button and make her go away, I could better concentrate. Most of my distractions are just that, a brief detour in my train of thought. I do however, remember one particular distraction that nearly cost two lives.

April 1997...My fiance Todd, and I (now my hubby!) were leaving church and heading toward the parking lot, where my shiny red Acura Integra awaited us. Since we lived across from each other in the same apartment complex, we would quite often ride together on Sunday mornings. Most afternoons after service we would go out to lunch with friends, but this particular Sunday we had a change of plans. Todd and his buddies thought it would be fun to go target shooting in the desert, something that I didn't really enjoy doing. Being the nice girlfriend that I was (wink!), I reluctantly agreed to go along. As we approached my car, I tossed the keys to Todd, "Here, you drive." With one swift move, he caught them like Mr. Miyagi catching a fly.

As we pulled out of the parking lot, I reached over to crank the air conditioner up. "Are you sure you want to go out shooting in this heat?" I asked. He nodded his head and answered "It'll be fine. We should probably stop by the store first and pick up some more ammunition." Even though I didn't plan on actually shooting, I agreed that it wouldn't be a bad idea. He turned into the fast lane of the three lane road, and headed toward the store. Our ten minute drive was filled with chatter, as we discussed plans for our upcoming wedding. "Do you think magenta or white roses for the bridesmaids?" I asked him. "Whatever you think will look the best Baby Doll," he responded, like any good groom would. He looked over at me and continued to carry on our conversation. In a matter of seconds everything would change, a detour in our day.

As we talked, I glanced up from the passenger seat and looked ahead. "Look out!" I shouted. It was too late, he had tried to swerve the car over to the right lane, but not quick enough. At 50 mph, we slammed into the rear end of a stalled out car in our lane. Luckily for the other person, they were already out of their vehicle and waiting on the median when we hit. Our once smooth ride came to a serious halt. The force of the hit sent my knee into the dashboard, cracking the plastic. My seat belt had restraint me to the point that the wind got knocked out of me and I was left breathless. The pressure Todd had applied to the brake upon impact, caused a severe sprain in his ankle. We both sat there in silence and shock as we tried to regain our composure. "Are you okay?" he yelled over to me. I struggled to get air to my lungs and shook from adrenaline over load. "Yes, I think so," I whispered. We each carefully opened our doors and hobbled to the side of the road. Complete strangers ran up to us and assisted in various ways; making calls to 911, offering water bottles, and a comforting arm. The faint sound of sirens rang in the distance, as emergency vehicles headed our way. As the Fire Department arrived, they blocked the area for clean up. EMT's examined both of us, giving us the clear. A police officer walked up to us with pad and pen, ready to take our statements. With a stern voice, yet a gentle look in his eye, he reminded us that had we not had our seat belts on we would of been tossed from the windshield and most likely killed. "You're very lucky to be alive," he said. I quickly responded, "No sir, it was the hand of God." He quietly nodded his head in agreement. Upon inspection of the car, it was discovered that the force of the crash had actually dropped the engine from the car. Needless to say, the car was later declared completely totaled. By God's grace, we were not.

We were reminded that day how a simple distraction could of ruined two lives. For just a split second Todd took his eyes off the road, and didn't see the road block up ahead. Had he stayed focused, he would of seen the stalled car and been able to gently steer around it. I can't help but think of the distractions we face daily. Distractions that can take our eyes off of God, just long enough to cause trouble. It should be our goal each day to stay as alert and focused as possible. As you take on new directions in your life, ask yourself..."Is this distracting me from my walk with God?" We tend to fill our plates so full with various things; friends, clubs, sports, projects, tasks, meetings, work, volunteering....aka: distractions. All that is fine, as long as somewhere on that plate you have left room for God. Quite often He gets put back on the shelf until a space frees up. Maybe your distractions are much bigger; a flirty co-worker, an addiction, temptations. Whether big or small, they are costly if they are standing between you and your relationship with God. What are your distractions today and are you willing to clear them off your plate?

"Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." Hebrews 12:2 (NIV)

Confessions of a Hotel Guest

What happens when a hotel room is paired with a paranoid guest...

I have two words for you...Hotel Room. When I hear these two words I immediately get a disgusted look on my face. I guess it is fair to say, I have a phobia of hotel rooms. I don't care if it is a five star resort or somewhere that will 'leave the light on for you'. I actually have a family member who brings their own sleeping bag to the hotel, so they don't have to get in the bed. I don't go quite that far, but I definitely have my own set of precautions.

Upon entering the hotel room, I immediately dead bolt the door securely behind me. One can't be too careful! As I enter the sleeping area, I nonchalantly search the walls, ceiling, picture frames and vents with my eyes. I am searching for any sign of a hidden camera....saw it on a 20/20 special once. (My husband forbids me from watching it anymore!) After reassuring myself that Big Brother is not watching lil ol' me, I make my way over to the table and plop my luggage down. Articles of clothing will never have the chance to leave the luggage, thus never gracing the presence of the dressers that are provided by the hotel. Only upon extreme circumstance will an outfit make it to the hangers in the closet.

After all luggage is in its proper place, I make my way over to check out the bathroom. What am I looking for there? Any evidence what so ever that someone else used the facility before me. Main culprits? Hair, toothpaste streaks, the seal broken on the mini bottles of the lotion or shampoo, hand print on towel. Should I have to use the shower during my stay, bare feet are never to touch the floor tiles. That's what the extra towels are for, right? I end up using them to carpet my bathroom floor. Yes, I am that annoying guest that hotels dread, as I request fresh towels everyday.

There are some definite no-no's when staying in a hotel room. The following items are completely off limits, due to germ infestation; remote control, spare pen, automatic coffee maker and mugs, ice buckets, and pull out sofa beds. Should you absolutely have to use these items, you are to wash your hands immediately afterwards. Someone recently suggested that I bring a can of Lysol spray with me...I have taken it into consideration.

The less time you have to spend in the room, the better. Once bedtime has arrived, the protocol intensifies. There is a technique to disarming the bedspread; it is to be pulled down only using the tips of your thumb and forefinger. Then precede with the blanket and sheet, using the same maneuver. Once the bottom sheet is exposed, do a thorough inspection of linens to guarantee that bedsheets were in deed washed and changed prior to my arrival. Indentations, wrinkles, or hair are a sure sign that housekeeping needs to revisit. Once all suspicions have been laid to rest, I give myself permission to enter the bed. Once in the bed, neither thes bedspread or blanket will ever make it above my waist, thus I am dressed in multiple layers to keep warm through the night. Socks are a must. Should I have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, a swift swivel out of bed will land me on my awaiting slippers, located on dirty carpet. One must never, I repeat, never walk barefoot on the carpet and then re-enter back into the bed. That is grounds for banishment from the bed for the rest of the night. You could imagine the horror I had when my children thought it would be fun to jump from bedspread to bedspread, then run barefoot into the bathroom, before getting into bed! Let's just say, they are little cadets in training, in my hotel boot camp.

Why do I dislike hotels so much? It is the unknown. Who touched what, and what wasn't cleaned. The thought of someone elses germs, (or this case, several thousands of people) completely grosses me out. So, how will I take hotel germs and tie it into a devotional, you wonder? Good question! Well, lets picture it this way...what if those germs represented people? People who are different than you. It could range from different lifestyles to belief in different Gods. Maybe it makes you so uncomfortable that you find yourself tiptoeing around, not wanting to "touch" anyone outside of the church. Instead of immersing yourself and connecting to culture, you have secluded yourself from the people that need you the most. Here's a quick test...

1. Are the majority of your friends Christians?
2. Do you jump at the chance to have coffee with a friend from church, but cringe at the thought of having your neighbor over?
3. Do you even know your neighbor's names?

I think you know where I am going with this. How can Christians be a witness to the world if they are quite content with the circle they live in? Don't get me wrong, it is important to surround yourself with strong Christian influences, but not to the point that it builds up a wall. I am guilty of it too. Just like the hotel room, why would I want to immerse myself into other people's messes, when I can avoid it all together? Think about the impact we could have if we channeled the energy we put into our Christian friendships and actually applied it to our neighbors, co-workers, and non believer friends. We would see lives begin to change all around us. Isn't that what being a Christian is all about anyways? Who has God placed on your heart and what are you doing about it?

"You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden." Matthew 5:14 (NIV)

The Roar of the Lions

A transformation seeking to be worthy of the lions...

Okay, so I have a huge pet peeve. Have you ever driven by a house and noticed lion statutes at the end of the driveway? I always assume that when my eyes follow up the long driveway, I am going to see a picture perfect house. You know, the large three story, stone and marble home, with the manicured yard, and expensive cars. Perhaps even a small private pond with a statue fountain, and tennis court off in the distance. Well, I have learned to assume no more!

There is a house not too far from me. I happen to pass by it every now and then, when running errands. The very first time I drove by it, I noticed two large cement lion statues, greeting all who entered the driveway entrance. Immediately my heart grew with envy, that such a house was worthy of the statues. My eyes slowly traced their way up the driveway to see the glorious establishment that awaited me atop the hill. I gasped. I'm not talking a good gasp either. I'm talking about the kind where you see something you wish you hadn't! There atop the hill sat a white, scruffy house, with shutters falling off, paint chipping, and the screen door hanging by its last thread. In the driveway sat two beat up cars from the 1970's. The yard played host to dead trees, wilted flowers, and jumbo size weeds. How could this be? I shouted out loud. They are not worthy of the lions! This is not something just anyone can buy and place by the street front. They have to be earned. They represent status of wealth, hard work, and prestige! I continued on down the road, pondering why someone would misrepresent like that.

Over the course of that year, each time I drove by the house, I couldn't help but look and shake my head. However, I began to notice subtle changes. Hmm, they cleaned up their yard. Oh look, they took the shutters and screen door down. Wow, they repaved the driveway. But then I saw the ultimate changes begin to take place. They began to strip the sides away from the house and resurface it with beautiful stone. They added a magnificent porch with a beautiful new wooden door. The once knee tall grass transformed into a lush green lawn with new mulch, shrubs, trees and potted plants. A garage was built to house their new vehicles. The water from the newly installed pool glistened in the sun. The house that once represented a shack on a hill, now looked like something out of a Thomas Kinkade painting. As I drove by, I think I even heard the lions roar with pride. Then it dawned on me! They LONGED to be worthy of the statues. That was their starting point. Each day they left their house they were able to look at those statues and rejoice. They probably felt excited, filled with anticipation for the transformation to come. As I drove by and judged, based only on what I could see, they were inside celebrating for the small steps that had already taken place.

I had "statues" on display in my life before. I would say or do what people wanted me to, just to fool others into thinking I was where I needed to be spiritually. Truth be told, I was lazy. I had my facade out there and it worked for me. I didn't need to pick up my Bible and grow, or get involved in ministry to serve. My "statues" spoke my spiritual status for me. But if you looked beyond the statues, all you really saw was a person that was broken and in need of a huge transformation. Slowly over the course of time, I allowed God to peel chipped layers away from my life; friends, bad habits, selfishness, laziness, lack of compassion...He then resurfaced me with a sturdy and beautiful foundation. I had become so use to the appearance of my heart within, that I didn't realize how ugly it had truly become. It wasn't until I discovered that my brokenness was truly worthy of more, did I allow the spiritual makeover in my life. Sure, I still have required maintenance on a daily basis. But, my "statues" no longer represent false hope, but instead display a life that yells, "I AM worthy of the Lion"!

"The lions may grow weak and hungry, but those who seek the Lord lack no good thing." Psalms 34:10 (NIV)

Payback is a ...Sin

Revenge controls the heart, after a husband's mugging...

It was a quiet Tuesday night, October 1997. I laid in bed, fast asleep, as my husband, Todd, worked a second job delivering pizzas. Typically he was home no later than 1:00 am, so I got use to falling asleep, snuggled up to our cats. Knowing I had to wake up for work the next morning, I did not wait up for my husband to return home. I worked a job as a bank teller, so being awake and alert was pretty important.

My sleep was disturbed by the sudden ringing of the phone. I rolled over and my groggy eyes caught the time on the alarm clock. Who is calling me at 11:30 at night! After pushing my cat, Aerial, out of the way, I answered the phone, still half asleep. "Hello?" I was greeted on the other end of the line by my husband. "Jenn, you need to come down to the shop, I was just mugged," he said very calmly. I quickly sat up in bed and began to spew out questions; Are you okay? Did you get hurt? What happened? He ended the interrogation by saying, "Yea, I'm fine, just come down here." I raced to get dressed, throwing on old sweatpants and a sweatshirt. As I ran out to the car I couldn't help but wonder why he needed me. If he is alright, why is he having me come to the pizza shop? I did what I always do, and started to play the 'what if' game with myself. The shop was just around the corner from our apartment, so I was able to get there before my mind game got too far.

I pulled up to the shop and immediately noticed an ambulance in the parking lot. As I pulled my car into a parking space in front of the shop, I could see my husband through the large window. I gasped, as I saw EMT's surrounding him and blood covering his face, arm, and shirt. I rushed inside, thinking he had been shot, but knew he wouldn't of called me personally if that was the case. Tears filled my eyes as I approached him sitting in a chair, with gauze over his face. He looked vulnerable, an emotion I hadn't seen in him before. "What happened to you?!" I said, looking around the shop for clues. "I had two guys jump me on my last delivery. They broke my nose. They need to take me to the hospital because I need stitches." He pulled off the gauze and revealed a gash on the right side of his nose. I stood there, speechless, trying to take it all in. The EMT's informed him that they needed to take him by ambulance, as he had come close to passing out a few times. They helped him stand up and assisted him outside and into the back of the ambulance.

I followed closely behind in my car, as we made our way to the hospital. In the ten minute drive, I went through every emotion possible; nervousness, sadness, fear, anger, bitterness. We finally arrived and I waited out in the lobby until they patched him up. "Mrs. Van Dahm? You can head back now," the nurse called from the front desk. I made my way over to the large metal doors, where she buzzed me through. As I entered his room, I felt anxious. How could this happen and more importantly, WHY did this happen? I sat in the chair, holding his hand, as he retold that night's events.

He had received an order for an apartment across the street from where we lived. He made his way over there, with pizzas in hand. As he rang the doorbell he was greeted by a confused man. "I didn't order any pizzas," the man declared. After confirming the address on the box was indeed this apartment, they both shrugged and marked it up to an error. As he turned to leave the apartment, he noticed two boys walking by. Thinking nothing of it, he continued on to his truck. As he opened the truck door he could suddenly hear the sound of feet running up behind him. He spun around and was instantly thrown into a quarrel. (My husband had a brown belt in Karate at the time, but was always taught to only use it as a last resort.) The two boys continued to attack, throwing punches at any chance they got. At one point Todd had them both by the throat and went to shove them into the fence. One problem, the fence wobbled backward, causing him to lose all force. Then it came, the blow to the nose. Still not sure if they had on brass knuckles, but the force of the hit broke open the skin and shattered the bone. The sight of blood flowing everywhere must of freaked the boys out. They rapidly pulled away and instructed Todd to get inside the truck, put his head down, close his eyes, and not look up for a few minutes. Was this it? Where they going to shoot him? After a minute, he peered up only to find himself alone. He quickly started the truck and headed back to the shop. The puzzling part of all this...they never took his money. They stole the pizzas, and the cops found the pizzas stacked up around the corner later. Probably lost their appetite, after seeing all the blood!

"So, you sit here with a shattered nose, over pizzas?" I was stunned. How dare someone do this to MY husband. "If I ever find them, they are going to pay!" I could feel the anger hurricane stirring from within. My husband continued, "The cops said it appeared to be an initiation of some sort. It's been happening a lot lately. They think they know who it is, but need a positive ID first." Still brewing over my plan for revenge, I asked, "You did see their face, didn't you?" My husband slowly shook his head, "No, it was too dark out. The cop thinks they actually live there in the complex though." My brain began to work overtime. "So, if you saw them again, you might recognize them?" I was on to something here! "Maybe," he replied. "That's it! We are going to do a stake out. We'll park at the complex and watch for them. If you notice them, we'll call the cops or I can hit them with the car!" I announced with a confident nod. I was sure my plan was a good one. Then he said it. Four simple words. "Just let it go." I didn't say another word, but my mind was going a mile a minute. Let it go? Your laying in a hospital, while two punks roam the street terrorizing people, and you want me to 'just let it go'?! We need justice and they need to pay for what they did! This is not fair.

That was thirteen years ago. I am glad to say, I didn't run anyone over, nor did I set up the sting operation I wanted to. I did however have a battle within my heart, for several years. I felt the need to seek revenge, pay back. I thought it was my job to punish them for the wrong they had done to my husband. I longed for them to feel the pain and fear that they had forced on us. Over time, I allowed God to change my heart. Todd would always remind me to pray for them. Pray for the one who hurt you? That is very difficult to do, yet it is commanded by God. I found that through praying for them, I began to feel sorry for them. I longed for God to change their heart, and set them free from the sin they lived in. Who knows, one of them could be a pastor right now, telling stories of things they did before they knew Christ! Perhaps they are in jail, cause they continued to make wrong decisions. Either way, it is God they will have to answer to, not me. God will have the final say, the final judgement. I think bitterness and anger in the heart can take much longer to heal, than physical pain. Maybe someone hurt you through words or actions, and your heart still longs for revenge. That person has likely gone on their merry way, and here you still stand in captivity. Have you prayed for them or is it just easier to fall back on your emotion? Let me tell you, it is very difficult to be angry with someone you are praying for! Let me leave you with a quote to ponder. A preacher said this during a morning service a few years ago, and it stuck with me. "You change because you learn enough you WANT to, or you hurt enough you HAVE to."

"Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: "It is mine to avenge; I will repay," says the Lord." Romans 12:19 (NIV)

Protecting the Family Name

Do your actions embarrass the family name...

We have a saying here in the Van Dahm household, "Don't embarrass the family name". We pull it out when one of us gets caught doing something they shouldn't have. Let's just say, we have been using it a lot lately! Around the dinner table the other night, we were talking about what that really means. We strive to teach our kids that when they make a choice, it reflects on the family as a whole, and vice verse.

I can recall situations when my kids innocently embarrassed me as the parent. Apologizing, as my children noticed the excessively overweight man in line, the person passing by with bad odor, or the child who acted differently because they had a disability. I remember thinking how their actions would reflect on me. Although I don't behave that way, I felt others might misunderstand who we are as a whole.

Think how often we embarrass God's name. We may act differently, when we think no one is looking, and sure enough, that is when we are being watched the closest. It's funny how I can walk into a coffee shop and half way through my drink, someone will approach me, "Are you so and so's friend? I remember you from the birthday party five years ago." It is in those moments I think to myself, Uh oh, was I behaving? I have had discussions with people, only to discover that we actually have a mutual friend in another state. Thank God I didn't use that person as an example during our conversation!

That's my point! If my goal was to consistently live in the light of God, I wouldn't have to worry about what I may have said or done. It is equally important to watch my behaviors behind closed doors; the shows I am watching, speaking kindly of others, and how I spend most of my day. I want to be able to show a true representation of who God is, through the way I live. I want to do justice to His awesomeness! To bring glory to His name!

Are your daily actions and words bringing honor or dishonor to God's family name?

"My Salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge." Psalm 62:7 (NIV)