I’m not the Only One

I’m not the Only One

“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God and are justified by His grace as a gift through the redemption that is Christ Jesus.” Romans 3:23-24

In  September of 2002, my husband and I had been married about 6 weeks. We went to the Grand Canyon with some friends. We flew back to Los Angeles. He boarded an airplane with his friends to go hike Half Dome in Yosemite and I left the airport to go home because I had to work the next day.

I stayed with him until his flight left. There was a call for he and his friends to board their flight. I began to tear up because I was going to miss him. A woman saw me crying and walked over to me. She asked, “what is wrong, honey?” I told her, “we  just got married and this is the first night I will be away from him.” She said, “well, ain’t that sweet…but give it 10 years and then you will be happy when he leaves.” I didn’t laugh, I cried more.

Fast forward from that moment to the present, we had just celebrated 15 years of marriage.  My husband’s friend ask him to help their family move across the country.  He asked me if he could help him and I said, “have a great time!” So those woman’s words in the airport, kind of came true.

Part of me couldn’t believe I was glad he was leaving. Guilt set in and I thought I was a horrible wife for wanting some space. And then I wondered if he could take our daughter too. I love them both to the moon and back but for the love of God, I just wanted time alone.

The enemy began to tell me more lies. I began to think that I was the worst mother in the world. I see social media posts of friends with their children explaining about how much they love being home with them and how they do not want the summer to end. And I feel like the biggest jerk for feeling annoyed at my husband and daughter.

I expressed my guilt to my friends.   A lot of them said they were counting the days when school was back in session. Hmmm…so, it isn’t just me. Even my counselor told me that when her husband, who works from home, goes into the office, she feels like celebrating.

Maybe it is true, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

I wanted a close knit family, where we spent all of our moments together.  But that didn’t happen. I love them deeply but not enough to be around them all the time. Life is about balance. The enemy wants me to feel isolation, that I am the only one with bad feelings. He reminds me of my history of Postpartum Depression and how rotten I could be around others.

But God reminds me that I am not the only one going through life’s ups and downs. He reminds me that I have a lot to be thankful towards and I can go to Him with my bad thoughts and anger ANYTIME. I can ask for forgiveness and a grateful heart for my life to change this complaining attitude. And still I have God’s grace when I feel annoyed when there are dirty socks and dishes left out.

Lesson Learned: I am reminded that there is always someone going through the same or worse than me. And there is still plenty to be thankful for in my life.

“Dear Lord Jesus, forgive me for complaining about my life. But I thank you for your grace and mercy in the times that I fall short. Continually remind me of your goodness and blessing in my life. Give me a new focus when things are bad times and they are temporary. Remind me to fill myself up with your word and to go to prayer for help. (And thank you that school is starting soon…). In Jesus’ Name, AMEN!

I Was Left Out

“My friends, we beg you to warn anyone who isn’t living right.  Encourage anyone who feels left out, help all who are weak, and be patient with everyone.”  1 Thessalonians 5:14


Sharing pictures of gatherings on social media should represent fun.  However, when you are not invited and you find out about said event through social media, the hurt feelings come rising to the surface.  Now here’s a party you can attend “pity party for one”.


This happened to me, I found about about an event I was not invited to on Facebook.   In these pictures  I see a bunch of my friends taking part in the event.  I could feel all kinds of feelings: hurt, anger, and sadness.  So, I react how any level headed person would do, I post a comment and ask indirectly about the missed invitation to the event.  (Yeah, real classy.)  


I received an explanation that I was invited months ago but she said I didn’t give her an answer to helping out.  However, I remember things differently.  I was so angry.  All the bad thoughts started pouring in…“Am I that forgettable?”  “No one likes me.”  “I am always left out.”


God gently reminded me that I have a choice, I can either hold a grudge or be responsible for my own feelings and not be hurt by the lack of invites.  Life goes on and my life is still good even without the invites.  


No one knows what people are thinking and why they do the things they do.  The burden is too great to figure out how people think.  Move on and be the friend to others that you would want for yourself.  I went back and deleted the comment, since it was a mistake to even write it.


Lesson Learned:  You won’t get invited to everything and it is okay.



“Dear Heavenly Father, may I see that I am valuable even if I am not on people’s guest lists.  Let me be encouraging to people who feel left out.  Reveal in me areas that need change to be a light towards others.  In Jesus’ Name, AMEN!”


Mid-Life Transition

“The glory of young men is their strength, but the splendor of old men is their gray hair.” Proverbs 20:29

It has been 6 months since I turned 40 years old. Some days, I can feel the pain of it, both physically and mentally. There is a growing level of disappointment about my life that feels suffocating and tiresome.  Honestly, it is a terrible way to live.

It was time for my yearly wedding ring inspection at the jeweler. They inspect and clean the ring back to its original luster. I love my ring, it isn’t too big or too small. It has a vintage look and I still receive compliments on it after 14+ years. Some of my husband’s family couldn’t believe he bought me that ring because it wasn’t on clearance somewhere. His sister saw the ring and said, “Hey, come look at what my cheap-skate brother bought his girlfriend! Welcome to the family!”

I gave the ring to the sales person and she went back to inspect and clean the ring.  She came back and said, “have you considered upgrading your ring?” I stood there with my mouth open in disbelief. She said, I deserved a bigger ring because we are nearing our 15 year anniversary. I told her, that I love my ring and it has true sentimental value, plus I wouldn’t want to have someone Kim Kardashian my finger to steal it. Now, she was in disbelief, as I thanked her and walked out of the store.

As ridiculous as that situation seemed, it planted a bad seed of discontent in my mind. While I didn’t want a new ring, I thought maybe my husband may want to upgrade and get a new wife. I felt this way because I know of two women that are separating from their husbands. One wanted to, because she felt she could do better while the other one was blind-sided by her husband’s decision to separate. Other people I know are discontent in careers they have been working hard in for 20+ years. They say, there just has to be something better but simpler.

One Sunday morning, I was driving my family to church. I felt this overwhelming sadness hit me. As the tears streamed down my face, I silently prayed, “Lord, what is going on with me?” The response I felt was, “I feel like I am having a mid-life crisis.” I giggled on the inside and thought, “am I going to buy a Ferrari next?” But I realized that I am feeling the same thing that many are feeling in their lives. The commonality of a lot of these struggling people are we are all in our 40’s, assessing our lives, wondering-what next?

Ironically, that same Sunday, our pastor began a series on the book of Daniel. He told a story about his own insecurities when he started off as a pastor. The pastor prayed about the insecurities and God told him, “just be you, be who I created you to be, no one else.” That sermon took a hold of my heart.

After the pity party at church, I gave my friend a call. She is able to listen and give a Godly assessment. I told her what I was experiencing, mentioning the mid-life crisis. She told me, “I don’t believe that this is a mid-life crisis, more like a mid-life transition.” My friend was right. God can create a change in our hearts to be who He intended us to be.

Living life in this world pulls us in many different directions. We believe we have to: make a certain amount of money, marry someone aesthetically pleasing, live in a nice zip code, own lots of things, give our children a life with endless activities. To attain these things, we believe we have to work overtime, supply our kids with material things, instead of attention. I admit, I was lured into thinking that I needed the $200 French face cream to combat the wrinkles that are forming. Yet, life can be much simpler. We can take a step back and communicate this to our loved ones. More than likely, they are feeling it too.

Lesson Learned: I won’t lament over the idea that life is over.  I will access them and ask God, what is it that you are trying to show me?

“Dear Heavenly Father, forgive me for living my life in the world. Show me what you created me to be. Give me the confidence to pursue your will instead of mine. Thank you for supplying all of my needs. Create a grateful heart, not one of discontent. Convict me of those times, when I am envious of others. In Jesus’ Name, AMEN!”

Social Distortion

“However, each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband.” Ephesians 5:33


Social Media is a slippery slope.  Many people put things out there to share with their real and social media friends and their families.  Usually it is when they look their best or if something good happens to them.  Studies have shown how it triggers anxiety or sadness to those who constantly see it in their feeds.  The nickname, Fakebook, for Facebook is all too true.  


I was on Instagram and a lovely woman posted a picture and wrote about her husband.  She talked about how he is a mighty man of God and how blessed she is to have him be the leader of her family.  I imagined that he gathered his wife and kids and led a prayer everyday.  They probably studied The Bible together and had one devotional as a couple and one with their children.    I felt this twinge of disappointment. My husband goes to church and that’s about it.  But I heard the Holy Spirit say, “Pray for him to be what God would want him to be.  Not what this husband is for his family.”

My mind flooded with things that my husband has done that are awesome.  Here are some good that have occurred in our almost 15 years of marriage:

  • I have seen the toilet seat up 2 times
  • doesn’t play video games or have any social media accounts
  • doesn’t buy the newest gadgets or gamble on fantasy football leagues
  • works hard as a public school math teacher and has missed work 5 days in 18 years
  • takes our daughter on “daddy-daughter” dates every week since she was 4 years old, she is 9 now
  • tells me he loves me and our daughter everyday

I realized, I have it really good.

The fact is the enemy uses social media to create discontent and depression.  I have put myself on social media restrictions because of this very thing.  The moment I begin to feel disappointment, I shut it off.  God wants us to be thankful in all things, not depressed.

Honestly, I am glad that the lady I mentioned on Instagram has a wonderful man of God for a husband.  There needs to be more men like him and my husband in this world.

Lesson Learned:  I know what is true and it isn’t on social media.


“Dear Heavenly Father,  remove discontent from my life.  Show me daily your goodness.  Reveal the distractions that the enemy puts before me.  Give me the strength to not give into disappointment, real or manifested by social media. In Jesus’ Name.  AMEN!”

The Comparison Trap

But, “Let the one who boasts boast in the Lord. For it is not the one who commends himself who is approved, but the one whom the Lord commends.” 2 Corinthians 10:17-18

There is a beautiful man-made lake (not too many real ones, where I live) in the city where my church is located. There is a nice path around the lake that is frequented by walkers, runners, and bicyclists. I was walking at my usual snail’s pace around the lake when a little girl caught my eye. She could not have been more than 3 years old and she was riding her bicycle with no training wheels. People would stop and do a double take. Several different people asked her mother how old she was because they couldn’t believe she was able to ride a two-wheeled bicycle at her age.

I thought about how scared my husband and I were teach our child to ride a bicycle because we did not want her to get hurt. If I could have wrapped her in bubble wrap, I would have done so. She just turned 7 years old when she learned, not three years old. This was not my child’s fault for learning later on, but there I was comparing her to another child. I was thinking, I should have started sooner. Then, I had the funniest thought, would that even matter in 10 years? Would that three-year old boast someday about how she learned to ride a bike so young? Like many other milestones, would a person say in their future: I potty trained when I was 2, I learned to read at 4 years old, I was the first to drive a car! It just doesn’t matter.

I have compared myself, my husband, my child, against others. I even have watched popular court room television shows and thought how happy I was that I wasn’t that person. I was so wrong to do that. Maybe I thought it could motivate me or my family, but usually it ended up upsetting rather than motivating. Other examples are how we look at people’s social media accounts and usually see the good, not the bad. We look at: what people drive, where they live, how their kids do in school compared to our own, and what clothes others wear. It is exhausting. Blame this behavior on a failed human nature but it is wearing us down.

We do need to be motivated to be who God wanted us to be. It has to be by His standards, not of this world’s standards. The Bible gives plenty of direction, especially in the books of Psalms and Proverbs. I always pray Psalms 139:23-24, “Search me God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.” It helps come back in alignment with what truly matters. I know I will fail at falling back into the comparison trap, but thankfully I can have God redeem my heart back to what truly matters, His will for me.

Lesson Learned: I know when I finally understand how much God loves me, it takes the pressure off to constantly compare.


Dear Heavenly Father, I thank you for the life you have given me. Search my heart and show me where I feel discontented or envy. Show me your ways Lord. Teach me what I need to carry our your will. When people may be have nicer things, more successful or better at something, let me be pleased and not envious. Remind me of all the times you have provided. In Jesus’ Name. AMEN!”

Sore Losers

Do not rejoice when your enemy falls, and let not your heart be glad when he stumbles, lest the Lord see it and be displeased, and turn away his anger from him.” Proverbs 24:17-18

I am a Sore Loser

I love sports. There are two favorite teams of mine that I pledge my allegiance to, The Los Angeles Kings and The UCLA Bruins. My father went to UCLA, so it was an automatic for me to cheer for that school. I saw one hockey game almost 25 years ago and I was hooked. Whenever these two teams play their rivals, I want to crawl in a hole and stay there until the smoke clears. Why? I am a sore loser. I admit it.

I know how loud I scream and cheer, does not change the outcome of game. If they do not win because of a lack of effort or it is a tight game all the way through, I am fine with it. Why am I a sore loser? It is the fans that make the experience horrifying. I have seen grown men fight each other because their cheer for different teams. I have seen social media comments that would make the scum of the earth blush. I cannot believe how people can turn into their worst self. Yet, I am so guilty of it too. If my team won, I wanted to rub it in their faces. Mainly because my teams didn’t win very much and I would always get razzed at school or online for being a fan of a losing team. I wanted to quit watching sports because I couldn’t take the sentiments that people would spew. I even found websites dedicated to people hating sports for that very reason. I thought of all things in this world, why would it bother me so much? I think it musters the same feelings when you or your child had an embarrassing moment and you have to face people the next day. You just want to be left alone.

Recently UCLA got worked by their rival school. I didn’t want to go on social media because a few of the USC fans, I know, enjoy with great pleasure to tell me how great they are after their team wins. I actually prayed that I become immune to the razzing. I went on Facebook to manage my website’s page. The very first picture I saw, was a pastor’s family from my church, devoted UCLA fans. They were all dressed up in their Bruin gear. The pastor’s wife was holding their very young baby. He was crying in the picture. Her caption read, “I think my son knew what the outcome of the game was going to be. But I still love my team!” I laughed out loud and then started to cry. I cried because I thought, how silly am I to be so wrapped up in something so trivial that I have no control over. I also realized she diffused the situation. She wrote something so cute and lovely. She admitted defeat but showed it didn’t matter. Believe it or not, it healed me of being a sore loser. You can lose with grace. You still survived. You can love sports and support your team, but you put your devotion in where it matters.

We will always face someone or some force trying to embarrass us or bring our spirit down. Sometimes, we need to be humble but never squashed. But God is our refuge and our strength, we have nothing to ever fear even when we want to hide.


“Dear Heavenly Father,

Forgive me for getting so wrapped up in trivial things as wins and losses. But thank you that I can still learn a lot of things in the little things. Help me love and treat people as you would love and treat them. I pray that I be a great sport no matter the situation and be a good example. In Jesus’ Name. AMEN!”

But their spiritual gift sounds better than mine

“In His grace, God has given us different gifts for doing certain things well.  So if God has given you the ability of prophesy, speak out with as much faith as God has given you.  If your gift is serving others, serve them well.  If you are a teacher, teach well.  If your gift is to encourage others, be encouraging.  If it is giving, give generously.  If God has given you leadership ability, take the responsibility seriously.  And if you have a gift for showing kindness to others, do it gladly.”  Romans 12:6-8


As my walk with the Lord grew deeper, I began to wonder what were my spiritual gifts.  You hear what those gifts are preached in a sermon.  You pray about it.  You take tests that give you an idea of what they are based on the questions you answer.  I wish God would just speak from heaven and tell me exactly what I have to do, so I don’t wonder or waste time.  So, I took one of those tests.  I eagerly waited for the email to drop into my inbox and reveal my destiny.  I wanted it to say that I would be a teacher or a person of encouragement, something meaningful.  The test answer came and it listed my #1 gift as Volunteer Poverty.  My reaction was like a scene from a movie, when someone walks into a place and the record playing music scratches in the background and silence evades.


What in the heck is volunteer poverty?  I basically prefer to live a simple life.  I can live without Starbucks coffee and buying new clothes every few months.  I prefer fixing items instead of tossing them.  I don’t need the newest gadget.  I try to live a minimalist life.  I don’t always succeed, but if I needed to, I can definitely go without.  I would rather go without, so someone else who needs it more than me, can be happy.   I guess that can be a virtue but it doesn’t feel like it could advance the Kingdom.  I wanted my gift to be world changing, I want to make people see His glory.  Well, this is where I went wrong.  “I want” should be “Lord what do you want me to do and use me”.  Then there are seasons where God wants our focus on our family for a length of time.  I have been a stay at home mother for a few years now.  When our child went to school full time, I figured I would get a part time job (and I did).  I think society and just overall financial pressures made me feel I had to work to contribute.  People have this idea stay at home mothers just sit there and do nothing.  But I was doing something…I was staying home to raise my child to be a good citizen in this world.  We sacrificed fixing the home up, going on vacations, buying more “crap” so I could be there for my child.  I guess scoring high on volunteer poverty helped me not be disappointed about no vacations.  Every time I thought about what could I be doing more to bring income or feel productive, I would get little hints that where I was in this stage of my life was just fine.  I saw a book recommendation on Facebook called “Home Matters” by Sue Wilson.  It reminds me of a Christian home economics study on steroids.  It is awesome.  First hint was, I had someone say, your missionary field right now is your husband and child.  The second hint happened, when,  I was at a home group at my church and was getting that thought again, “am I really being productive?”  The enemy loves to torture us with repetitive thoughts.  Just then I was feeling cold and the host brought me a blanket.  I kid you not, that blanket was embroidered with the saying, “there is no place like home”.

I am learning to be content in the season I am in and looking forward to what God has in store for me.  I will continue to pray that God strengthen me in the gifts He wants me to have and pray everyday for the opportunity to show people how much God loves them.


(I do want to give a shout out to all the mothers out there, who have careers and work full time.  I praise you for having the strength and endurance to do both.  It is exhausting to do either one, but to do both, I am tired thinking about it.  This post was for me expressing being content in where I am, not saying staying home is meant for all.)



“Dear Heavenly Father, I know you have a plan and a purpose for my life.  Whether you reveal it to me now or in the distant future, I thank you for it.  Give me experiences and opportunities to grow and mature and to be equipped for whatever it may be.  Remind me when I feel discontent at the current time and wonder why am I where I am, that there is something being planned.  Help me to do  the best I can whatever season I am in.  Time is fleeting and it will be over before I know it.  Thank you for making me unique and that there is no one else like me.  In Jesus’ Name, AMEN!”

Gossip…Loose lips sink ships

“But avoid irreverent babble, for it will lead people into more and more ungodliness and their talk will spread like gangrene…” 2 Timothy 2:16-17


Gossip…I cringe when I hear that word, but I have gossiped with the best of them.  I have gossiped about people who I know, loved and hated.  I have read my fair share of gossip columns or watched entertainment shows about celebrities.  Who doesn’t want to get the dirt on someone?  It is our selfish nature to compete and feel better about ourselves.  But when you are on the receiving end of it, it is devastating and hurtful.


It was a new school year for my child and I noticed that a particular student was not at school.  I asked around, but truly for concern, because they literally dropped off from the face of the earth.  Everyone had their ideas of what happened but no real answers.  Then one day, I drove past their home (which was in the neighborhood of the school) and saw people with what looked like Hazmat suits rummaging through their belongings.  It appeared to have been a clean up crew that would go in once a home was abandoned.  The first thing that entered my mind was, I have to tell someone!

However, immediately, I felt this jolt, like a slap to the back of the head.  God said told me, “Don’t you dare!  Would you like someone spreading half truths or lies about you?”  Sure, what I saw was true, but there is obviously a full story behind it.  Maybe, they just had a cleaning crew come out or they did have to abandon their home for a serious reason.  But I was in no position to talk about their affairs.  Imagine if I did, it would be like the old game “phone tree”.  One would say what I said to their friend, then they would tell their friend, but jazz it up a bit for drama’s sake until it became nothing like it was first cited.  It was none of my business.  Until I am told by that person or their spokesperson of what happened, I have to remain silent and pray for their situation.


Gossip is a hard habit to break, but we are told in God’s word how much our words matter.  Even in our venting about friends and family to other friends and family have to be done in a way that it is not a full assault or exaggerated truths.  If we are confided to a secret, keep that secret.  When we are given private information, keep it private.  “Treat others as you wish to be treated”  is perfect when dealing with this.  When you hear gossip about someone, don’t take part in it.  If you are told something in secret, keep it secret.  This world seems so out of control and it is hard not to get swept up into this whirl wind of people’s private lives especially on social media.  But change is possible!



“Dear Heavenly Father.  Protect me Lord in my relationships to not reveal secrets.  Help me control my ability to share others’ information.  Help me protect privacy.  Forgive me when I have taken part in gossip or slander.  If I notice a situation, remind me to ask first if I can help.  If they do not want my help, let me be okay with that.  Let me content in my life that I don’t need to know every facet of the lives of others.  In Jesus’ Name. AMEN!”

Self Pity to Being Satisfied

A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.” Proverbs 17:22

I have trouble cooking, but I have a great recipe for a pity party. It takes 2 cups of complaining, ½ cup of a defeated spirit, 1 tablespoon of a wallowing and a pinch of negativity. I throw this party when I don’t receive feedback or validation. If hear something from the Lord and I don’t get a sign from everyone I encounter that day, then maybe it wasn’t meant to be…trust issues, much?

A person received a word from the Lord for me. I was stunned because of what it was. It was out of my element. It would take a lot of courage and patience, two virtues that I haven’t used very often in my life. I decided to be obedient and write. So, I started this blog. The word from the Lord seemed so powerful that success would be immediate. Let me remind you, I have never done anything to this degree, so I did not realize the degree of planning and work that would need to go into it. I would feel so defeated. I wondered why people were not liking the Facebook page or subscribing to the blog. I would ask if they had seen a request and they would say they never got it. I took it personal. Maybe they just simply didn’t like it or they had too much asking for their attention but wondered why?

I read a Facebook post from a person that everyone was commenting on. She was explaining her debilitating health issues. People were telling her how she should write a book and how inspirational she was. Instead of giving her mercy and saying a prayer for her, I had jealousy that people were encouraging and praising her. What does she have that I don’t have? She has cancer. Then it hit me, do I want cancer, so people can have something to read? NO!!! But that downward spiral didn’t stop, I was reminded of a quote from Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet”. “He jests at scars that have never felt a wound.” I thought, I am a fraud, my writings have nothing to offer. I haven’t dealt with a disease, death of a loved one or serious money issues. So what could I possibly say that people would want to hear or learn about?

I felt so down. Thankfully, I heard a gentle whisper from the Lord, ‘”you are not to write only for reward, you are to write, so people can know I love and value them.” Every time, I write, I feel His presence. Maybe I am the only one getting anything out of it, but the hope is always help to bring the greater good.


Dear Heavenly Father, Forgive me for not seeing your greater plan. Protect me from my flesh, when I doubt. Remind me every day that it is Your way, not mine. Equip me with what I need to bring life in what I say or write. Give me your vision for your will for me. Expose the areas in my heart that are not of you. Remove them and fill them with your love and grace. I give you self pity and ask for satisfaction. In Jesus’ precious and mighty name, AMEN!”

He loves us the same

I tell you the truth, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger great than the one who sent him.” John 13:16

There is a wonderful woman that attends my church. I consider her a Saint. She is loved by everyone she meets and is highly regarded. She has endured much in her life, a rough childhood and overcoming cancer. The first time I ever heard her speak was at a Women’s tea at a different church. I wanted to email her and tell her how I enjoyed her words. I never did, but thought of her often. The second Sunday at our new church, up walks a women on the stage to give the announcements. I realize, “It is her, I have to talk to her.” Immediately after service, I ran over to her. I asked her if she was the speaker at a tea a few years ago. She said she was. I told her how much I enjoyed it and was so happy to finally meet her. Over the next few years, I have had the pleasure of getting to know her and she has given me so much advice and a listening ear.

On a Sunday in 2012, I saw a friend before church. As we were talking, that woman who I highly regard, walked over, gave us hugs and said hello. I told my friend, “Someday, I hope to grow up to be like her. She handles difficult situations with ease and always seems to be praising God through it. My friends said, “Wait until you hear the sermon today!” Her husband, another amazing individual gave a sermon about their struggle during the time she battled cancer. The sermon was tearful and inspirational. Their journey was scary and weary. After the sermon, a different friend I was sitting behind, came over and put her arm around me and said I have a word from the Lord for you. She said, “God loves you the same as the woman this sermon was about.” Cue the ugly cry.

What a beautiful reminder that God loves His children the same. We wish we could be more godly or be just like amazing people we know. God uses us all differently and we need to accept it whether it seems grand or simple. Comparing ourselves is an opportunity the enemy uses to make us feel insignificant or valueless. It gives us a reason to not even try. We can look to amazing people as inspiration and to remember everything is for His glory.


Dear Heavenly Father, remind to do all things for the glory of the Lord. Use the big and the small gestures to advance your Kingdom. Bless all those that are spreading the gospel, whether as a missionary in a far away land, raising children to be good citizens or serving coffee and donuts. I am so thankful that you are not comparing us to one another and that you are pleased with what we do to give glory to your name, In Jesus’ Name. AMEN!”