The Rescue

Growing up in Minnesota we would go boating for hours on the river or on Lake Minnetonka. It was our favorite thing in the world to do. I could sit in the front of the boat all day long while we cruised on the water. It never got old. Boating with my parents are by far my favorite memories. I miss my dad for many reasons but one of the things I miss most is going with him on a boat trip. I have heard people say that heaven is whatever your idea of heaven is. If that is true there is a never ending river and an open bowed boat with my dad driving it right now. The very thought of that makes me smile, even if it isn’t true.

Our cabin in Washington sits right on the lake. If I take ten steps from our front door I will be in the water. It is a great, clean, spring-fed lake. It is the perfect size lake to swim, kayak, paddle board and tube. It is not however a great size lake to go boating on. It is fun to driving slow and looking at all of the houses and cabins, but I like to go fast :).

For years I have been begging my father-in-law to take me on some “big water”. Our cabin is close to the Pend Oreille river which runs right into Lake Pend Oreille, the second largest fresh water lake in the country. Every year the guys would talk about the lake and how it is 1100 feet deep in some parts and I would beg to go on it. The response was always the same “That would be fun- someday”.

Well this year my “someday” finally came! My father-in-law bought a new boat and he was ready to try it out on some big water. We launched the boat in the river and had an eighteen mile boat ride to the lake. The river was amazing. It was so wide and the houses alongside were huge. Some of them even had their own tram running from their house to the lake. I was smiling from ear to ear with tears running down my face as I was flooded with memories of boating with my dad. The only thing that would have made the moment better was if I could have shared it with my mom and sisters who also share the love of boating.

The river was amazing, but the lake- the lake was absolutely breathtaking. It was huge! The mountains surrounding the lake were magnificent and with each turn you felt like you were in another part of the country. If you told me I was in Alaska, or the Puget Sound I would have believed you. I felt so small and the world felt so big and it was all so perfect.

We stopped at a little marina so we could use the bathroom and get some snacks. I saw a tank top that read “My Happy Place- Lake Pend Oreille, Idaho.” I had to have it as I couldn’t have been anymore happy than I was at that moment. I put it on for the return trip and as the boat headed home I had the same smile and another tear or two over the perfectness of the day.

We got through the lake and entered the river. We had eighteen miles back to the boat launch. One mile in the boat made a horrible sound and then stopped completely and shut off. Tom tried to restart it, but it just sputtered and died. It was out of gas! Though the gas gauge read more than a quarter tank, the boat told us differently. The gauge was obviously broken. We were stranded in the middle of the river.

We will bypass, for today, the whole “Well didn’t you fill up with gas at the marina just to be safe” conversation. That is another lesson for another day. I will jump straight to the “What do we do now?” part of the story. After about two minutes of all of us staring at each other in disbelief while ignoring the “Why didn’t you guys just fill up the tank when we stopped at the marina?” elephant in the boat,the guys started waving their arms at a boat nearby. At first the people simply waved back thinking we were just following friendly boat etiquette but when the guys kept waving they finally stopped and said “Do you need help?”

Their boat was an expensive bright orange Wake Setter boat with all the bells, whistles, gadgets, and more. They were out trying to surf behind the boat when we flagged them down. The driver seemed nice enough but the others in the boat simply seemed annoyed with the thought of taking time out of their day to help the idiots that ran out of gas on the river that runs into the country’s second largest freshwater lake.

The driver said he would drive the four miles north to the next marina to see if they had a gas can or some other means of helping us. That was the extent of their offer to help but beggars can’t be choosers so we thanked them and watched them ride away.

After what seemed like eternity we all came to the conclusion that they did not go look for help. We thought it more likely that they turned the corner of the river and said “So long suckers!” and went about their Friday afternoon fun. I asked my father-in-law if the boat had a paddle. He dug it out of the hull and I took it, smiled, and said “I have been training the entire summer for this moment.”

I climbed on the bow of the boat, sat down, and started paddling. Now paddling a twenty-two foot boat seventeen miles down the river would be quite a task, and I did not think for a million years I would accomplish that task. I did however, take great pleasure in seeing my hours of paddle-boarding amount to something as we worked our way down the river, and I preferred taking an active role in my rescue rather than just sit there like some helpless damsel in distress.

I also knew that when another boat saw a middle aged woman sitting on the bow paddling the boat, they would know we were in need of rescue. Rather than flag down someone that doesn’t want to help, this would give someone that is willing to help an opportunity to come to us.

Sure enough, within a few minutes two boats approached us, one on the right and one on the left. The one on the left was heading our way and offered to tow us to the marina. It was an Italian family (judging by the beautiful dark skin, hair, and sweet accent) with a small yellow boat named Vintage Whine. We attached to their boat and began the thirty minute tow to the marina. We kept commenting on how awesome it was that they would do this as it was now about eighty eight degrees of pounding sun and we could tell they were miserably hot. So awesome to come across such generous people.

We will also bypass the part of the story where we get towed into the marina that is also a riverside bar and grill and were faced with approximately one hundred sympathetic, yet condescending, smirky looks for the poor idiots that did not fill up the tank when they stopped at the marina on the lake to use the bathroom. There is no need to discuss that. There is nothing amazing about that part of the story.

What was amazing is the fact that the gas attendant pointed over to the sheriff boat and said “Someone came a few minutes ago to call the sheriff and tell them you were out of gas and where you were located”. We looked and saw the sheriff and then we saw the bright orange Wake Setter parked along the dock. What do you know, the nice guy with the crabby crew pulled through after all. He did in fact rescue us, just not in the way we thought.

There have been many times in my life that I have cried out to the Lord for help and felt like I have waited forever for that help. There have even been times when I felt like there may never be a rescue at all. However, time and time again God has proven faithful and has rescued me. Whether I was in distress due to my own idiotic mistakes, or the victim of someone else’s, He has always rescued me.

In the times that I feel I need an immediate tow, but God had a different rescue plan in mind, I often find that my character develops, my faith grows, and ultimately when the rescue does come, my relationship with God is strengthened. Sometimes those lonely cry for help times are the best ways to grow your faith and your relationship with God. If life cruised along perfectly down the river all the time, I have the feeling I would drift away from Him and forget how sweet it is when He is my rescue.

If you find yourself up river without a paddle in life right now, I assure you that God is aware of your circumstance and has heard your prayer. I also assure you that the prayer has been answered and help is on the way. Though you may feel like you need an immediate tow, He ultimately knows the best rescue for your situation, and the answers are on their way!

He grants the desires of those who fear him; he hears their cries for help and rescues them. Psalm 145:19

Love, Grace, and a Tow Rope Rescue To You All,

Jen

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I Quit!

This morning my daughter Charley and I took our one year old Mastiff Nana on a hike. It is 1.5 miles to the top of the hill and back down again. There are some steep parts on the way up where your heart gets pumping pretty good, but overall it is a pretty nice three mile hike.

I wasn’t sure if I should bring Nana today. I had brought her with yesterday and she seemed a little stiff and tired. I thought she maybe needed a rest day. However, as soon as I started to put my shoes on she stood next to me wagging her tail and whining. I took that as a sign that I should bring her with.

A few minutes into the hike I realized it was a little warmer than I had expected. It was a cooler morning but when the sun finally came out it came out strong. There was also no wind at all. Within minutes Nana’s tongue was hanging out and I could tell she was getting warm. She kept running ahead and exploring and her little nub of a tail was sure wagging so I assumed she was doing great.

On the way back down the hill Nana suddenly stopped, sat down, and then laid down. Her face was worth a million words, but all she needed were two- I QUIT! There was no way she was getting back up again. I looked at my phone and it said we still had a half a mile until we were back at the car. Nana weighs about 85 pounds so carrying her was not an option. I told Charley to wait with Nana and I would run ahead and drive back to pick them both up.

We’ve all been there haven’t we? We get to a point where we just can’t do it anymore. We are tired, weary, and hopeless. It doesn’t matter what hike we are on. We could be in a struggling and dysfunctional relationship. We could be dealing with an addiction. We could simply be overbooked and exhausted by all there is to do as a woman these days. Whatever the hike is, we sometimes get to the point where we throw up our hands, sit down, and say “I Quit.”

The Good News is, just as I was willing to run ahead to get the car to save Nana, we have Someone that has already gone before us and knows the end from the beginning. He is more than willing to be our refuge and hiding place when we grow weary. He is more than willing to pick us up when our journey has us worn out. And when we can’t take another step, it is just like Jesus says in the famous Footprints poem “It was then that I carried you”.

Then Jesus Said, “Come to me all who are weary, and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28

If you find yourself wanting to say “I Quit” in any area of your life, please know that Jesus is waiting for you, with open arms. Unlike me, who wasn’t strong enough to carry Nana, He can carry you through anything as far as you need him to. All you need to do is ask. If you would like prayer for any area of your life, please fill out a prayer request. I would be honored to pray for you.

Love, Grace, and a Place of Rest To You All,

Jen

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Got Weeds?

The other day while I was paddle boarding I noticed that I was barely moving. This seemed odd because I was paddling on calm water and I should have been cruising right along. I turned around and saw that there were a bunch of weeds wrapped around the fin and dragging behind me like streamers. “That’s weird” I thought. I didn’t even notice I went through any weeds.

I tried backing up to see if they would fall off but they stayed put. I tried whacking at them a little bit with my paddle but all that did was knock me off balance and I almost fell off. I finally had to get down on my hands and knees and reach down and pull them off with my hands. Once free from the weeds I was able to cruise ride along and enjoy the calm water.

The same thing happens to us throughout our lives. We unknowingly pick up little weeds along the way and suddenly wonder why we are moving so slow towards our goals and dreams. The weeds come in many forms. Sometimes they are the weeds of distraction that steal our time so we are always running behind. Sometimes they are the weeds of bad habits that rob us of our health, time, or relationships. Sometimes there are people in our lives that our dragging us down and hindering our forward motion.

Whatever the weeds in our lives are, God wants to help us get rid of them. Sometimes the weeds are an easy fix. Once you realize you have the weed you can easily rid yourself of it and keep on moving like I tried to do with the paddle. All you needed was the realization that it existed in the first place.

Other weeds may take a little more time to get rid of. Sometimes you need to stop what you are doing, get down on your knees, and focus your attention on eliminating the weeds. Nobody wants to take the time to address these bigger weeds. It seems like we get behind in all the other areas of life when we have to stop to address these weeds. However, the longer we let these weeds drag along, the harder we will have to work just to barely move forward, or even remain in the same place.

There is no shame in having weeds to deal with. We all have them. There is not a single person that doesn’t have weeds they deal with in their lives. The key is to deal with them before they slow you down and prevent you from living the life you were intended to live.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge cloud of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight (weed) that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us.-Hebrews 12:1 NLT

I was paddling with my neighbor the other day when I found myself dragging weeds again. She simply paddled over to me and said “Let me help you”. She was able to easily knock them off with her paddle and we were off cruising in no time. Sometimes the best way to get rid of weeds is with the help of another. If you are dealing with some weeds in your life and would like prayer regarding them please fill out a prayer request. You can remain anonymous.

Love, Grace, and a Weed Free Day to You All,

Jen

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You Are Not Lost!

It was too windy to paddle by board or by kayak this morning so I decided to take the kids and Nana (the dog) to a campground about ten miles from the cabin. It is a nice little campground with a few short hiking trails. It’s a great park and in all of the years of going there I think I have seen a total of two people.

As Nana and I were hiking I started thinking about the fact that even though I have hiked this trail over twenty five times, I still have never gone the same way or ended up where I thought I would. It’s strange really. There are only two trailheads and the trail is easy to follow yet I never quite know where I am going or where I will end up. Sometimes I end up back at the trailhead, other times the trail kicks me out way down the road from the campsite and I find myself walking a half mile down the road back to the car.

It used to bother me. I used to get irritated when the trail didn’t seem to take me the way I thought it should or would suddenly kick me out on the main road. All of the other hiking trails I have been on have a clear start and finish to them, or at least have signs along the way telling you which way to go depending on which trail you want to be on. This one however just has a bunch of trails and your hike may take twenty minutes or two hours depending on which twists and turns you take. It really is quite odd.

Today when I realized that the path I was on was not taking me to the top with the cool view but was winding me down towards a place where I would once again get spit out on the road I thought about all of the paths my life has taken over the years. I thought about the times I felt as though I were climbing uphill forever and would never get to a point where I was rewarded with an amazing view. I thought about the times I thought my path was finally leading somewhere only to turn a corner and be spit back out onto the road. I thought about the times when I wasn’t aware of the effort I was putting forth because I was enjoying the journey so much that when I suddenly hit the top and looked around at the view I had no idea really how I got there.

We take many different paths during the course of our lives. Some of them lead to fantastic views, some of them are a lot of work with no reward, and some of them simply spit us back out on the road. I used to drive myself crazy trying to figure out what path I should take or if I am on the right path. To be honest with you, I still often find myself wondering if I am where I am supposed to be when it comes to the desires of my heart and my current job. It doesn’t make sense to me that the path I am currently on will lead to a mountaintop view of the dreams I have.

Regardless of what makes sense I simply continue taking one step at a time on the current path I am on. I meditate on Gods Word that says He will show me which path to take (Proverbs 3:6) and trust that even if I do not know where I am going, He does.

I used to worry that I had made too many mistakes or given up too many times for me to ever get back on the path God had planned for me. I believed God had good plans for me, but I also feared I had ruined that plan somewhere along the way. I put more faith in my mistakes than in Gods mercy and grace. I started to believe I had been moved to Plan B for my life. Yes, it was still a good life, but it was not Plan A, which is the plan and the path I want more than anything.

Maybe you feel the way I did. Maybe you feel like you have been down too many paths leading nowhere or have somehow found yourself on the wrong path altogether. Maybe you feel like God has moved you over to Plan B instead of his original Plan A for your life. If you feel this way please meditate on todays verse. Write it down and stick in on your bathroom mirror. Let it sink down into your heart and bring you peace.

The Lord is good and does what is right; he shows the proper path to those that go astray. Psalm 25:8 NLT

Notice it says that the Lord is good and does what is right. It doesn’t say that we are good or that we do what is right. It has nothing to do with us. God has a path for us and it is up to him to make sure we are on that path and make it to the mountaintop. The only thing we need to do is trust and believe him and keep moving one step at a time. If we are off course He will get us to where we need to be!

Love, Grace, and a Mountaintop View to You All,

Jen

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What Good is Faith Without a Paddle?

We made it! My two kids, my one year old Mastiff and I arrived last night in Washington after a two day road trip. My brain is still foggy and I am a little sleep deprived but other than that all is well, Praise God!

It’s not easy packing for a 21 day trip. Though I kept telling myself there is nothing that can’t be bought once there if I forget it, I still found myself going over and over in my brain the essential things I must not forget. You know, things like the coffee grinder, coffee pour-over, coffee filters, and coffee. Seriously- what does anything else matter if I am too tired to enjoy it :).

We spent Thursday night and Friday morning packing our bags and loading the car. I went over the mental checklist and felt ready to head west. About 45 minutes into the drive my son innocently asked, “Mom, did you bring your paddle?”. WHAT!!!

NO! No I did NOT pack my paddle! I look up through the sunroof where Faith (my paddle board) is securely strapped on. I have my board, my gloves, my swimsuit,and my little booties that stop me from curling my toes and giving me foot pain. I even have my waterproof fanny pack to store my phone in (a gift from my friend- you know in case I ever feel the need to call someone from the middle of the lake). I have everything I could possibly need. Everything except a paddle. Now let me ask you- what good is my Faith without a paddle?

Faith is meant to glide upon the waters. Faith is meant to take me new places and show me new things. Faith is meant to bring me peace and calm in the midst of a busy life. Faith is my way of staying active while enjoying the sun. Without a paddle all I can do with Faith is lay on it like an extremely overpriced air mattress. Sure- at least it would keep me afloat but what fun is that? Faith without a paddle really isn’t Faith.

Our God given faith works the same. Our faith is what allows us to ride upon the waters even when the current rages beneath. Our faith should take us new places and show us new things. Our faith is meant to bring us peace and calm in the midst of a crazy messed up world and busy life. Our faith is not simply a ticket to heaven and in the meantime we cling to it trying to simply stay afloat.

Our faith gives us new life. Our faith gives us right standing with God. Our faith grants us forgiveness. Our faith breaks strongholds in our lives. The Bible says our faith can move mountains! Our faith makes us well! Our faith will bring others to Christ! Read what it says in Hebrews 11:33-34; By faith these people overthrew kingdoms, ruled with justice, and received what God had promised them. They shut the mouths of lions, quenched the flames of fire, and escaped death by the edge of the sword. Their weakness was turned into strength. They became strong in battle and put whole armies to flight.

Perhaps you are thinking that the people being referred to in those verses were perfect people and that is why they had such great faith. Let’s see, in the mix we have a liar, a thief, an adulterer, a manipulator, a prostitute, a drunkard (in one documented event anyway)and a murderer just to name a few. I believe it is safe to say that there is nothing you have done that disqualifies you from being known as a great woman of faith!. The only thing you need to be a great woman of faith is to use it. Don’t just float around on it trying to stay afloat. Do not treat Jesus as an overpriced ticket to heaven- go move a mountain!

“Dear woman”, Jesus said to her, “Your faith is great. Your request is granted.” And her daughter was instantly healed. -Matthew 15:28 NLT

If your faith needs a new “paddle” take a few minutes to read Hebrews chapter 11, also known as the great examples of faith or faith hall of fame chapter. If you want to upgrade to a poly-carbon paddle (that’s SUP talk for a paddle that allows you a more efficient and lighter ride), I recommend you take the time over the next few days and get to know these great men and women of faith- then you will see for yourself that there is nothing in your life that has disqualified you from being a great woman of faith!

Love, Grace, and New Paddle for Your Faith,

Jen

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Selfish Faith

I was supposed to have a friend over first thing in the morning last Friday to go paddle boarding. I had just recently reconnected with this friend after not seeing each her for almost two years. She had come over a few days earlier and we had such a good time we decided we needed to get together one more time before I head out of town.

When I say we had a good time, I mean we had a good time talking. The paddle board portion of our get together was fun- sort of. I let her use Faith since she had only been paddle boarding once before, and I borrowed one of the neighbors paddle boards. Now the neighbors have a board similar to mine, but they also have two of the heavy plastic type paddle boards. They are better for family use as they can’t break and crack as easily as the fiberglass boards.

I figured I would be fine on the plastic board seeing how I am now such an avid boarder (it has been like 3 weeks since I first started after all :). We headed out on the lake and I tried to warn my friend that it was windier than it looked and we needed to be careful or else we would find ourselves across the lake. She then decided she wanted to rest and lay down on the board for awhile. I couldn’t really lay down on the board I was using. I found myself mentioning multiple times that we were drifting across the lake but she didn’t seem concerned so I finally decided to let it go.

Sure enough she suddenly sat up and said “Oh my gosh! We have completely drifted across the lake!” like it was a total shock or something. I simply responded “Yep”, though that was not exactly what I was thinking :).

And so it began. The paddle home. And by paddle I mean frantically paddling to make any progress, not to mention keeping the board facing in the right direction (I later found out that the board I was using has a bent fin that points the wrong way…). I finally got some momentum and felt okay. My friend however was a different story. She kept blowing back and despite me telling her not to do the very thing she was doing she insisted on doing things her way (probably why we get along so well:). I could tell she was starting to panic and would not make it on her own out of the windiest part. My only option was to turn back around and help her get going.

I helped her get going and then she was off and racing across the lake. I on the other hand was having a harder time now than I did the first time. I kept looking to my left at a house on the shore and it seemed as though I was in the same spot forever. The best part was the fact that the board I was on was about 2 inches under water. I was on my knees paddling at this point and I started to worry that my neighbors board maybe had a crack and was slowly sinking to the bottom of the lake.

My friend on the other hand was cruising right along making her way back home. Now I am glad she was safe on my board, but at that moment I really wanted my board. I was done sharing Faith.

As Friday drew near I started dreading Friday morning for multiple reasons. I am going to just be honest with you even though I know I am going to sound like a big jerk. First of all, I was tired. I had another busy week and I felt like I just didn’t have the energy to entertain anyone. Mainly however, I kept looking at the weather and it showed that Friday morning was going to be a perfect morning for a ride. I didn’t want to ride a heavy red plastic board. I wanted to ride Faith.

I was driving home when I was having these thoughts of wanting to cancel and as soon as I realized that the main reason I wanted to cancel was because I wanted to use MY board I heard that still small voice whisper “It isn’t always easy sharing your faith”. Now it says in the Psalm 94:11 that the Lord knows peoples thoughts and I believe it because my first thought was “I want to use my own board” and the second thought was the one about sharing my faith.

I smiled because I knew the Lord was teaching me something. It’s true. It’s not always easy sharing your faith. Sometimes it’s scary because we don’t want to be rejected, or offensive, or sound downright nuts. It’s not always convenient either. Sharing your faith takes time. You need to invest time into someone and let them know that they are loved and that you are not just trying to offer them some quick fix, but a real relationship with a real person. And sometimes, just like with my friend, you need to go back and share your faith over and over again with someone who’s life keeps blowing them off course.

No, sharing your faith isn’t easy, or convenient, but it was never meant to be. It is however what we are called to do. I find that so often I am pretty selfish with my Jesus, just like how I was feeling about my paddle board. I want it all to myself and I don’t have time for others.

About fifteen minutes later my friend text me and said she wasn’t feeling well and that she may not make it over in the morning. After my revelation on faith, I was truly disappointed. I wanted to be generous. I wanted to see her. I know she is struggling with some things and I wanted to encourage her. If I had received that text earlier in the day I would have been happy, but now I was bummed.

My friend didn’t end up coming over. I did however go paddle boarding with the neighbor girl. We have wanted to go together since I got my board but it’s never worked out. We were out for almost two hours, and guess what- I got to share my faith with her. Not my board, but my real faith. She loves the Lord but she had some questions and it was such a blessing to be able to speak with her and share my faith with her. I smile at how God orchestrates these things.

Girls, God is good and He is faithful. I know you know that, but I bet you know someone that doesn’t know that. I encourage you to step out of your comfort level and allow yourself to be inconvenienced so that you may share your faith. I promise you it will bless you as much as the person you share it with. You don’t need to worry about the outcome. Let God do that. The Word tells us we need to share our faith, it doesn’t say “and if you don’t save them than shame on you!”

I would love to be encourage by your bold faith!If you have a story to share about sharing your faith, or having someone share theirs with you, please enter in a comment or fill out the contact page.

Worship Christ as Lord of your life. And if someone asks about your Christian hope, always be ready to explain it. 1 Peter 3:15 NLT

Love, Grace, and a Faith Sharing Day to You All,

Jen

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The Smooth, Easy Way

In honor of the heat wave we are supposed to experience over the next couple of days, I thought I would share with you some life lessons I have learned on my new paddle board. I have had her less than a month but she has already taught me a lot.

Why do I refer to my paddle board as “her” you ask? That’s simple. I refer to it as a her because her name is Faith, and Faith is clearly a girls name. If you think it’s silly that I would give my paddle board a name, I may as well tell you that I also have a kayak named Grace. It will all make sense eventually…

One day while out on Faith, the water went from glass to rippling. It wasn’t super windy or anything and was still easy to paddle on but I was really in the mood to cruise along on some glass like water. I had experienced a few rough rides in the previous days and I longed for a smooth sail.

I noticed that the west end of the lake had the glass I was looking for. I got excited and started paddling faster in order to get there. By the time I approached I had a little momentum going. I hit the smooth glass and gave one fierce paddle and BAM! I came to a complete stop and almost flew head first off of the board.

I looked down to see what had happened (you are supposed to look straight ahead while paddling). I noticed I was in the thickest weeds I had ever seen. The reason the water was so calm is because the thick weeds went all the way to the top and there was nowhere for the water to ripple. What I thought was going to be the smooth sailing easy way ended up stopping me in my tracks.

Once I finally got out of there I started thinking about how many times I have tried the smooth, easy way and how often it ends up just as it did with my paddle board. Whether it’s a quick fix diet pill, borrowed cash off a credit card, or giving up on a goal so I am not disappointed, I have raced towards the smooth easy way and it always ends up the same- I feel stuck in the midst of the weeds in my life and what was meant to be quick an easy ends up being frustrating and time consuming.

It’s great when life is running smooth and easy. I try to acknowledge and appreciate those seasons. However, the truth is, life will not always be glass. Most days contain ripples, and many days send whitecaps. During the ripples and whitecaps, the goal is not always to race to the smooth glass but to stand in (or on) Faith and trust that you will make it back to shore.

If you find yourself in the ripples or even the whitecaps of life today, I encourage you to sit still for a moment. Don’t spend your day mentally searching for the glass. Spend your mental energy focusing on Gods promises for your life. Promises such as He will never leave you or forsake you, He has good plans for you, He delights in the details of your life, He is your refuge and hope, and He is the Good Shepard that provides ALL of your needs. Stand on the Truth. Stand on Faith ☺.

There is a way which seems right before man and appears straight before him, But its end is the way of death. -Proverbs 16:25 AMP

Grace, Faith, and a Ripple Free Day to You All,

Jen

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The Day of Small Beginnings…

I have been waiting for this day for a long time- the day I sit back down at my computer and write a blog. A few years ago I wrote Monday through Friday as if it were my job. I had over 600 posts. During that time I thought I was working my way towards being the next Joyce Meyer (or at least a local author and speaker). I believed God put those desires in my heart and I had faith that God would make them happen.

Then life dealt me a series of blows that slowly took the wind out of my sails. It seemed I would just recover from one hurt or loss and another would hit. Sometimes I didn’t even have time to recover from one before the next one occurred. I no longer had the words to write.There were many days that all I could say was “God is good. God is faithful.”, and those words were often spoken in hope more than in faith.

Days turned into months and months turned into years. After struggling so long to keep my faith, I had completely given up on my dreams. I prayed God would take away my desire to write and speak. I refused to get my hopes up anymore.

God didn’t answer my prayer. Instead, He sent people into my life to breath encouragement into me. It was so frustrating! I would get a forwarded email from a friend regarding a writing contest with a message that read, “Saw this and thought of you”. I wanted to respond with “Haven’t you heard? It was all a mistake. I thought God called me to write and speak but I was wrong. I no longer entertain those silly dreams”. I resisted that desire and simply replied “Thank you.”

I cannot tell you how many times people sent me emails about writing contests, self- publishing information, or speaking opportunities. It seemed funny that when I did have faith nobody sent me those things but as soon as I decided to give up then I am flooded with them. Okay, maybe I wasn’t flooded, but even getting something every few months was frustrating. It’s hard to put out even a flicker of faith when God keeps sending people to blow fresh hope and fan the flames!

So here I am, taking a step of faith for the first time in many years. This blog may not contain any of the mind-blowing insights (okay maybe not mind-blowing, but insights nonetheless) I have written in my many journals (gifts that were given to me by my annoyingly encouraging friends ☺), but it does contain the most important part of me. It contains my heart, the one thing I believe God called me to share with others. The one thing I have kept guarded from others and from my dreams for the last few years.

I have decided to believe in my dreams again. I have decided to trust God again. I have decided to listen to the still small voice and the voices of those God put in my life to encourage me, rather than the voices in my head telling me I will never ever be anything more than what I am today.

If you have given up on your dreams, I would like to be a voice of encouragement in your life. Please email me under the Contact or Prayer Request page.

To all of my annoyingly faithful and encouraging friends, I would like to say thank you for having faith in me, especially when I had no faith in myself. I wouldn’t be able to take this first step without all of you!

Do not despise these small beginnings, for the LORD rejoices to see the work begin.-Zechariah 4:10a NLT

Grace, peace, and a day of small beginnings to you all,

Jen

ps I feel the need to tell you that the entire time I was writing I had the Gene Autry song Back in the Saddle Again running through my head. It’s good to know I am still as random as ever 🙂

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