I’m doing a thing, wanna join me?

I’m not much of an accepter of challenges, mostly because i’m not very good at sticking with them. I do however, like them in theory. The village church released their SEASONS study that is based on THE CHURCH calendar in December of last year, and although it was a bit too complex for my Littles for Advent, I loved the idea of the yearly study so I downloaded it.

Fast forward to today when looking at the calendar I realized that tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, and I’m a week late preparing for Lent. Being raised in an Assembly of God church I never participated in Lent growing up, but again I like the idea of giving up something physical to focus on the spiritual for 40 days. So, I looked up my downloaded SEASONS from The Village Church, and did some catching up. No, I did not start at Advent and read all of the Scripture passages up to today, that’s a little too tedious for a Tuesday afternoon and I’m not feeling the best. But I did commit to following the calendar during Lent.

I may or may not be blogging my way through the next 40 days, but I am going to journal through it, at least that’s the plan. Do you want to join? If so head on over to this website and download the Calendar and jump right in.

Blessings, S

GRIT in 2018

GRIT in 2018

as a family we do this thing.  i used to post about it, joined a tribe, but that feels like ages ago now. back when life felt simpler, not less hectic, just easier. life is now just as hectic but our girls are older, our life is more focused, my Mister works less hours, and we are pulling in. tightening the reigns on what we let consume our days, our thoughts, our lives.

this year i am rejoining the #oneword365 tribe and sharing our one word for 2018 with you, my readers who’ve held on throughout my silence of late.


background image courtesy of Bart Lumber https://www.flickr.com/photos/bartoszjanusz/6344730740/


especially the INDOMITABLE SPIRIT part. it gives me the sense of a person who isn’t easily swayed, firm. it reminds me of the ARMOR I wear (Ephesians 6:10-17) specifically this part:

Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. ” Eph. 6:14-15

…with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace.

you see, i want to be a woman who sows in peace, reaps in peace, dwells in peace! a woman who has an INDOMITABLE SPIRIT! i’m praying that over my 4 this year. that we would dwell, walk, sow, live, BE IN PEACE…WITH  GRIT!


Who is wise and understanding among you? By his good conduct let him show his works in the meekness of wisdom. But if you have bitter jealousy and selfish ambition in your hearts, do not boast and be false to the truth.  This is not the wisdom that comes down from above, but is earthly, unspiritual, demonic.  For where jealousy and selfish ambition exist, there will be disorder and every vile practice. 17 But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere.  And a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace.” James 3:13-18



if you would like to join this tribe go to http://oneword365.com/find-your-tribe/ and sign up.


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Messy us. 

Messy us. 

Why are the wounded so often shot? I am so sick of the people who masquerade as “holy”.  Pretending that they have it all together, that they’re NOT a mess, when they DEFINITELY are. 

Those that make themselves look better by bullying others. Pretending to be grown-ups, when actually they are juvenile, insecure children who are just too scared to admit that they are a mess too. 

It embarrasses me for them. 

It would be easy to be furious. To stoop to the same level of bigotry and hurt. And to be quite honest, it would feel good, too. In my flesh anyway. 

But I am called to something higher and greater: FORGIVENESS!


So here’s what I say to the wounded Believers Among us:

You are holy & dearly loved! 

You are precious is Abba’s sight, the Apple of His eye. 

You are a member of a mass of messed-up people with issues just like yours. Not worse than, but maybe equal to. 

We are all unique in our individual mess, and we are all in this together. Not a one of us will make it out of here alive, but we can help each other stay afloat if we try

So, whoever told you that you weren’t worth it–their time, their effort, their energy, or their love- they were/are just liars and bullies! 


birth, life, torture, and death. All of it! 

If He is up against your personal bully, He’s the honest one! HE’S THE ONLY ONE who’s voice is worth listening to. He’s the only one who will ALWAYS be in your corner, cheering you on.

And to the “such were some of you”s, of whom I am the chief member:

In a world so full of crazy, it’s so hard to hold on to love. To look at it deep and desire for it to take root in your soul. 
So we retreat to our corners, tend our wounded, and love deep. 

But what about the ones outside our den of contentment? 

The easy is to be apathetic to anyone and EVERYONE else.

The simple is to let them take care of themselves, and say “they aren’t worth it.”

But is that Our call? 

Isn’t the call of EVERY believer to love as He loved?!

And here’s where I ask The questions: 

How do we love those who don’t want our love? 

How do we care for those who shove us away Everytime we open our arms? 

How do we continue to reach for those who may never trust us enough to accept the love we offer? 

I really have no clue! 

But maybe it’s written in the blood that still flows from Calvary. 

Maybe it’s in NOT SHOOTING THE WOUNDED among us!

Maybe it’s seeing ourselves in the injuries they wear, and loving like Our Lover does. 

Even if and when we do. Not. Know. How.

Maybe it’s doing it anyway. One moment at a time.  

I’m sorry for shooting first instead of loving. I hate that I see this ugly in me. That I let that same fear that gives the bully his power, overwhelm me. There is no excuse for it,only many MANY tear drenched apologies.  I am choosing to be a giver of love, tender of wounds, cry-with-me mama, forgiver of wrongs, wear-ER of thicker skin.   While I’m trying, will you?  Will you choose those same things in the moment, instead of after?  

Hold on Tightly

Hold on Tightly

Have you ever met someone, and instantly after you realize that you really want to get to know them? That they are the kind of people that you want to be around and to learn from? You want them in your life, to be a consistent part of it?  I have two such friends that are on my heart today.

I want to learn from them. I want to be better because of them.

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“in light of Eternity.”

“in light of Eternity.”

WARNING: this post may does contain pseudo-profanity and seemingly uncharacteristic Shannon Content. PROCEED WITH CAUTION! (judgement withholding required)

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my heart in my hands

my heart in my hands

In The Four Loves C.S. Lewis writes:

There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is hell.

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