To be fully known 

To be fully known 

we use too many words, don’t you think? 

Sometimes not even the ones we wanted to use when we started a conversation.

We use the ‘correct” ones. the meaningful. the kind. the gentle. and sometimes when we aren’t in the mood to edit them, we use the ugly. 

We use words we can think of on the spot. We use words that we have to meditate on for a bit.

We even use different ones depending on the audience or situation.

words chosen that will not offend. words they want to hear, instead of what they need to. words thought of and not. words that flow easily and ones that stick to the tongue. And if you’re like me, you even have ones that forget to show up when you need them. 

I’m thankful for God-given loved ones that I can just be with and not need THE RIGHT words. People that I dont have to think so hard in order to talk to. 

That’s one of the many things I love about THE FATHER, He never uses the wrong ones. 

 He doesn’t even needs our words to know our heart, we can just sit with Him because we don’t need to speak!

we can be quiet. Still. WORDLESS.

Abba never uses to many or to few.

He never fumbles over His tongue or gets flustered when the ones that escape are misunderstood. He says what He means to say the first time. AnD He never gets it wrong nor does He concern himself with our reaction. 

He never even gets tongue-tied! (I wonder what that’s like.)

Maybe the more I know Him, the more I love Him, the more I strive to emulate Him, these words that I stumble over will come easier?

Maybe I’ll know when to speak and when to listen.

Maybe I’ll have more of His words and less of mine. 

Maybe then when words don’t come i’ll be content in the quiet.

 i think there’s a bit of growth in a wordless quiet. a bit of time to heal without thought. a bit of rest.
maybe it’s a spacious place. maybe it’s a small cozy nook of happy.

i don’t know…but i think i’d like to visit and stay a while.
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.” 1 Corinthians 13:11-12



 I long for the day when “I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.”  

Fundament changes in the sacrificing

Sometimes I listen to myself as I talk and learn more than I intend. It’s like in the speaking I finally understand what has been rolling around inside my head. 

Tonight, I shared more of my story than I intended to. Sometimes OFTEN the words get away from me. Sadly. 

It’s like once I’m in a comfortable environment the flood gates open and there is a gushing that I cannot control. (Man, I hope my filter switches to automatic!!) During the gush tonight, I learned many things:

  • I’ve grown tired of the every present show that I used to put on. Claiming to be who I wasn’t. Knowing what I didn’t. 
  • I no longer see life as black and white, linear, or clean. It’s messy, twisty, and eclectic. Life is meant to be that way. 
  • Who I AM is ok! I don’t need to be like anyone else. My experiences are my own. My thoughts my own. My words my own. 

I DONT WANT TO PRETEND OTHERWISE NOW! I WANT TO BE THE OPEN BOOK THAT I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE. 

Should I perhaps consider more the words that I speak? Probably. Should I be timid and fearful to be me? Absolutely not!

I’m looking forward to discovering more about this person. Her depth in the Lord. Her voice that was discovered through excruciating experience. Maybe she’s a bit more grown-up and willing to share what she learned in the trenches. 

Fundamentally different than she was before. 

I think that’s what Abba intends for all of those who choose to follow Him. For us to walk with Him through every twist, turn, trench, and height. Learning and fundamentally being changed. 

” Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.” Romans 12:2

May I be transformed because I let Him change me!!

BECAUSE I “present your (my) bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your (my) spiritual worship” Rom 12:1

What is the sacrifice for if not for TRANSFORMATION?! But in that transformation, we are made different…fundamentally. Like the fuzzy fat caterpillar who climbs into his cocoon. He emerges TOTALLY different because he sacrificed the caterpillar life.  Oh may we do that, beloved!

But, let us also listen to this: “For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned.” Rom 12:3 

Let your path transform you and make you better! Not boastful. 

This path is my own. Yet, if someone learns something from the messes that I’ve made along the way; if anyone gleans any wisdom from the wretch that is me, All Glory be to Jesus Christ! It’s His doing, not mine. 

“For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God,  not a result of works, so that no one may boast.” Ephesians 2:8-9


hello again. (fmf 11/4/16)

hello again. (fmf 11/4/16)

i havent been in this space for what feels like ages.

i’m not sure why, other than that who i was before, is now who i am now. but isn’t that true of all of us?

life happens, time passes, and we are different.

this part of my journey  is new and looks so different from it what did before.

i read someplace that God allows us to go thru hard things so that we can learn things that we’d never learn any other way.

it feels weird that i am so different now. odd that my last year with my father changed so much of who i am in my core. what i believe now is different.

how i view life and living is different.

who i consider my true friends are is different.

how i relate on “normal” days to my children is different.

how i love my man is different.

how i view God had His people is different.

maybe i grew up a bit more while i was walking with my dad down the last bend on this earth. i think by helping him finish his journey well helped me to discover more of my own.

i told a friend the other day, “i’m not sure who the woman is who looks back at the mirror at me anymore….she’s lost her voice.”

and maybe she has. maybe i don’t know her because i’ve never been her before. but i think she’s braver, stronger, more no-nonsense and real. maybe i’ll grow to like her in time.

(5min up)

i hope you’ll stick around and find out if you like her as well.

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