Alone in a crowded room.

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Hesitantly, he walks into the room full of youthful activity; balls bouncing, teen girls giggling, and the stench of sweaty boys fills the air.  Loud music competes for the attention of all.

Glancing to the left he sees a huddle of teens.  Panning the room, he sees established groups of kids going back and forth between their chosen activity and staring at their phone and intensely replying to a text, Facebook post, Instagram picture or whatever has drawn their attention away from the flesh and blood that stands before them.

Unnoticed by all, he bravely makes his way around the room, looking for an opportunity to “break into” the conversation or action.  But his shyness and awkwardness hold him back.  Courage fades and a sudden urge appears to find an excuse, any excuse to get out.  The battle within himself rages and consumes his focus.

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Spread the burden, share the pain!

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images60XAAZJJStartled by the ring tone of dogs barking, signaling a text message on my phone, I quickly sat up from a deep sleep.  After trying to rub away the blurriness of my weary eyes, I managed to finally focus on the late night hour.  Immediately I knew something was wrong.  I read the text which confirmed my gut reaction.  A dear friend was asking for prayer for her sick and physically frail husband.

I wasn’t surprised by the message of her text, nor was I inconvenienced by the late hour at which the request came.  After all, missing an hour of sleep to pray was effortless compared to the countless hours they had spent battling at hospitals or treatment centers. This “spiritual giant” of a man has been an integral part of my own spiritual development, so of course I would respond to the request with great awareness and tearful pleas to heal him.  As I was praying, asking for the same healing, the same miraculous intervention as I had many times before, it hit me…

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Spirit Awakening

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Have you ever had a Spirit Moment! One of those supernatural moments when your heart starts pounding as you just KNOW that God wants you to go pray for a stranger or share something on your heart with someone in need.

I had one of these divine moments. Actually I have and a few but there is one that stands out in particular. I have a friend, more of a earthly, spiritual father actually, that has been gravely I’ll for almost two years now. Suffering from more that just one thing, he continues to baffle doctors with new symptoms and scary close calls with what seemed to be death.

One night I was I a deep sleep, probably dreaming as I always do, when suddenly I was awakened as if someone just sounded an alarm. truthfully, it was an alarm of the Spirit. I went from deep sleep to bright eyed and bushy tailed in 0 to 2 seconds. Immediately, I knew why. As I was jolted awake, my eyes popped open, the core of my stomach muscle sat me straight up and heart began racing. (You have to understand that I am not a morning person! Not even in the slightest of ways. In fact, if I was to have gone into labor in the middle of the night, I would have told the unborn baby to go back to sleep and wait til morning. That is if my brain was awake enough to process what was even happening. All that to say, I do NOT wake up easily. But this middle of the night awakening was different. I knew right away, without a doubt, with all the clarity of mind I could possibly ever have, that I was to immediately pray for my friend. It’s like 3:30 or so in the morning and I wasn’t going to call to check in. BUT, by the intense beating of my heart, I knew God awakened me to pray for Him. So I obeyed. Out of fear I prayed “God please, please don’t take him.” Clearly God said, I’m not, I just wanted you to pray.”

The next morning, after drifting off back into dream state sleep, I woke up to my regular alarm. First thing I did was check my email. There was an email from the spouse of my dear, sick friend saying that they made an emergency trip to the hospital for serious medical reasons that I do to recall. At what time was it that they made their way to the ER? Yep! Exactly at the same time as I was awakened to pray.

Now you may think I going to brag that God needed me at that moment because his work and healing my friend was limited to my commitment to pray. Or that I am some hyper spiritual person with some “sixth sense” ability. But after a time being so thankful I was awakened and stirred to pray, it hit me. God didn’t wake me because my prayers were so awe inspiringly amazing. He certainly didn’t awake me because He needed me to prY before He could do His work. It was about relationship and bonding. He woke me up because He wanted me to be a part of the work He was doing. He wanted to include me so that I knew I mattered and so that my friend would know how deeply he is cared about. It was about God reminding my friend that he is not alone in his physical battle but that God has people surrounding him and his wife as they battle the spiritual and mental deficiencies of 2 long years

When Wounds Run Deep!

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DAY 19 (Read Day 1 “OK, Honey. Challenge Accepted!” Post)

“He is definitely sucking his finger,” the dermatologist demanded as he rolled his eyes and wrote something in the chart.

“I am fully aware that you are the professional,” I begin.  Jaw tightened and eyes narrowed I continued, “however, for the 1000th time, I am telling you, my son has never…sucked…his fingers.”  A slammed door behind me, determination erupted to prove this quack wrong.

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Who’s on your picture ID?

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Waiting in line at the grocery store the other day, bored by the tabloids on my left and striving hard to avoid the sweet candy temptations on my right I focused my attention on the person in front of me checking out.   I watched as the cashier methodically scanned and bagged each item and then stated the amount due.  She then does something that you rarely see anymore.  She asked the person who had just finished swiping their credit card for a picture ID.  Amazed at the fact that she even asked, I was even more astonished that she actually compared the name against the credit card.  More amazing still I watched as she looked at the photo on the ID, looked back at the customer, back at the ID again and one more time glared at the customer before questioning “you changed your hair color?”

Nervously, as if being interrogated,  the customer laughed nodding her head yes, realizing the cashier was more than serious.  She wanted to make sure that the ID this woman gave was actually her own.  She wanted the picture to confirm the customers identity.

As I was driving home, my imagination drifted back to that scene and I couldn’t figure out why that encounter struck me so hard.  Suddenly, as God often does, a mental brick of thought fell on my head and He began connecting the dots of this illustration and what He wanted me to gain from it.

In a quiet thought in my head I heard the question, “who/what is the picture of on your ID, Teresa?”  I physically felt my heart drop with a little bit of shame, my shoulder fell and reluctantly, out of my mouth came the answer – “not you, Jesus.”

As a Christ follower, I should be reflecting His image at all times, not only in what I do and how I do it but most importantly in why I do it and what I gain from it.

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Recently, I stepped down from  Creative Arts Director at my church after 10 years of leading the ministry.  All in all, I had spent 16+ years serving, creating, ministering and impacting people for Jesus.  Though it had it’s challenges, I could confidently say that I was doing something valuable and worth while with my life and the gifts I had been given.  Unfortunately that is where my identity and security was placed.  My mood would rise or fall with the quality of production or feedback that was given.

Now that I am no longer employed or being productive in a measurable way by others view, I find myself feeling lost and devalued.  Too much of my identity, who I am, has been wrapped up in my job and what I could accomplish.  If you were to look at my Spiritual/Emotional ID, it would have had a picture of my church or my team that I led.  Other times in my life it would have been my kids cute faces on my ID because I found my value and identity in who they were and how good of a mom I could

Society has taught us that our value and worth are measurable by the possessions we own, the number of rungs on the ladder that we climb and how many people applaud us in the process.  Can you relate?  Do you feel better about yourself when you have gotten a raise, aced a test, lost weight, OR even how many likes or comments you get on a Facebook status?  Come on, we’ve all done it.  We’ve all gotten pumped up or depleted based on responses to our status updates or tweets.  Why, because we want to be accepted and feel valuable.  The more “likes” we get, the more confident we are.  The more followers of our Tweets, the more valuable we feel.  We want to be contributors who get noticed for our achievements and talents.  But, too often, our identity gets caught up in needing those accomplishments or great moments in order to  experience the feeling of being valued and we get caught in a cycle of finding our identity in those things.

With no job, no income and no product being put out I find myself feeling like my identity is a simple nobody.  But that is the farthest thing from the truth.  The truth is whether I am busy or still, productive or just resting, up or down, rich or poor or even if I never do another productive thing in my life on earth, I am “made in the image of Christ” and the only ID picture I should have is one that reflects His image.  Nothing I do or don’t do will make Him love me any more or any less.  Nothing…nothing!  Only He can bring purpose, value and meaning to my life.  I can let go of the need to be better, the need to be productive and the need to be valuable in the eyes of others and let Him do the work instead.  When people ask for my ID, they won’t see a director, a mom, a wife or even an aging 40 year old woman.  They will see the image of Christ, at least that is what I long for.

Back to the question “who/what is the picture of on your ID, Teresa?” that I believe came from God.  My picture has changed from time to time, but from this point on, I will choose to be confident in being loved and valued by the one True God and let His Image be what others see, not my gifts or what I can do.  It is merely my job to “seek first the Kingdom of God,” build my relationship with Him and let Him do the rest.  John 15:5 states, “I am the vine; you are the branches.  Those who remain in me; and I in them, will produce much fruit.  For apart from me you can do nothing.”

But even as I seek Him, I was reminded from a dear friend, that I need to guard my heart and check my motives.  My friend, Susan Cowger so wisely wrote,  “I find it interesting that some try to find relationship with God to GET the changes and GET him to speak through them (ahhh to become wise). Desiring relationship with God then becomes a means to an end. We are only told to seek God. The result of finding relationship is really not that much of our concern. We are bond servants, here to do his will. Our question each day should be: What is your bidding today Lord? And then carry it out. Seems better to keep moving ahead rather than looking in the mirror to see if the relationship thing is looking good on me. There is a terrible temptation to take credit for what God is doing.”

May I never boast in my relationship with Him so that my prideful spirit hides the Face of God on my ID.

Drop the Fear, Raise the Risk, Increase the faith!

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leap-of-faithWithout risk, without stepping into the unknown, there is no need for faith.  Being comfortable allows dependence on ourselves, but putting aside our fear, taking a leap into the passionate side of our heart, brings us to utter dependence on Christ Jesus “the author and finisher of our faith.”  I was being called to drop my fear of the known and risk the “what ifs” to find more of God.  I was being called to live my faith like a verb, not like a noun.

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“Empty” Prayers Fall Heavy on God’s heart.

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ImageToday, once again, I found myself crumbling on my face before God.  Not uncommon given the last couple years of our family life have been wrecked and emotionally turned upside down.  All to familiar to me is this place of hopelessness and unanswered questions.  A place of heart wrenching turmoil over the life of one of my dear children. Breath stopping anguish and pain settle in and so I do what I know I am suppose to.  I pray.  At least I try.  But the more my mind searches for words, the more I realize they aren’t there.  At least nothing new.  No new clichés` or verses come to mind.  But my prayers fade to thoughts, accusations maybe, or even fear that my prayers are nothing more than empty reciting of meaningless words.  Continue reading

What “nobody” has to say!

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20131008_181444“You should create a blog, Teresa. You need to write more. Have you ever thought about putting your words into print?” Well, yes, I thought about it, many times. But never, ever would I have thought I was brave enough to actually do it. I mean, come on, I am a “nobody” in the eyes of the world. How can sharing my life’s emotional rollercoaster be of any use to anybody? People stand in grocery store lines, lingering around the tabloids, just to read the latest news of those who have achieved a “somebody” status. The most well known, the most talented or even the most notorious get their story told. But I’m not “anybody” in the eyes of our society. No one is going to see my name and curiously and anxiously wonder what I have to say next. I’m just simple, ordinary and relatively boring to most everyone most of the time. I’m “nobody” because most everybody hasn’t considered me to be “somebody.” But then I realized that I don’t have to be the “most” influential, “most” inspirational, “most” impactful or “most” anything to EVERYone… I only need to be those things to someONE. We are only truly a “nobody” if we don’t invest in SOMEBODY.

So, in spite of my fear that I will fail, in spite of my anxiety that no one will read it, or like it or comment kindly on it, I am creating a blog. (Even if I only have one known follower.) I am choosing to believe that the emotional journey of life that this “nobody” has experienced will eventually come to impact the life of somebody as I share my deepest hurts, pains, wounds and healings and how God has stayed the center of my focus through it all.