How I Battled Fear As I Watched My Son Struggle To Breathe

It was an exciting Saturday in the Allen household as my family and I were preparing for friends from Georgia to come and stay the evening with us. That morning, we were doing all of the usual ‘nonchalant’ things that hosts do to help guests feel comfortable….

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The kids were running around half naked fending for themselves but happy as clams. The music was on. The weather was beautiful. The race was on to get everything ready.

My son Luke, was 100% healthy and as rambunctious as ever. Climbing on things, pushing his sister, stealing chocolates from the treat drawer, you name it. He’s an extremely obedient boy….but a boy nonetheless.

Our guests come and we had an awesome time drinking beer and reconnecting and laughing. Our kids were bonding and playing with each other so happily. It was just one of those days where you think nothing possibly could go wrong on a day like today.

Our guests clock out for the night, children are all safely tucked in, and Ben and I begin our usual clean up after the days mess.

My mind was supercharged while I praised God as I swept the kitchen floor. On top of the awesome day, Ben and I had been getting excited as we felt we were on the verge of experiencing the miracles and healings that Christians can have on a daily basis. I’ve been ready to stretch out and to minister, share Christ’s love in a radical way, and just grace the shit out of everybody.

And than my son woke up.

At first, I didn’t think much of it. My husband whisked him away to not wake the guests and took him into the bathroom. I figured he was just doing the “normal” calm him down routine that usually works like clockwork.

Until all of the sudden I hear,

“Ro, Come check Luke out. Come listen to his breathing”

You know that sudden burst of panic you feel when you sense someone you love is in danger?

In .2 seconds I was by his side checking out the situation and immediately  I felt that something was terribly, terribly, wrong.

He could barely breathe. My son, my healthy 3 year old, could barely breathe. It sounded like he was breathing through a coffee stirrer and every time he inhaled or exhaled, he wheezed. He looked terrified. My heart sank and fear shot into every ounce of my bones.

In that moment, I managed to remember what I had been getting so excited about (the healing thing, remember?) and immediately and firmly declared.

“You will NOT die and you WILL breathe again in the powerful name of Jesus Christ”

Than I looked up at Ben and said,

“We need to get to the hospital, now”

I ran into the guests room, woke them up and told them they were now in charge of taking care of Josephine (My 2 year old). They didn’t have time to think or to even know what time it was.

We blasted out of there with no shoes or a wallet or anything important really, and sped to the nearest hospital about 10 minutes away.

During this time, I was in the back of our van with Luke. He seemed to be getting worse and I layed my hands on him while singing a popular worship song softly to calm him down (and to build my faith)

“There is power in the name of Jesus”

In those 10 minutes I had a constant, ongoing choice. I had a choice to let that fear and panic overwhelm and consume me. I had every right. He was my child, and the thought of losing something so precious would give anybody a right to become absolute jello.

So in each second, I chose to remain calm, to firmly declare Gods protection over my sons life, and determine that the day was going to end with my son smiling and healthy again, as though nothing ever happened.

It was a battle. We are in a battle, friends. The devil wants to win in those situations and decide the victory is his. He doesn’t. have. the. right. typorama (1)

 

2 hours later, Lukey was completely back to normal. I have the doctor, the nurses, the cops, and the rest of the hospital team to thank. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I wish I could remember his “diagnosis”, I really do, but it was a sudden onset of something terrifying. Medicine and love helped my son breathe again. God had his hand on him the entire time,  and I still firmly believe in the power of Jesus to miraculously heal. Gosh, if I could have my readers for another ten minutes, this is where I would ‘preach’. Another day, another time.

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The next day, Luke was PERFECT. Like nothing ever happened. Did I mention the doctor said he would have cold like symptoms? Yeah, NOPE. He was my healthy happy rambunctious 3 year old, once again.

So in the moment friends, you have a choice. God is right there, ready to extend his hand. He is SO ready. Fear has no place when perfect love is known. Darkness has no right when light comes to take its’ rightful stand.

Forget about the lost battles….let’s move on. Let’s build our relationship on the one who has already SLAMMED DUNKED the victory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Open Letter Of Forgiveness.

Dear _________,

When you _________ me,

Your actions spoke loud and clear. They told me I was worth nothing to you.

I have thought of what you did often. I have replayed the scenes in my head and I have allowed the knife to reopen wounds, over and over again.

This made me feel….unloved. My worth was shattered (because it wasn’t on the ROCK). I built walls to close off my heart. The devil used this to his advantage. He loved to accuse me and proclaim that people now wouldn’t want to be near me. I was no good to them. I was no good to God. I was a wasted case.

I began to question God and his love for me, his constant goodness, his abiding presence.

I can not change what happened. What happened is there. At the time I felt alone, scared, and helpless.

I have been healed.

I understand now that I wasn’t alone. He was with me in that time, fighting for me.

I understand now that although I was scared, his perfect love was calling me back to him.

I understand now that I wasn’t helpless, that I had him to call on, right there in that moment. And that he was already there, living inside of me.

God can not change what happened, but he showed me my Lord was right there the entire time, holding my hand and pleading to take my wounds away.

Jesus took my wounds upon himself. I am healed, and you didn’t even have to say sorry.

I used to have a war inside when it came to forgiving you, but now I have peace.

You are a person, just like me. You have a fallen body, just. like. me.

BUT

You are loved, worth more than rubies, highly sought after and treasured to the God in heaven, just like me.

I am sorry I thought evil of you and became bitter against you. I love you and I forgive you. And now if this scene comes back to mind, Jesus comes back too….And he is fighting for both of us.

Will you ever understand what you did? Maybe not. But that’s OK. I will love you the same, as though it never happened. It was sin, and sin is washed away. Jesus washed mine away too.

Thank you Lord, thank you for telling me I am worth more than rubies. That I am highly favored, priced above treasure, worth dying for. Thank you for loving me despite of my actions. Thank you for cleansing me and putting a crown upon my head. Thank you for chasing after me as I ran away from you. You caught me, and I am forever yours.

Love,

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From The Christian: To The People We’ve Hurt, “We’re Sorry”

 

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I’ve mistaken my past zeal for “spirituality”.

I knew the RIGHT way and the RIGHT word and I had the RIGHT knowledge and the RIGHT answer to not only my problems, but also yours.

I looked at you and saw a mistake, a sad case, and I wrote you off in my book. I would listen TO SPEAK OVER YOU, not to understand you. I rolled my eyes and placed myself above you. I spoke evil of you and had opinions of you and would join myself with others who felt and thought the same.

Than worst of it all, I tagged “God” on my doings. I used him as my reason, my excuse, to hurt you over and over and over again.

I see now that I wasn’t too far away from re-living the actions of those who used Gods name to burn down ‘the witches’ and ‘the barbarians’. I wasn’t far off from those who killed in God’s name. I wasn’t far off from those who separated and segregated and diminished and discriminated.

It hurts to write those words, but it’s true. I used Gods name to practice my own sort of evil. Maybe I never whipped or stoned or used a gun, but I used my words, and the bible says that it is in words which hold the power of life and death. And I spoke death. Ouch.

So, here is the first step to my apology: I am sorry.

I am sorry for not listening to you.

I am sorry for judging you and labeling you as anything other than who God has beautifully made you to be.

I am sorry for giving up on you and telling you “YOU JUST NEED TO BELIEVE GOD’S WORD”

I am sorry for gossiping about you.

I’m sorry for acting like a “know it all”

I’m sorry for shoving my relationship with God down your throat.

I am sorry for using the perfect and healing word of God as a weapon and a tool of destruction.

I am sorry for making you feel less than you are.

I am sorry for thinking I am better than you.

I am sorry for not practicing what I preach.

I am sorry for freely voicing my opinion and than using God to make it a fact.

I am sorry for not seeing you.

I am sorry for making an open display of all your sins, and than turning around and covering mine.

I am sorry for not opening up my life and allowing you in.

I am sorry for not giving my resources or time when I had plenty,  in your time of need.

I’m sorry for blowing you off because you visibly or audibly shared your different faith.

I’m sorry that when you were handed a devasting event that caused the biggest pain you’ve ever had in your entire life,  that I made the pain worse by my hurtful, hurtful words and actions.

Forgive me. Please oh please, forgive me. Not only for you, but for me. Allow me to try again, allow me to accurately represent Jesus and what he was about.

Will you stay with me?

Please believe me when I say that the bible can be used for healing and restoration of relationship. The bible can be used for displaying the kindness and goodness of God. The bible can be used to speak truth into our lives and show us we are worth something, enough for God to sacrifice his only son. The bible can be used for restoring lost faith and to those who have given up on the whole “Christian Thing”, all is not lost. Let God do the work in your heart, not me.  Just give him another try.

Let me represent Jesus to you, in the only way I know how, by relying on Him and the Holy Spirit. I do not promise I will not fail. Jesus never failed. He was ALWAYS love, only used his words in love, ONLY healed, ONLY restored, ONLY gave hope.

 

God, I pray for those who I have hurt. I pray for those who have been hurt by your children. God, please help them see your goodness in spite of us. Please help them see how much they are loved. Show them the more than abundant life you have promised for them. Show them how good it feels to walk in your ways. Heal them, restore them, protect them.

In Jesus, who died and rose again for our justification and redemption, amen.

 

 

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“Daddy… I really like it when you hold my hand, it helps me so I don’t fall!”

This was Luke’s wise observation as he held tightly to daddy’s hand, while climbing down some rocks towards a neighborhood creek.

And while my momma heart was bubbling from his cuteness, my husband responded to our little 3 year old,

“I think that’s how God designed your hand to be! So it can hold tightly to mine. Did you know that God tells us we can hold his hand? And he helps us not to fall too!”

BAM.

I thought about this interaction over and over….. the simplicity of Luke’s trust in his father and the capability of Ben’s strong hand. Luke is rarely scared. He has no worries! He trusts that his Dad will take care of him.

And for good reason! Ben is SO strong, SO capable of protecting Luke, SO willing to not only take care of him, but to help him grow and prosper in everything that he does.

You know where this is going, don’t you???

Jeremiah 17:7

But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water, that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; it’s leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought, and never fails to bear fruit.

I just love this verse!! Especially in periods of transition or uncertainty. Our trust doesn’t have to be placed in the arms of our own strength or intellect.  Our trust doesn’t have to be placed in the security of our government or in our cushiony jobs……in our police or even our own loaded armor.

Look at the previous verse;

Jeremiah 17:5

Cursed is the one who trusts in man, who draws strength from mere flesh, and whose heart turns away from the LORD. That person will be like a bush in the wastelands; they will not see prosperity when it comes. They will dwell in the parched places, in a salt land where no one lives.

That’s pretty visual, isn’t it?

Right now my family is going through a short period of financial uncertainty. I have a choice to freak out, and for good reason! BUT I also have a choice to believe in the love and in the protection of God.

Right now, I choose the latter. I choose to hold his hand, look to him, and give him my heart (in whatever state it is in.) It is way more exciting anyways… and WAY more peaceful! God is going to take care of us for his glory.

I can’t wait to see how God moves.

Are you excited to see God move for you? It’s easy to fret. But let’s give God a chance and just wait on him and hold his hand. We don’t have to try and figure it out my friends! He’s got you!

 

 

 

Holding Gods Hand Through Hard Times

Do We Know Jesus?

The past 5 months of my life have been nothing short of life giving. This past year, I was in a worship service singing about and for Jesus, and at one point in the service, I broke down in tears.

Why? Because I realized I was singing about a man I barely knew and was just beginning to know.

Yes, know.

This man on whom I have staked my entire life on, and I barely knew him.

And so, I have been on a quest of discovering Jesus-the man on whom I have believed since I was a little child. I want to “know* the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent” (John 17:3)

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Jesus, for a long time, has always been my man of yesterday. (Heb 13:8). Not my today. Waiting for my forever.

Jesus was (and still is) my salvation,  my foundation, my redeemer,  the one I was to be with on the day of his return.

But what does it mean to know him, right now?

Just by reading him? Studying him? Memorizing the verses of his teachings? Preaching the message of the cross?

I never just read and studied about God- I also chased after him with my heart. I sought to experience God.

But I was afraid to experience Jesus, because “blessed are those who have not seen me, and yet believe” John 20:29

Anybody else relate?

Today I am learning what it means to know him.

 Now, when I chase after God, I also chase after Jesus. 

He is the first and the last, after all! (Rev 1:17)

So- here are a few verses that I have considered, when it comes to knowing my Lord. I hope you get blessed as you consider these verses too.

Because yes, he is your salvation.

But he is also:

Your Good Shepard. ( John 10:11-14)

Your Vine (John 15:1-5)

 The Overseer of Your Soul (1 Peter 2:25)

The Head of the Church (Eph 1:20-23)

Your intercessor (Romans 8:34)

With us when we are gathered in his name (Matthew 18:20)

Your Mediator (1 Tim 2:5)

Our Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace (Is 9:6)

God with us, Immanuel ( Is 7:14)

God’s image, and his exact representation (Hebrews 1:3, 2 Cor 4:4, Col 1:15)

Can I just say that this is a SHORT list of who Jesus is and what he is doing? Please don’t stop there, because….

We are called to fellowship with God , and Jesus Christ, (1 Cor 1:9. 1 Jo 1:3)

My encouragement for anyone out there, is to not be scared of Jesus….. and

ASK God to show you who he is to YOU, right now. I’m doing that, and it’s breaking down years of built up walls.

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When Bad News Hits

1 Samuel 30:6

“And David was greatly distressed; for the people spake of stoning him, because the soul of all the people was grieved, every man for his sons and for his daughters: but David encouraged himself in the Lord his God.”

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Have you ever felt like this before? Something just hits, and your first reaction is to shatter.

This is how David and his men felt when they came back to their city and found everything burned with fire, and worst of all, their families captured.

They wept until they had no more strength to continue.

(This record can be found in 1 Samuel 30)

To top it off for David, the men wanted to kill him. What a scenario to be in.

But it might not be that far off from what you have experienced at times. Deadly viruses sweeping through countries, political warfare, tornadoes, a doctors diagnosis, or just downright evilness happening all around you.

There are two options when circumstances such as these come your way.

1.) Shatter

2.) Encourage yourself in God

You know? David could have shattered. And his ending might not have looked the same. But instead, he chose to encourage himself in God. And guess what happened?

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1 Samuel 30:19

19 And there was nothing lacking to them, neither small nor great, neither sons nor daughters, neither spoil, nor any thing that they had taken to them: David recovered all

My sweet friends, God is SO much bigger, and so very capable of recovering ALL for you.

When Peter started to sink in the water, his focus shifted off of his loving lord and on to his circumstance. But the Lord is here to uphold and to uplift you as you decide to reject the world’s information as truth, and to accept his victory in your life!

Don’t let news shatter your world. Do not be dismayed. Encourage yourself with the promises God has given you in his word. He is so very big and he loves you!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Whoops! A baby in the bathtub (Jojo’s birth story)

Josephine Clare was born on a Tuesday at 4:20am, January 28th, 2014.

Two days prior, the electricity went out in our little apartment …. and I had a total meltdown. I will not forget the intense passion I was experiencing while sternly reprimanding Ben he needed to get that fixed and he needed to get that fixed ASAP.

Even though my due date was two weeks away, I needed to make sure things were safe. It was the middle of winter AND I have a 15 month old who needs light and warmth and food and all that good stuff that’s sorta dependent on ELECTRICTY.

And oh, you know, would if we had an emergency birth at home and we couldn’t see a darn thing? That would be traumatizing (Little did I know…)

Poor Ben! How tortured he was throughout that day. He was my dumping ground of all of my emotions and fears and exhaustion. Side note….I am SO thankful for a husband who takes the punches tenderly, leads me gently, and buys me Chinese in those less than fine moments. I don’t even remember what he did to get the electricity running again but I think it was something so simple like flipping a break switch… I know, sorta embarrassing when I look back on it.

The next day, a Monday, I remember being a little extra lazy while trying to plan our meals and the weeks activities. I wish I could remember what else I did that day but I just don’t.

But what I DO remember is that Monday night, after Luke (my son) was asleep, Ben and I snuggled up on the couch, watched a show, and ate popcorn. At one point I remember saying with a smile,

” wouldn’t it be so crazy if I went into labor TONIGHT?”

to which Ben replied so nonchalantly,

“yeah. but your due date is two weeks away, Ro. It will probably be at least another three before the new baby is here. Babies often come late.”

And I agreed. And we went to bed.

Now its 2am, and I wake up. And for about forty minutes or so I just laid there while what I thought I was experiencing Braxton hicks (fake labor pains).

But they didn’t go away. And that got me excited.

So much so that I began to wonder, ooooooo…..what if I actually am in labor???? So I got up, grabbed my laptop, and headed towards the living room to sit on the couch.

So at around 3 am, I am googling labor. But its 3 am guys, and I am also wondering if maybe its just a good idea to go back to sleep. I have a toddler to take care of in the morning, you know?

Looking back, I don’t know how it all happened so fast. At one point I went to the bathroom and had one of those major signs (and you veterans know what I’m talking about) that told me YES, I was definitely in labor.

So I woke up Ben.

“Hey Honey, I’m definitely in labor! But you can go back to sleep. Just wanted to let you know”

Than I texted my mother in law who promised to be there for childcare purposes so Ben and I could go to the hospital when it was time.

Than I sat back on the couch and it just came. Those really really REALLY bad LABOR PAINS. Enter curse words.

Ben came out of the bedroom and I was pretty happy because I was ready to tell him, “hey…this actually hurts pretty bad and they are sorta close together so maybe we should go to the hospital right about now

Ben was understanding. He made sure that his mom was on the way and told us we could start packing our things so we could be ready to go to the hospital when she arrived (she lived about 45 minutes away)

But as the minutes (or even seconds) went by, the pain was getting worse. It was the “I DO NOT THINK I CAN HANDLE THIS” type of pain. And I remember my midwife telling me a while back that when that pain is happening you are usually in transition.

But Ben didn’t think so. In his ‘trying to be understanding but a little frustrated’ voice, he said something like,

“Hey Honey, I think you just need to work through the pain and be patient. I think that if you are having a hard time now, you really are just making it harder on yourself for later. Try to relax, let’s pack”

But I couldn’t pack. I really couldn’t. I was laying in bed thinking this pain was totally unbearable. And I became in charge.

“Babe, we need to go NOW. LIKE, WE NEED TO GO NOW

For some reason I didn’t have pants on (I know, odd part of the story).

Ben was frustrated (it is the middle of the night, you guys)

But he pushed through it. There was a little back in forth in our bantering that yes you may be right that I’m in the beginning stages but also maybe the baby is coming right now and we need to get to the HOSPITAL NOW.

So Ben helped me put on pants and right after that I felt like I needed to go to the restroom. And as I sat down to go, my water broke.

“BABE. MY WATER BROKE. CALL 911”

I remember reaching down and feeling THE HEAD. And at that moment I just remember getting this overwhelming “let’s get this done” attitude. I hopped in the bath, turned on the water, and literally couldn’t help the urge to push.

Ben called 911.

7 minutes later, Josephine was born as Ben so carefully helped her out. Ben cried. I wanted to make sure she was alive. A few minutes later, a myriad of random firefighters/ems workers/and Ben’s mom! arrived.  It was hectic. It was snowing. We were rushed via ambulance to the hospital. And it was the most beautiful/surreal experience holding sweet Josephine in my arms and wondering, am I dreaming?

My labor lasted a total of 2 hours and 20 minutes. A few days later we received the tape to our 911 call. It’s probably my favorite 7 minutes of recording I’ve ever listened to.

 

So sweet Josephine, you wanted out. You wanted to make your presence known. You said, “HEY! I’M HERE!” and you’ve been that way ever since. You are passionate, and we are passionate about you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Complaining

As readers of the bible, how many of us get confused and angry towards the children of Israel for their complaining on route to the promised land? 

I mean, seriously! RIGHT after the red sea was miraculously split in TWO for them, they murmur about… a lack of food. “We’ll die” they say, “It was better to be a SLAVE” they say.

And yet they had just experienced GOD. Acting. On their behalf. And had the most dramatic exit out of slavery in human time, like, ever. 

I’ve listened to teachers that have told me we are similar to these people in Israel, but I just COULDN’T wrap my mind around that. Me? Being similar to those fools? No way. 

 And while I would nod my head in agreement to this statement and verbalize the same toward others,  I would think, 

“I would NEVER downplay such a miraculous event and distrust God if something like THAT happened in my life”

“How could they even complain about food? Could they really belittle God THAT much, and think he wouldn’t provide for that most basic need?”

But while I was driving my two little ones to story time this morning, my heart became pierced with the word of God that showed me how similar we really are to those people. 

Let me show you, friends. 

Colossians 1:13

For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves.

Do you know that in reading this sweet and simple verse, it shows us that we too were once under dominion?

Yea. Slaves. 

But here’s the catch, not just to people! Not just to a king of Egypt or an angry American. 

Slaves to sin. In a place of darkness where the devil STILL reigns and rules. 

And we were rescued dramatically. 

Yea I know, there were no “fireworks” that when off once we became Christians, but the devils hand HAD  to leave us and Christ filled that empty spot. He has literally translated our citizenship to a place where HE rules. I’d call that “camping in canaan’s land”, wouldn’t you?

And yet we may complain about not having “enough” (whatever that may be) Or we worry about tomorrow. We do feel sorry for ourselves, don’t we all? 

While our circumstances in the present may be VERY real and VERY trying, nothing is too big for our God, loved ones. If he can save us from the devils mark, he is certainly able to put food on our table. And if you know anything about our God, he does it in an abundant way. 

Let’s fight together and the next time we catch ourselves complaining, let’s stop and think about what God has done in our lives. I’ll leave you with the section in Colossians that inspired me to write. 

Colossians 1:9-14

For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you. We continually ask God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all the wisdom and understanding that the Spirit gives, 10 so that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, 11 being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, 12 and giving joyful thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of his holy people in the kingdom of light.13 For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, 14 in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.

Self Esteem

Self Esteem. Terrible thing sometimes, isn’t it?

At one point in my life I had very, VERY low self esteem. I was scared to DEATH to hold a real conversation with anyone because they might see too far in. Why? Oh, so many reasons, friend.

 I was sin conscious, fat, and not funny. I hope this doesn’t come as a shock, because,

have you ever thought those things about yourself, too?

I thought FOR SURE others saw and said the same.

At my breaking point, my self esteem was SO low that I knew something needed to change. And in different words, I asked God to help me value myself. 

Have you ever heard the words, ‘In Christ?’ 

I did. My whole LIFE I heard those words. They sounded nice and made me feel better about myself in the moment. But I hadn’t really experienced the freedom that comes in knowing I was worth something because of Jesus. 

But after I had poured out my broken heart in broken prayer, God began to show me tenderly what it means to know that I am highly valued, loved, sought after, treasured, and worth it.


Where does your self worth come from? Have you thought about that before, consciously? Like, really thought about it?

In the following words  I want to bring to light where the enemy likes to place your self worth in. Will you stay with me?

Your Worth isn’t in your mistakes.

Your worth isn’t based off the number you see on the scale or in how well your clothes fit.

Your worth is not in your stretch marks, your smooth skin, your glowing face, or your yellow teeth.

Your worth isn’t based on your high profile job, or on your inability to get one.

Your worth isn’t in the money you make, the car you drive, or the status you have.

Your worth isn’t based off the square footage of your house, your zip code, or how well you keep house. 

Your worth isn’t based off of your bad breath, your funny jokes, your kind nature.

Your worth  isn’t based off your intelligence, in how well you can hold a conversation, or in how many friends you have.

Your worth isn’t based off of how much you smile, or how happy you are, or any emotion you might be feeling at the moment.

Your worth isn’t based off of how much you sin or how many people dislike you, or how many thoughts a day you have towards God.

Your worth isn’t based off of how spiritual or how carnal you act. 

Your worth isn’t in how other people view you, or even how you might view yourself. 

Your worth is in Jesus. In what He did, for you.

Please don’t slap him in the face when he is trying to tell you that he loves you.

Many others are hurting because they believe they are nothing. There are many, many others who think they are something apart from him.  
 John 1:12 (ESV)
But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become the children of God.
Romans 5:8 (ESV)
But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
1 Cor 6:11 (ESV)
And Such were some of you. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.
 
1 Cor 3:16 (ESV)
Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s spirit dwells in you?

 

2 Corinthians 5:17 (ESV)
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.

Friends, you are worth it. You were worth Christ giving up his life. 

 

Overwhelmed?

This morning was so rough that I thought that the world was coming to an end.  (It wasn’t, by the way…sleepless nights can make you feel terrible things! Young children, ya know!) 

But do you feel that way at times? , Where the fiery darts don’t seem to be slowing down, or where the “to do” list doesn’t seem to have an end? 


Psalm 69:1-2 ESV

Save me, O God,
    for the waters have come up to my neck.
I sink in the miry depths,
    where there is no foothold.
I have come into the deep waters;
    the floods engulf me.

This morning I was feeling that way, and I was feeling like I was completely incapable of handling any and all ‘grown up’ stuff. I wanted to trade places with my 2 year old so I could just be little again… please, someone change MY dirty diaper, hug ME, and tell ME it’s all going to be OK. 

Than I had a minute somewhere in my whirlwind of a morning where I could pray.

When I prayed, I  sounded a LOT like a 1 year old who is just learning how to communicate.  

Whiny and unclear, with lots of one word sentences. (Gods OK with that, BTW…but that’s another post for another day!) 

It was in my prayer where God asked me to remember that I was HIS little kid. He gave me memories of when I was just so little. Memories of not yet walking, french kissing my dog, jumping in leaves and being burdened free. 

And he asked me to be little again. Little in my own eyes, little in my own strength, little in my own wisdom. And God reminded me that it’s in those moments of complete weakness where you can rest your weary head on his strong shoulders. 

And as the morning continued to demand of me, I became more burdened free. And then, it stopped being about ME, and became more about HIM. He gives strength without measure. He gives insight into your day. He asks us to come to him, no matter our state. 


Are you burdened? Take a minute and remember you are little. 

2 Corinthians 12:9

                               ESV

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

 

Lets run to God and call upon his name the next time we are feeling weak and overwhelmed. 

Psalm 18:10 ESV

The name of the LORD is a strong tower, the righteous run to it and are safe.