This is me at about 10 or so. We were on a train from Washington DC to NYC and I was SOOO excited to see big city life. At this time, we lived in a town of 554 people in Texas…so DC and New York City were both a world of thrill and adventure to little me. You can see the sparkling excitement in my 10 year old eyes.

And here we are today, Jan 6, 2025, on the eve of my 46th birthday. I have a lovely life. A wonderful, handsome, adoring husband and two high school sons who are full of adventure and teenage antics and who, furthermore, eat us out of house and home. I love our life – even when it’s stressful and hard.

But what I want to write about today is not my family…but a line I read in my medical chart notes. It’s stuck with me and pulled at my heart and soul.

A little back story – I broke my elbow this summer – ironically in NYC. I fell off a bike in Central Park with my youngest son, and landed in a weird way and fractured the radial head of my elbow. This little fracture has somehow caused major problems. I guess the elbow doesn’t get great blood flow so it’s known for having problems healing. I had surgery – 2 pins placed and did extensive physical therapy for 6 months to try to get back my range of motion. I also wore this horrible “stretching” cast that slowly stretched my arm straight and flexed – basically it was an insurance approved medieval torture device.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d do all this painful work and not get back my full range of motion. My body has always healed in the past. Why wouldn’t it now?

Yet, in December in my orthopedic doctor’s office, I heard the alarming news that my full range of motion was probably not going to come back. I was advised to stop PT and other interventions and go back to my normal life and see if somehow I could get a few more degrees of motion, but I probably wouldn’t ever go back to a regular flexing and extending arm.

He wrote in the clinical notes, “She will likely experience some loss of terminal extension…”

She will likely experience some loss.

As a words person, this phrase caught me.

I immediately pictured me as a little girl, with a title above my head that said the same – She will likely experience some loss.

Because, unfortunately that’s life, isn’t it. One of my close friends has gone thru breast cancer this year. And in a time of prayer with the Lord, she heard him say to her heart… “did you think you’d make it through this life without scars?”

When she told me that, I teared up. One, for all that she’s been through, and two because unfortunately, yes, sometimes I DO think we are supposed to live life scar free.

Not because that’s what I see in the world, but because that’s the way life is supposed to be.

We aren’t supposed to live in a world where young women get cancer and bodies don’t heal. We aren’t supposed to live in a world where there is war, starvation, slavery, and terrorism.

To quote T.S. Elliot’s The Wasteland, “all we know is a heap of broken images…”

Yes, T.S. that is very true.

But we also know it’s not supposed to be this way.

We long for justice, restoration and healing.

We long for the Kingdom of God. Even if we aren’t believers, we still have the longing and that ache inside of us for things to be made new. To be whole. To be free. To not experience loss.

And, surprisingly it’s THIS exact ache that I think calls us toward God. This ache propels us to wonder if we are made for something more…for a world that’s a heap of BEAUTIFUL images, whole and healed and restored.

I asked Jesus about this phrase. “She will likely experience some loss.” I asked him to tell me more and sensed him say, “Blessed are the poor in Spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven. Yes, you will likely experience some loss in this life, but it can still be well with your soul because the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who experience loss.”

Blessed are those who experience loss.

Why?

Because loss is a universal connector. It makes us long for the Kingdom, which has been given to those who so desperately long for things to be made new. The Kingdom of God belongs to the desperate, the hurting, those longing for healing and restoration…

So when I see little me on that train, I know…yes it’s true…She will likely experience some loss, BUT she will CERTAINLY experience God make all things new in His Kingdom.

Blessed.

It is well with my soul.

My sweet husband and sons gifted me the best gift I’ve ever received this Christmas. They published my manuscript!! My oldest son designed the cover, and Vince spent hours formatting the text.

After years of rejection from publishers, years of brainstorming hybrid vs. self publishing (and the exorbitant cost we were quoted to self publish), somehow my genius husband DID IT!

Reese said, “Mom, we hope this gives you confidence to go for it.”

😭

The greatest gift.

A hard copy of my dream.

Thank you to my amazing boys…Vince, Reese and Parker. Thank you for believing in me and for a push to keep going even when the world said no.

I love you!

Happy Tuesday blog readers.  It’s been a while.

It’s getting close to Back to School time and I wanted to share some helpful resources with you.

My 9 year old has Aspergers (as most of you know).  If you or your kiddos fall anywhere on the Spectrum, I absolutely understand that this pandemic has been a very challenging time.

It’s been a challenging time for all of humanity, actually.

2020 – One star. I do not recommend.  (I saw that on a t-shirt and I want it.)

For us, the things that helps P the most, typically, with balancing his mind and body are…

1.  A schedule (that’s out the window)
2. people (that’s limited)
3. hard jobs – exercise, movement, biking, sensory input…  (It’s August in the south and it’s blazing hot, and our usual activities of roller coaters and trampoline parks are not working for us in Covid-days).

Also, the unexpected isn’t easy for anyone, but for our Autism Spectrum friends, it’s THE WORST (I almost typed literally the worst, but P would have corrected me, because it’s not LITERALLY the worst.  Being eaten alive by a shark would be worse).  Interrupted school, sports, social groups, church… nothing is, or can be, set in stone.  The plan is sort of always fluid.

Our school district has done an incredible job trying to stay one step ahead.  I give them all the kudos, and the blessing, and all the prayers.  THIS IS A BIG DEAL, and they are moving through the world with grace and care.  Bless you teachers!!!

Our incredible Speech Path gave me some resources that are helpful for navigating these changes with Kids on the Spectrum.  All kids can benefit from these social stories and resources.  Social stories have changed the world for P, and I love them too.  Social stories are basically stories of expectations in cartoon form.  Sometimes, I even draw them for P, and if you’ve ever seen me draw, you know it’s bad, but somehow he still likes them.

Check out http://www.autismlittlelearners.com

They have social stories related to “Greetings at School during COVID-19, Riding the bus during COVID-19, When can I stop wearing a mask, and on and on.  It’s a great resource!!

Check it out friends and good luck in your back to school plans whatever they may be!  Be kind.  Encourage a teacher.

Blessings –

Me

(If you are commenting or replying on Social Media, I’m trying to move out of that space during this current time, so I may not reply there…even though this blog will link.  Reply here or by email for correspondence.  Thanks for helping me with my new resolve to be “Less social media content oriented.” )

P’s Covid-19 Diary

Day 1: (March 17, 2020)

I’m really scared of the Coronavirus.  Will I get it? I feel really sad my birthday party is delayed and maybe even camp will be.  That stupid frickin’ virus!  If only it could be gone.  I’m wanting to find a cure to it.  Children if you read this and you are under the age of 8, do not look at the word frickin’.

Day 2: 

It’s Corona season still and it’s bugging me!  If it weren’t for it, we would still be in Colorado skiing.  Darn that Coronavirus!  It’s scaring the crap out of me!  I hate it so much! I wonder when it’s 2040 will there be a worldwide event like this? Children, once again, if you are under the age of 8, do not look at the word crap and if you are under the age of 5 do not look at the word hate.

Day 3:

Day 3 of Outbreak.  It’s almost my birthday – how am I going to celebrate it? God turned water into wine so could I use some junk as my birthday presents to myself? Or maybe my family does it? Children, there are no more bad words.  So sorry.  

*Note from mom.  P wanted Jesus to turn junk into birthday presents like he did water into wine. 

Day 4:

Yay!  We are getting a new trampoline!  I can’t believe this.  This is so exciting.  It’s going to be a heck of a time. I wonder what trampoline I will get my children? (Who are definitely reading this!)

Day 7 (Not 4)

It’s almost my birthday!!!  YAY!!  Mom told me to write somethings about God giving us gifts and even thought I don’t wasn’t to, Mom says I have to so here’s what I will write…I wonder what gifts God will give my children? (I’m saying this awkwardly) 

**Note from mom:  I think he meant “I’m saying this sarcastically”.

Day 8

It’s kind getting boring around here.  There is nothing to do.  I wish the Coronavirus gets cured at the beginning of summer but can it happen? I am excited to go to Disney World!  (In the Fall)

Day 10

It’s almost my birthday!  I’m excited! I wonder what I’ll get?  Maybe a game? I’m just really excited!!!!!!!  (100,000 more !!!!! to go… That is one of them.) 

Day 11

I’m so close to being 9.  I wanted a $60.00 Apple Gift card, but Reese says it’s too late now.  But throwing that off subject, I’m really excited.  I like trains!  (I got that off a you tube video)

Day 14

My birthday has passed and I am sad.  Summer is coming and I am really excited about it.  When the coronavirus is cured I am going to be so happy.

Day 15

We are in Bible time again, and I’m cool with it.  My dad told us a story about him going duck hunting and him getting on a boat and a really bad storm.  But, I’m glad God let dad live.  We read something similar about that, what I just said so…YAY (that he is still alive!)

Day 16

We talked about the heaven and earth and what it would look like when God slays Satan.  I think that is going to be cool and pretty.

Day 17

God has been talking to his disciples and they didn’t understand any of it! I don’t know why!  If I had a time machine I would go back in time and be God’s 13th  disciple. 

Day 20

We have to do school today and we were not sure how it would be. Well, we will find out in 1 minute and 24 seconds but for now I will tell you about my very top secret monopoly strategy..oops out of time. 

April 9, 2020

Day???

We thought about making a tree house.  I don’t know how long it will take.  But I hope it is awesome!  (Tree house drawing on back)

April 10, 2020

Day ???

We read Love Does for the 2nd time and when the kids said they were leaving home for the first time they stayed in the back yard?  They took a lot of non-healthy snacks and I bet it was all tons of junk! At least they got a lot of fruit snacks!  (After one day they returned)

April 11, 2020

We read in the Bible the story of Jesus getting killed and I like it/don’t!  We have to go on a run again and I would like to ask mom something about it. 

April 13, 2020

We read another Bob Golf story and yesterday we got Brova team!  It’s a game that is really fun! I hope this will end soon!  Coronavirus, not the Brova team.  

April 14, 2020

Nothing exciting is really happening right now.  It’s getting kinda lonely.  I miss my normal life.  I WANT IT BACK! Now for my strategy to winning Telestrations.  Oops out of time!  Even though there is really one minute left. Ha!

April 16, 2020

I don’t have much to say.  My reaper nerf gun in coming soon!  YAY!  Kanakuk is around the corner.  The virus has to be cured by then!  Nothing else to say.  Sorry.  Bye bye!  Yeeeeeeeee! 

April 27, 2020

Day 42!  Wow I knew that!!!  We are back home (from Carlton Landing) and I don’t like it!  I liked being on vacation, cuz I don’t have to run and type.  I wish this to be over tomorrow!

April 28, 2020

Mom told me K1 is going to be canceled.  Whaaaaaa????  This frickin’ crap virus is so STUPID!  Once again do not look at frickin’ if you are 8 and for stupid under 4.

**Mom note:  I said there is a chance it could be canceled. 

April 29, 2020

It’s morning and I have to run again and I don’t want to.  I wish I could run on the treadmill cuz I can listen to music.  And mom in this whole calendar (Mom note: not sure this word?) won’t let us once!  ONCE!!!!!!!  And here are three reasons why.  1.  I get to listen to music.  2.  No up hills or downhills, just straight.  3.  Oops, out of time. 

May 4, 2020

I am almost getting Midis!  (Mom note: not sure about this word but it’s a Fortnight character I think). Only 8 more tears left (of fortnight)!  I am so excited!  My reaper set came too!  It’s very cool.  I love you.  Bye. 

May 5, 2020

We got the Battle Pass and it is cool!  When my kids are reading this, tell me if Fortnite is still a good game? OK? Now I love you good nite!  (Or morning or afternoon)

May 8, 2020

We have saw friends for the first time!  YAY!  My family talked about Judas’s death and I think something funny about it.  (Check the back) 

Mom note:  he drew a gross picture of Judas’s skull cracking open because it was gross and shocking.

May 11, 2020

We are on the last week, weak, week,  of school and I love it!!!  Tonight I get the house to myself!  YAY!  (Mom note:  Not sure what he’s talking about).  Draw now to get 100,000 V bucks.  Oops, out of time. 

 

Well, here in Oklahoma we are open, but not normal. Still sifting through data and procedures. Knowing we can’t stay inside forever, and also knowing that the virus isn’t gone. A weird in-between that feels almost more exhausting to me. Decisions are unclear. There isn’t a right answer. Basically…we are storm tossed. I am storm tossed.

Today my kids and I were reading John 12. In the Message it says that Jesus said….”Right now I am storm tossed. And what am I going to say? Father get me out of this? No, this is why I came in the first place. I’ll say, “father put your glory on display.”

These words CUT ME DEEP. I have prayed, “Father get us out of this” a million times over the past 7 weeks. I want to be done with Covid. To be not worried about my parents. To not second guess every decision I make. GET. ME. OUT. OF.THIS. Pretty please. And I know he hears that prayer.

But then, his words go deeper. Jesus got it. I struggle to know this in my person. I have to read his words and REMEMBER.

Remember that I was created for a DISTINCT purpose, not created for ease. And that purpose is to put God’s glory on display. It’s the reason I exist in the first place. It’s why I’m here. I’m not like Jesus, but we do have the same family purpose. PUT GOD’S GLORY ON DISPLAY.

Put him on display not after the storm. Or before the storm. But when you are STORM TOSSED. When I am second guessing. When I’m mad. And worried. And angry. And OH SO WEARY. I’m so weary y’all. This has been HARD. That is real. It’s hard. I am out of my wheelhouse. And full of lots of feelings and struggles.

I don’t write this to say, hey…cover over your feelings by glorifying God. That’s not what God wants. He wants us to pour out our feelings to each other and to him, and to see THE BIG PICTURE. We are storm tossed. He is being glorified.

Press on warriors. The word of God is ALIVE AND ACTIVE. It’s our weapon against defeat.

Hey there all you cool cats and quarantine-ers!

Well, here we are 6 weeks in to Covid season, and about to open up in Oklahoma.  I was hoping to blog every day during this time, but have been wearing too many other hats.  Teacher, chef, parole officer, deep cleaner, mask wearing grocery grabber – all the hats and masks you yourself have been wearing as well.  So, today I am ready to share with you some new, old, and previously viewed tales…

One thing I had planned on doing was looking back in our family memories for stories of my youngest son, who has Aspergers Syndrome.   He is quite a unique cross of Sheldon Cooper and George Costanza and keeps us thoroughly entertained.  While you are home, and moving slow, I thought you’d enjoy some portions of a little story I like to call

RAISING GEORGE COSTANZA

P: You know that tall boy?
Me: On your baseball team?
P: Yes, the one who’s sensitive.
Me: Sensitive?
P: Yes.
Me: Hmmm…tell me what you think sensitive means.
P: Honestly, mom…I have no idea. I just hear words, ya know.
Me: So, he’s not sensitive?
P: I told you…I don’t know what that means.
Me: Um, well, it means he has a lot of feelings, and maybe cries some.
P: Welp, he’s not sensitive. Just tall.

I’ve been thinking a lot about a balanced life in these weird days we are in.  Normally, I am so busy that I don’t have to deal much with my own feelings.  I can sort of ignore them and move along.  Busy little bee.  But, lately, my feeling are right in my face.  And, to be honest, I’m not really a fan.  Feelings can be sort of exhausting.  Anybody?

Today, I was on a WOG (that’s a walk/jog, which consisted mostly of walking).  And, I was thinking so much of Anne Frank.  I read her Diary of a Young Girl last year for the first time since high school.  Somehow reading it as an adult impacted me even more.  And, now in this weird time of quasi-quarantine, I can’t imagine how she did it.  How did she not go outside for almost 2 years?  How did she survive and not get to feel the sunshine?  How did she live in a tiny cramped attic with all those people?  How did she deal with the fear of her loved ones and even herself being shipped away to concentration camps, murdered, and killed?  I have to say that I honestly can’t imagine.

One thing that I took away from the book was the thought of “sharing your pain” in whatever season you are in.  Anne knew that there were others going thru much harder things than she was, (even though her pain was exceptionally hard) but she still journaled her pain.  She still felt that it was valid to share with her journal.  Often, as humans we quantify our pain and say it’s either “not big enough to share” or “too big to share”.

I have felt BOTH of those in my life.  Pain that feels too big to share.  Pain that feels too small to share.

But, I think mental health is often a box for me.  A 4 Square Life.  I’m not an artist, but it was good for me to draw out what I’m thinking/feeling/doing.

For me, God’s PROMISES are the base.  If the base doesn’t exist, I have no foundation.  The whole square crumbles.  I have to be sure God’s promises are readily in my mind.  Every day.

My Feelings are both sides of my box.

Positive feelings must be accompanied with thankfulness.  Positive feelings are also real and vulnerable.  My life is open to attack from the side if I don’t build my thankfulness wall (my positive feelings wall).

Negative feelings make up my other side.  They are also real and vulnerable.  And must be shared, journaled, and dealt with.  Otherwise my life is open to attack.  If I think my hard time is too small to share or feel, I open myself up a barrage of feelings maybe tomorrow, maybe a year from now.  I can open myself up to a flood of feelings I haven’t felt, or dealt with.  Negative feelings still exist even if we ignore them.  We must NAME them to manage them.  (Isn’t that what Mr. Rodgers said.)  If we are feelers…which we ALL are (We sometimes just ignore them)..we have to deal with both sides of the coin.  The positive AND the negative feelings.  You are allowed to feel that things are hard, even if your hard is way less than someone else’s hard.

But we (and I) have to be aware to build both of our walls.  Not only our positive wall, and not only our negative wall. But BOTH.

And, on top of my box is Data/Facts.  It is important to know what’s happening in our world.  Some data/facts are positive.  Some are negative.  Facts exist.  And are important to protect myself from living in the circle of DENIAL.  Which is not a part of the 4 square life.

Neither is ANGER or JUDGEMENT.  That is not a part of the 4 square life.  (Yes, there is justified anger.  I’m talking anger that roots from pride.)

And, lastly FEAR.  Fear is not a bubble that can co-exist in a 4 square life.  It’s an outlier.  It is not our friend.  It’s not my friend.

I’m blogging this not to say, “I have life figured out.”  I’m blogging this to say that I’m learning.  Learning to accept feelings.  To move through them.  To keep God’s Promises as my base.  And to try to throw off fear, denial, and pride.  Those so easily tangle me up.

We are all a work in progress.  And, these days are teaching us so many things.  I don’t want to forget what I’m learning.   How God is teaching me.  And how to become more balanced in conflict and crisis.

 

 

Hi everyone!

Happy Monday!

Our family devotional reading for today is John 6.

It’s one of my favorite stories: Jesus feeds the 5,000.

You may be very familiar with this story.  It’s a famous one.  We read it, and then had  a fun time imagining this story in our own personal terms.  You may want to try this too.

Here goes….

My youngest son goes to a very big elementary school.  They have over 1,000 students.  So we said this crowd was as big as his school five times.  That seems huge!

We also said, this is like Jesus seeing you and saying, “Excuse me, I need your lunch box to feed your elementary school times 5.”

He basically fed EVERYONE with one kids lunch box, and then had twelve baskets of leftovers.

THIS IS AN INCREDIBLE MIRACLE.

No wonder all the people were trying to make him be king.

But, instead of agreeing with them, he hid from them.

I asked my kids why Jesus did this.

My oldest said, “He wasn’t here to be King, he was here to die.”

Boom!

He gets it!

Jesus came to die for our sins.  He is King in heaven and will be King on earth, too, someday soon.

Miracles are amazing.  Keep praying for God to show us his miracles even today!

 

 

 

Hello there!  Well, today is going to look a bit different from our usual family devotional formats.

But, first, I want you to read John 5:1-18

This is a story of Jesus healing a man at a pool.

Read the story in the Bible first.

Then I want you to put on your imagination hat.  It’s fun to think through more details of Bible stories.  To imagine deeper.

I love to imagine!  It’s one of my favorite hobbies?  Do you enjoy it?

Ok.  Here is how I imagine in between the lines of John 5.  This story will be told form the perspective of the invalid man.  Let’s call him Jude.

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There is a public pool in Jerusalem by the sheep gate.  Some say the pool has magical healing powers.  I’m wasn’t sure if I believed that or not.  But, it was my last chance.  Somehow, when you have no other options, you start to believe in magic.

You see, I can’t walk.  I got trampled by a horse when I was 15. Now I’m 53.  You do the math. I have no family left.  My mother died a few days ago.  She was the only person that took care of me.  Now, I had no job.  No food.  Nothing.

I guess you’d say I was angry. Angry that she’s gone.  Angry that I am this way.  Reliant on others to help me, because you see – no one would help me.  Sometimes I wondered if I was invisible.

At this point, my only option was to make my way to this pool called Bethesda.  I’ve always been a realist.  I knew I was dead man.  But, somehow I had this tiny bit of hope that the pool could make me well.  Maybe it’s because hope was all I had.  I was desperate.

My mom had some money saved, not much, but enough for me to convince and pay a beggar to carry me to the pool.  He did as I asked. The pool was full, not even a space for him to set me in.  So, he put me on my mat next to the pool.

“When someone get’s out, ask them to put you in,” he said.

And, then he left me.

It had been two days, and no one had helped me in.  I’d been here a long time.  I told you I felt invisible. I was beginning to feel light headed.  But, I wasn’t going to ask anyone for help. That’s not what I did.

Suddenly, I heard someone say, “Do you want to be healed?”

“Are you talking to me?” I thought, “What a stupid question.  Of course I want to be healed.”

But, I didn’t say that.  I just laid on my mat.

“Take up your bed and walk.”

I tried to stand.  I don’t know why.  But, I tried.  And, then all of a sudden I was upright.  I forgot what the world looked like form this position.

I started screaming, “I’M HEALED!  I’M HEALED!”

Suddenly, I wasn’t invisible anymore.  A crowd of people rushed around me.  Everyone began talking at once.

“Where did the man go?  The man that healed me?” I kept asking.

But, no one knew where he went.

I didn’t even know who he was.

I was going to do EXACTLY what he told me.  I took my mat, and started walking.

Once I was outside of the pool, I saw a group of Pharisees.  They reprimanded me for carrying my mat on the sabbath.  Because, in Jewish tradition on the sabbath you are not allowed to carry anything.

I told them what happened, and what the man had asked me to do.  They wanted to know the man’s name, but I didn’t know.  All I knew was that I needed to do what he said, and also go worship God.

Somehow God had seen me, and had given me my life back.

I ran to the temple.

Yes, you read that right.  I RAN.  It felt so good.  I had forgotten what it felt like to have my heart beat hard, and for my lungs to burn.

Once I was inside the gates, I went into the temple courts.  I knelt to pray.

As I arose, I felt a hand on my shoulder.  “You look well!” he said.

It was the man that had healed me.  He said his name was Jesus.  I’ve heard people speaking of him.  That he’s the Messiah.  The one to save our people.

I never really believed that the public pool could heal me, but I certainly believed that the Messiah heals.  I’ve read all the prophesy.  I’ve studied the Torah.  This is what we have been waiting for.

I rushed to tell the Pharisees, feeling certain they’d want to know the amazing miracle that happened to me.  Feeling certain they’d want to talk with Jesus and move him into a position of power.

But, instead, they brushed me aside.  I heard them plotting to kill him.  Saying that he breaks the Sabbath and calls himself equal with God.

I didn’t care if I was in danger, I had to tell Jesus.  I ran back to the temple, desperately trying to find him.  To protect him from those plotting against his life.

 

 

 

 

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Hey guys!  How are you hanging in there?  Have you started online school?

Today we are reading John 4…still…I know.  It’s a long chapter!

Read John 4:31-54

Jesus is talking a lot about the word harvest.  He says the fields are ripe for gathering fruit.

Do you know what a harvest is?

Have you ever gone to a blackberry farm, or a strawberry farm?  We have those in Oklahoma, and it’s really fun when it’s harvest time.  You can go out and pick a bunch of ripe fruit.  It’s exciting.  And tasty.

It’s fun to think that something so delicious came from a little seed that was planted and cared for.

Jesus is making a comparison for us.  Much like he always does.  He loves to make spiritual comparisons to physical things.  He must know that helps our brains get spiritual concepts.

So, Jesus is saying that we (and HE!) plant seeds in people’s lives.  Seed planting looks like – telling others about God, praying for them, serving them, making others dinner.  There are a million different ways to plant the seeds of God’s love in other’s lives.

Then, Jesus is describing how we care for the seeds.  We show others how to worship and spend time with God.  Jesus also speaks into their hearts.  This is caring for the seed..watering it, removing the weeds (pulling up sin by the roots).

Lastly, the fruit blooms!  This is the harvest.  The harvest can look so many ways, but the main fruit in the harvest is when someone gives their life to Jesus.

Does that make sense?

My 12 year old son, during our prayer time felt like God gave him a picture in his mind.  He wrote it down for me and told me I could share.  He said, “God gave him the example of popcorn.  It’s hard on the outside but when you add heat and light, it’s soft insides show outside and the hard shell is broken.”

I thought this was AMAZING!

Do you like to eat popcorn? This is a great way to see in the physical something that is spiritual!

Right now, we are going thru some HEAT.  We are having to stay at home.  Do school at home.  Cook at home.  Not see friends.   But, I think what God was talking to Reese about was that when you are in a hard time (the heat), and you let God come in (the light), he will crack your hard heart (the kernel) and your soft insides will show on the outside.

This is so beautiful.

I’m never looking at popcorn the same.

Maybe go make yourself some.  And pray that God will show your soft insides on the outside…with his light in the middle of the heat.