I hope Wednesday has been a good one!  I was reading my digital devotions and this is a verse that caught my attention.  You see, this week I feel as though I’ve lost my cool with Karis…far too many times in an hour.  Can anyone relate?  My daughter is four going on sixteen.  She’s small but mighty, loving, impatient, impulsive, and full of curiosity.  I love her to bits, but I often wonder why the Lord paired us up, as we are complete opposites.  Ha!  There’s my answer.  

Here’s the verse that grabbed my attention:

Job 28:10,11. ”He tunnels through the rock; His eyes see all its treasures.  He searches the sources of the rivers and brings hidden things to light.”  Job 28: 10, 11. (NIV)

So this is what I was thinking about the verse.  The bible describes God’s dedication, His persistence, His love, and His patience to us as being so abundantly great that He “searches”, and “tunnels” for us.  These are tasks that are time consuming, disappointing, mundane at times, and frustrating.  I know when I loose something and my search begins, I do get frustrated and annoyed that I can’t find the lost item. God is so good.  In His book to us it says that He continues until all “hidden things” are brought to light.  Wow, don’t you love that! 

My perspective changed when I thought about how God watches me screw up, again and again, make poor choices again and again, ignore Him again and again, and yet He waits patiently.  So as a mommy who is suppose to be demonstrating God’s love to my kids I really felt like God was gently reminding me that love is to be patient.  My daughter, our relationship, and her self-esteem is a treasure.  She is His treasure, just as I am.

One of the amazing things I have been experiencing is the gentle correction I receive from my Heavenly Father.  

So, what do you think?  Do you ever feel the gentle nudging of God asking you to correct your behavior? How does it spur you on to change your behavior?

Hi Friends!  Welcome to my site.  

If you had asked me a year ago if I was going to be writing on a blog, I would have first asked, “What’s a blog?”  Then I would’ve said, “No, I don’t write”.

I have never felt confident in my writing abilities nor have I ever had a desire to write…anything!  So friends I am welcoming you to join with me on my journey.  You see, my writing on a blog has become a leap of faith, a desire to be obedient to my God.  Man, I’m crying already!  To explain my tears I need to back up to fill you in on my story. 

My story begins back in 2005 when I was sitting at a ladies conference with my family and I heard the Lord say to me that I was going to write.  I actually looked behind me to see whose message from the Lord I had intercepted!  It was to my surprise that when I turned around there was no one behind me. Truly, the entire stadium was empty.  Hmmm, I thought.  That was interesting.  As I drove home from the conference with my mom, I mentioned it to her nonchalantly and I laughed, as writing was never a desire or goal of mine.

Later that year I decided to apply for grad school.  “There Lord.  I will write my dissertation”, I thought.  That will fulfill the notion you gave me.  I did get into grad school even though all along I had a feeling that I was not meant to go.  Then two months before I was to begin Rob came home and said we needed to talk about a job opportunity, in the States.  It was in that first week of July that I knew why the Lord had been preparing me with that feeling.  I was not meant to go to school and my life was about to take a dramatic u-turn.

God had provided my husband with a job opportunity that we couldn’t pass up.  However, it meant sacrificing everything that was important and comfortable to me.  We moved ourselves and our three young children to North Carolina, to a town I had visited for only four days while desperately searching for a home (that in itself is another story…for another day). 

When we moved on January 2, 2007 our children were 5 and 3, and our baby was 15 months old.  As we drove away we were waving goodbye to our friends, our home, our family, my security, my comfort, my life.

While we were on our way and I was driving in the mountains of Virginia I was grappling with my new situation of being in a new country.  I was talking to the Lord, no, more like complaining to the Lord.  “What are we doing?  I’ve changed my mind.  I want to go home.”  The Lord spoke very clearly, yet so gently in my ear and asked me the question, “Do you trust me?”  Okay…I was an emotional wreck, but I knew I had heard those words.  So I audibly answered yes, even though my emotions did not come close to feeling any sense of trust.  I knew that if we were to “survive” this transition I needed the Lord in my life; I needed him to show up in a big way.  Looking back, I now realize that the Lord was waiting on me to show up.  He was waiting on me to look to Him to be my comfort, my encourager, and my provider for all things. Okay…more tears.  My tears are tears of joy.  I look back over these past sixteen months and I see God’s mighty hand, how He has lovingly coached me along to a place where I never wanted, intended, or planned to be.

As I struggled with my new job as a stay at home mommy, I kept asking the Lord to provide something for me to do.  My conversations would be reminders to the Lord (like He needs reminding) that He made me and He gave me the desire to do work, school, or something else outside of my home.  I struggled with this, and I still struggle my friends.  But I am learning, if you allow God to take control of your life, completely, He will transform the desires of your heart- and that He has.  I am proof of that as I write this entry.  

So here I sit, in my kitchen “blogging”. The writing, which the Lord impressed on my heart in September of 2005, is coming to fruition.  I have no idea why He wants me to write, and I am doing it out of sheer obedience.  I can tell you something though, for the first time in a long time I feel excited about what is to come.  I have no idea what that is, but I do know that the God who brought me out of my home, is the same God who was with Esther thousands of years ago.  So friends, welcome to For Such A Thyme As This.