Spiritual Sprinkler System

A section of our sprinkler system stopped working, so a patch of our lawn did not get watered all summer long. We live in South Texas, and the southern heat dried up that patch of grass, leaving it sickly yellow and dead. One day my daughter went up to the dead grass and started tugging chunks of it out of the ground. “Look, Mommy,” she said. “The yellow grass is easy to pull out of the ground.” I was intrigued. I went to the dead grass, grabbed a handful, and sure enough the entire clump came out easily. I reached for a section of thick, green grass next to the dead patch and yanked on it. The healthy blades of grass stayed strong and the roots held on tight. The lush grass wouldn’t even budge. As I looked at the green and yellow grass, I uncovered one of Satan’s schemes. He knows we aren’t easily moved when our “sprinkler system” from heaven is running fine, and God’s Word and Voice are able to water us daily. Instead of tempting us right away, Satan will try to sabotage our flow from the Lord by distracting us from drinking from His Living Water. “But those who drink the water I give will never be thirsty again. It becomes a fresh, bubbling spring within them, giving them eternal life.” – John 4.14 (NLT) After a few months of a spiritual drought, we become weakened prey for Satan to destroy. Our blades have shriveled and our roots are dead, so any temptation Satan throws our way will knock us down and pull us...

New Crop

I live next to acres of farmland. Every harvesting season, I’m so excited to watch the giant harvester machines gather all the grain. The tiny seeds that were planted that spring have now become large crops of produce, and the farmers set out to reap the results of their hard work. I wonder how good it must feel to finally fill the storehouses with the “fruits” of the farmers’ labor. After the difficult task of harvesting is finished and the crop is safely dispersed, the fields look rather pathetic. The remaining chopped and twisted stalks look like rows of defeated soldiers coming in from a devastating battle. The acres of farmland make for a tattered and disheveled landscape, unfolding against the beautiful, sunlit horizon. It’s almost depressing to behold, and I have to remind myself that there will be new life in the death of that year’s crop. Finally, the tractors come in and till the earth. The yellowed and ragged stalks are mixed in with the earth, and the dark brown soil appears like a clean slate along the skyline. Possibility, new beginnings, fresh start – are all words that come to mind when I see the acres of empty fields. And I know that the dilapidated stalks will become nourishment for next year’s harvest. Sometimes God allows acres of our life to be plowed over. Whatever crop we produced is taken away, and we feel like we are left with nothing but tattered dreams and shredded efforts. But God will not allow the fields of our obedience to stay desolate. He will gently till the earth of...

Rubik’s Cube Algorithm

After weeks of effort, my 12-year-old son completed the Rubik’s Cube. The fact that he even wanted to engage in this challenge blows my mind. As a child, the Rubik’s Cube was an impossibility for me. Even with my vibrant imagination, I could not conceive of a reality where I would ever figure out the Rubik’s mystery. The more I slid the color cubes around, the more I messed up the color patterns. I remember one time I figured out one side of the Rubik’s Cube and stopped there. Every time I tried to complete another color pattern, I would rearrange my finished side. I decided that I did not want to risk losing my one completed side to solve the other five. I didn’t realize that in order to achieve the color pattern for all six sides, the Rubik’s Cube would first have to go through disorder. My son explained that cracking the code is not about focusing on the color pattern, but rather on the algorithms of all the turns. An algorithm is a process or set of rules to be followed to solve a problem. Focusing on the color pattern will only lead to defeat, but focusing on the movement of each turn will lead to victory. There is a process that can be employed to complete every Rubik’s Cube. It’s not a mystery at all. In fact, if the algorithm is followed, anyone can solve the Rubik’s Cube. It may seem disorderly at first, but—color-by-color and side-by-side—the Rubik’s Cube will fall into place. The same is true for our lives. God has an algorithm for...

Coffee Trees

My family and I went on a summer vacation, and one tourist attraction on my list to visit was a coffee farm. We found a locally owned café and coffee farm located on several acres of beautifully lined coffee trees. When I asked if we could have a tour, a friendly barista quickly took off her apron and ushered us passed the buffet of chocolate covered coffee beans and through the backdoor of the shop. As we entered the wonderful landscape beyond the café, I could instantly smell the sweet aroma of the little white buds that dotted the coffee trees. The barista was surprised by the amount of flowers speckling the green clusters of unripe coffee cherries. The white flowers only bloom for a few days before the fruit appears. Coffee beans are actually not beans at all. Rather, they are the pits of the ripe, red fruit called the cherry that spring up once the flower withers. The red fruit is edible, but these cherries still had a few months left of ripening. The barista explained many details of the coffee tree, answering all of my kids’ questions and a few of my own. My mind went to the investment involved growing all of the tress, so I asked how long it took until the trees produced their first crop. The young woman answered that it could take the coffee tree up to seven years to produce its first fruit. Wow! That was a long time to wait for an investment to start paying off. But the young woman added that once the coffee tree started growing...

Return. Rest. Quiet. Confidence.

  “This is what Sovereign LORD, the Holy One of Israel, says: ‘Only in returning to me and resting in me will you be saved. In quietness and confidence is your strength. But you will have none of it’.” Isaiah 30:15 NLT (emphasis added) Return. Rest. Quiet. Confidence. These four words are many times extremely difficult for us to live out, especially when we are confronted with a struggle. But the honest truth is that all of us have struggles. Even though each person’s struggle may seem different on the outside, the core of each one is simple: there is something happening that we don’t like. And instead of resting in God’s authority and strength, we try to fix the situation in our limited human ability. But there are just some things that are out of our control. Yes, God wants us to use the mind and imagination He has gifted us to influence circumstances according to His will. However, He allows us to enter storms that we can’t change, fix or make disappear. And in these situations we must Return to God, Rest in His sovereignty, remain Quiet in His strength, and have Confidence in His will. It is a scary proposition this “letting go of control,” but it is so freeing. Knowing that there is absolutely nothing we can do to solve the problem forces us to make a choice. We can either allow worry to strangle our peace and joy or we can reach outside of ourselves for a supernatural peace and joy that is only found in God. During the prophetic ministry of Isaiah, God’s...

The Self-harm of Words

Self-mutilation, self-injury and self-harm–these are the words that describe a condition of a person who purposefully  hurts him/herself. Whenever we experience first hand someone struggling with self-harm, we can’t believe our eyes. The evidence of self-hurt is caught in grotesque images of cuts, burns and bruises. People struggling with this condition willfully hurt themselves because of a condition in the heart. It’s interesting that we instantly seek help for people struggling with physical self-harm, but every day we ourselves experience emotional self-harm and think nothing of it. We speak negative words over ourselves, and we believe this is normal or even okay. But negative self-talk is not okay. We damage God’s beautiful creation with every word that cuts, burns and bruises our hearts and souls. I struggle with negative self-talk, and I think (if women were honest) many of us do. We want to be thinner, prettier, smarter, more talented, funnier and more adventurous. We examine our flaws with a microscope and purposefully ignore God’s thoughts of truth about us. We self-multilate with every piercing thought and word and wonder why we can’t find joy in our day. But what we don’t realize is that emotional self-harm is a condition of the heart too. We have forgotten what our Heavenly Father says about us, and we have listened to and believed the lies of the Enemy. Today, we need to stop the negative self-talk–even little mean words can chip away at our joy. We must start each day with a fresh revelation of how God sees us. Our emotions need to be set in truth from the get-go and...

Coral Cliff

For Spring Break, our family went on a Caribbean cruise. Only recently have our kids grown old enough to appreciate such an international trip. One of the stops on the itinerary was the island of Roatan, which is part of Honduras. We had a snorkeling excursion scheduled, and I couldn’t wait to float over the coral reef in that area. Right away, my seven-year-old daughter did not want to snorkel, so I told my husband to go with our boys without me. Although I wanted to have the snorkeling experience, I was content to lie on the beach and watch my daughter pick up seashells. After an hour, my husband and middle son decided that they were done snorkeling, so they met me back at the beach. However, our oldest son (11 years old) wanted to keep snorkeling, so I decided to grab my gear and join him. My husband was happy to chill on one of the beach chairs and bask in the sun. I met my son in the water, and we floated together, following a rope that led through the coral reef. Never before had I seen so many amazing colored fish. Every one was vibrantly painted, and I couldn’t help but be amazed at the creativity of our God. As I followed my son in awe of the colorful world beneath me, the coral reef dropped off at least 125 feet. To a person who has a fear of heights, the sight of the coral cliff falling away into a dark blue abyss was alarming. Instantly, I felt my chest tighten. My son kept floating...

The Papa Lion

I had a free evening at home after the kids went to sleep. My husband wanted to go for a run, so I asked him to find me something fun to watch on TV before he left. I have “learned incompetence” when it comes to the remote control, so he scrolled through the channels until a lion documentary presented itself. “Oh, that looks interesting,” I said. It was only about 40 minutes long, so I figured it would be done before he got home. Plus, I could learn a little something while I relaxed. As the show continued, I was introduced to a pride of lions. There was a daddy lion, three mamas and a whole bunch of cubs. I enjoyed getting to know each lion and his/her prospective place in the pride. The little cubs of the pride were able play, watch and learn as much as they could. They didn’t make their first kill until about two years old, so the rest of the time they experienced crazy, little antics of trial and error. The mamas, however, did a lot of work. Not only did they all take turns nursing, protecting and teaching the young cubs, they also made all the kills for the entire family. All three of mamas worked together to bring down the zebra or warthog in an amazing display of teamwork and strength. As the show progressed, I became a little put out by the daddy lion. He seemed to lie around all day, play with the kids a little and, when the mamas made their kill, he went straight over and had...

Bath Bombs for Jesus

I was never a bath person. During my twenties, I was too busy working and going to school. And during my thirties, I was too busy keeping up with babies and toddlers. Now that I’m 39 years old, and my youngest child is almost seven, a few of those moment-to-moment demands have slacked off a little. I can actually ask all three of my kids to read a book and have thirty minutes all to myself! My forties are looking brighter, and I won’t let a few wrinkles get in the way! I never thought I could create a tranquil spa experience in my own home. My home is a place to be a mother, writer and wife, but it was never a getaway place for relaxation and tranquility–until I looked at that big, empty tub in the middle of my bathroom with fresh eyes! I dusted off the cobwebs (literally) and purchased a few spa elements—sea salt, essential oils, soaps and the amazing BATH BOMBS! Where have those lovely, balls of explosive awesomeness been all my life?! Since I never experienced a bath bomb before, I didn’t really know what to expect. I filled the tub, played some relaxing music, grabbed my current book and plunged into bliss! I took the fabulous bath bomb out of its wrapper and read the little label that came with it. I don’t recall the exact words of the label, but I remember that it sounded magical. I gently grasped the bath bomb and tenderly dipped it into the water. Suddenly, the chalky consistency began to fizz and the wonderful ingredients spread...

Better or Bitter

In celebration of the New Year, and the new possibilities available to us, we will be giving away three copies of Alisa Hope Wagner’s new health book, Fearlessly Fit! All you have to do to enter the drawing is comment on this post below, leaving your email address. We will select our winners on Tuesday, January 5!     The New Year is time for getting rid of all those holiday calories. I’ve been working out all my adult life, and I know that there is nothing much you can do about feasting with family and friends. It is part of the celebration of Christ, and I’m not going to be a holiday food snob. Although I don’t go overboard, I do allow myself about a 3-pound weight gain, which is why I love January 1. It’s the time to get the sugar intake under control and lose that extra poundage! Working out is my favorite way to get back to my preholiday weight. I especially love doing compound exercises that work several muscles at once, including the heart! One exercise that wrecks me every time (in a good way) is the step up split lunge with weights. This is a highly controlled exercise that uses almost every muscle in the body, including the core to control the body’s form. When watching someone do this exercise, it looks like a piece of cake because the body’s form is so controlled. However, when the person finally finishes and drops her weights, she is leaning over and heaving to catch her breath. I find it interesting that such a difficult exercise...