My Something Looks Like Nothing Compared To That…

She’s collecting for the homeless. She’s starting her Masters. And I’m sitting here, overeating Wheat Thins, and considering it a great success that Kenan finally fell asleep.

At Carowinds the other day, I was top scorer in the Plants vs. Zombies game. Y’all…the spotlight shone on me! In front of the 50 middle schoolers in there. And I couldn’t have been prouder.

It’s small wins over here. Spelling “your” not “yor.” Knowing 9×9=81. Changing your underwear. Putting on underwear.

As a kid, I wanted to be the first woman ever to play baseball professionally. Not kidding.

As an adult, I want to be the first woman ever to…well, I’ve forgotten.

“Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us use them.” (Romans 12:6a)

For a season…our gifts may lie dormant.

“Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.” (Romans 12:15)

For a season…our rejoicing and weeping may be with little people with dirty faces.

“Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” (Romans 12:21)

For a season…our greatest good may be shown in the place we call home.

And it’s OKAY.

To help the homeless. To get your Masters. To not.

“I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.” (Romans 12:1)

My sacrifice may not look the same as yours.

And it’s OKAY.

As long as His sacrifice is spotlight. As long as His love is my affirmation. As long as every choice I make-every yes or no I say- is an attempt to glorify Him.

Today…whether you’re collecting for the broken, writing a research paper, or pulling out a fresh pair of Paw Patrol underwear…remember the Who more than the What.

We have worth because Jesus laid down His.








Running for Nothing

Those are the words going through my mind. What am I running for? Is what I’m doing even called running?

Yesterday felt like a sprint with no finish line in sight.

And it will today. And the next day. And on and on and on…

Ya’ll, I’m so thankful to have these kids. I’m so thankful to stay home with them. But there are days where I look around and can only see mess.

And Heaven help us, I see little people who desperately need Jesus, and I can’t make the decision for them. I can’t.

But God sees me. Right here. Typing onto the white screen. Tired. Desperate. Not looking forward to the day.

And He stays close. Whispers to my complaining soul these words from Isaiah 40:11-

“He will tend his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms; he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young.”

Sweet manna from Heaven. Comfort from His Word. I’m not at this alone. He’s there. Tending. Gathering. Carrying. Gently Leading.

He turned His face from His Son, so He wouldn’t have to turn it from me.

It’s not in vain. I’m being led all the way.