The Power of Mind Control

I’ve always heard that mind is a terrible thing to waste.

I also believe that a mind is terribly hard to control.

Seriously. Maybe you have the ability to control your thoughts all mastered, but I sure don’t. One tiny event, action, news story or comment from someone can send my otherwise Christ-centered, balanced, content and peaceful mind spinning in the wrong direction faster than a merry-go-round on an elementary school playground.

And the enemy of my soul absolutely LOVES it. Gives him great material to work with. Jerkface.

Let me give you an example…

Let’s say I’m out for a run and I hear sirens. No big deal, right? As long as I have my everything focused on Christ, yeah, it’s no big deal. But sometimes my woman brain kicks into motion before I even realize what is happening. I hear the siren, and I think, “I wonder where it’s going” which turns into “I hope they are ok” which turns into “It sounds like it’s headed in the direction of where my husband works (which is a huge place)” which turns into “What if my husband is hurt/was in an accident/etc” and BOOM.

There I am. Worried about something that isn’t even legit. And worry is a sin because it shows that I am not trusting God with my day/life/plans.

BAH. It’s such a frustrating cycle to break.

Then of course the Enemy gets involved and tries to play up my fears/worries/insecurities/need to control/etc.

It’s precious. (Not.)

Scripture says A LOT about the power of mind control. (No, not controlling OTHER people’s minds… controlling our own thoughts.) Romans 8:6 says, “The mind of sinful man is death, but the mind controlled by the Spirit is life and peace.”

Pretty simple, huh? The mind of us as sinners equals death… But when we let God control our minds, we experience constant life and peace.

What consumes your mind, controls your life.

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You all know that I am a sucker for analogies, so I liken this concept to the airport security system. Our thoughts are the carry-on bags going through the nifty little X-ray machine… and Jesus is the TSA agent. We need to let Him sort through our thoughts and decide if they pass the test of worthy, holy, and pure. The yucky ones that don’t make the cut? Yep, they are confiscated. Junked. Trashed. Deleted. Whatever you want to call it– they are GONE.

2 Corinthians 10:5 reminds us of this truth as well. “We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.”

So what do we do when our minds start to spin out of control? Well, we can run it through the Jesus filter. It has worked pretty well for me as of late… I often refer to Philippians 4:8~ “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”  

If your thoughts that pop into your head don’t fit any of those descriptors, more than likely they are junk. Don’t give the enemy a foothold by thinking about the yuck that we have no control over. Instead, we can take every thought, run it through our nifty little Jesus filter and take it captive to Christ.

Now THAT is the power of mind control… Through Christ.

Minding Jesus,

“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” ~Isaiah 55:9 NIV

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Bubble Wrap Faith

Oh bubble wrap. The magical packing material that has been causing squabbles among siblings for decades.

Or was that just my sister and I who fought over who got to pop those addictingly-fun little bubbles? Either way, ya just gotta love the multi-purposeful qualities of bubble wrap.

bubble wrap

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As I was pondering this idea (again, at 3am… sorry, apparently 3am is prime time for random thoughts to enter my mind– blame it on the new-mama sleep deprivation) I, as usual, started thinking about how bubble wrap can relate to our faith.

Random. I know. Sorry. It’s how I roll.

Anywho, I considered the topic at hand… when I was thinking about it, I was struck by the idea of motherhood and how the first few weeks of baby girl’s existence  I was (ok, still am) so twitchy and overprotective… And I really thought at one point the possibility of how to “bubble wrap” her from this world to keep her safe.

Then I heard God’s voice: “Beloved daughter… that’s not your job. You are called to love her and care for her– but in this world, you will all have trouble. I am her protector. Trust me.”

Gulp. Ok. Heard you, Father.

Then, my random thoughts took me to the scene from Finding Nemo where Marlin the clownfish (Nemo’s dad) and Dory are in the mouth of the whale. Marlin starts to yell at Dory and the following scene ensues:

Marlin: “I promised I’d never let anything happen to him!!”
Dory: “Hmm. That’s a funny thing to promise.”
Marlin: “What?”
Dory: “Well, you can’t never let anything happen to him. Then nothing would ever happen to him. Not much fun for little Harpo.”

Dory, although she can’t remember Nemo’s correct name to save her tail, makes a pretty good point. And it holds true not only to “real life” parenthood but also our walk of faith.

Sure, we all wish nothing <specifically: bad or challenging> would ever happen. But if that were true– where would we stand with God? I don’t know about you, but I am typically closest to God when things are the toughest.

Ultimately, Jesus is our bubble wrap. He protects us. He guards us. And He makes sure we get to our final destination (ahem, heaven) in one piece.

But in order to really live a bubble wrap faith life, we have to let go of our need to be the bubble wrap in both our lives and the lives of those around us. We can’t protect those around us from all harm. We can’t control others to make perfect decisions. (Heck, our decisions aren’t perfect either– even if we think we know best.)

We have to let go and let Jesus do the guarding and protecting. We have to trust Him that He knows what He is doing (He does) and loves us beyond all comprehension.

In what areas of your life do you try to be the bubble wrap? How would letting go of that desire to be the bubble wrap free our spirits?

Be encouraged, friends. Letting go and letting Jesus be our bubble wrap isn’t an overnight process. (Believe you me, I am still working on it!) When we transition from control to trust, we can rest assured that He will not only carry us to our final destination– but we will be more protected and secure than ever before.

That’s what I call a special delivery handled with care.

Wrapped up in Christ,

“He protected us on our entire journey and among all the nations through which we traveled.” ~Joshua 24:17

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Looking Good… Or Looking to God

Confession: (Gulp.) I used to think it was all about me.

Ouch. That hurts my heart just to write it.

For all of you sweet readers out there that perhaps did not watch me grow up (or grow up with me for that matter) let me explain just a bit. I wasn’t the fashionable girl. (And I’m still not- although I received some coaching in this department in college—thanks Kally.) I wasn’t the super-duper popular girl. (And I am still not. Which I am ok with—being popular looks like a lot of work.) However, I was the overachieving girl who always wanted to be “the funny one.”

Being funny was my way of getting attention. (Plus it was a way for people to see my personality instead of my overweight teenage body.) Overachieving was my way of getting attention for “good things.” Me, me, me—it was all about me. My plans. My schedule. My life.

And then Jesus thumped me (lovingly, of course) between the eyes.

One of the biggest lessons I have learned over the last few years is that there is a pretty big difference between focusing our attention on looking good as opposed to looking to God.

It’s a challenging line to walk. And a line that probably many of us struggle with.

I’m not saying that we all need to toss out our favorite pair of cute shoes, boycott make-up,  and start wearing yoga pants/sweatshirts for the rest of our lives as we sit all day and read the word.  (Although some days I think that WOULD be pretty awesome.) I am still an advocate of “Look good, feel good, do good” days, especially when anticipating a big event like taking a test, speaking to a group of people or doing a presentation. God is our creator, and He made us uniquely and wonderfully and beautifully—we can definitely rejoice in that.

The challenge comes when we start RELYING on ourselves, as in our name brand jeans, bajillion dollar hairstyle or numbers on the scale to be our everything.  God is our everything—and in everything, we can look TO Him, knowing that if we trust Him, we won’t just look good, but might in fact inspire others to look towards God.

In two days, I have my first-ever opportunity to preach—yeah,  like from the pulpit, bringing the message for two different services. As I have grown as a minister, speaker and Christian, I have come to the realization that GOD is the one who is going to do the work. My goal is not for ME to look good—but rather I deeply desire for those listening to the message to be inspired to look to God.

When we share our faith or live our lives with Christ as the center of it all—people don’t just see us looking good… they see God being glorified.

Is God the center of your everything? In what ways do you struggle with balancing looking good vs. encouraging others to look to God? How does God’s glory shine through you on a daily basis? Leave a comment below.

When we share the love of Christ with others, we don’t need to spend hours dabbing our face with layers of make-up and sobbing over our inability to choose an outfit… instead we can let God do our grooming, knowing that if people see the light of Christ shining through us, then no amount of make-up, weight loss or high heeled-shoes could make us more beautiful than Christ does at that very moment.

 When we look to God—it is then that we look our best.

Beauty in Christ,

“Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always.” ~Psalm 105:4

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All Tied Up

Sometimes in life, we find ourselves tied up in mess.

Perhaps it’s a big mess.

And when we end up in aforementioned life mess, rarely is it “on purpose.”

Actually it reminds me of one of my favorite childhood responses when questioned about why I ate dog food/made my sister stick her tongue to a frozen iron pole/blended up a spatula in a batch of zucchini brownies…

“Um, it was an accident.”

The actually truth was my curiosity is the true culprit (that coupled with my lack of judgement and stubbornness to just “see what would happen.”)

My little brother followed closely in the footsteps of his eldest sisters. Although him and I are 12 years apart, we are very similar in personality and manners of thinking. (Please feel free to take a moment and pray for my sweet mother for raising three mischievous country children.)

A few years ago, when he was probably 9 years old or so, my little bro came into the house one afternoon and casually grabbed his rope/lasso. My intuitive Mama was immediately suspicious since he was supposed to be doing chores and feeding the animals– not doing anything involving a rope and lasso. She inquired of his plans… His response? He wanted to practice roping, using our yearling Brahma bull Rowdie as a target.

Mom vetoed that one in a hurry.

However, my brother being my little brother… had other plans.

Within minutes, Mom heard the screen door slam to the back porch. Dal bolts in the house, screaming like a banshee.  (Panicking was an understatement.) My dear, strong-nerved mother got up and began to check him over for missing appendages to deduce what brought on this dramatic scene.

Finally, between the gasping, panicked stutters and tears, Dal admitted that he um, kind of disobeyed (on accident, of course) and was practicing his roping skills… aimed at our little bull. Unfortunately for him, his skills were sharper than he anticipated.

He accidentally roped the bull and it took off across the pasture, lasso around its neck and all. Dal’s response? “I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. I mean, I didn’t think I could actually DO it!”

This is the kind of stuff we would “accidentally” get ourselves involved in as children of the Lacey family… (Sidenote: This isn’t Rowdie. He was already WAY bigger at the point of our history when the roping incident occurred. This is Cinnamon, a next generation Brahma calf.)

We all laugh about it now. (Well, all of us probably minus Dal– sorry buddy– I owe you some bottled root beer and Pringles next time I come home for telling this story on you.)

But as much as we chuckle about little bro getting all tied up in that mess… I can’t help but think how we as adults and followers of Christ still do the same thing.

Think about it. We have this wild idea and decide we want to “help” God out for one reason or another. (Perhaps we don’t like the path He has given us, or He isn’t moving “fast” enough.) So we inquire, “Hey Lord, would you mind if I…”

He says no. And what do we do? We pursue our own plans, just to see what happens.

More often than not, we find ourselves accidentally tied up in a mess… One that the Lord has to bail us out of.

“Sorry God… um, it was an accident. I didn’t think I could actually do it!” 

Fortunately, Our God is a forgiving God. Every time I come to Him after I my curiosity/impatience/stubbornness has gotten me into a mess, I can just see Our Father rolling His eyes (lovingly) and letting out an exasperated sigh (lovingly) followed by, “Ok, come on, child– let’s fix this.”

In our ability to “help” or “experiment,” we ultimately make a bigger mess of things. Then we find ourselves all tied up– whether it involves a lasso and rope or just our stubborn hearts.

It boils down to trust. Do we trust God enough with our lives to walk with Him, even if it sometimes seems a little slower than our desired pace or a little rockier than what we would choose?

We all have a choice. We can be tied up with ourselves, our thoughts, our plans…

Or we can be tied closely to Christ.

Staying tied to Him,

“We keep getting reports on your steady faith in Christ, our Jesus, and the love you continuously extend to all Christians. The lines of purpose in your lives never grow slack, tightly tied as they are to your future in heaven, kept taut by hope.” ~Colossians 1:4-5 (MSG) 

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Worth Waiting For





Waiting. UG. It ranks right up there with “Going to the Dentist” and “Cleaning the Bathroom” on my list of Fun Things to Do. But waiting is SUCH a big part of our world, whether you are waiting for them to call your number at the DMV or waiting for God to give you an answer on what you are supposed to do.

I’ve always heard that “A watched pot doesn’t boil.” I think a watched pot does boil (I mean, we can only change basic science for the sake of proverbial wisdom so much) but it does seem to take FOREVER when we are staring at it. UGGGG… HURRY… UP!

But here’s the thing with waiting… It is a good thing. It helps us to enjoy the time we are in, reveling in God’s goodness. In HIS timing. For a society that has been conditioned to receive things instantly, this can be a challenge. A serious, annoying, hurry-up-or-I’m-gonna-start-twitching kind of challenge.

God makes us wait for a reason. Yes, it makes us stronger. Yes, it helps us to enjoy that moment even more when it finally arrives. But even more so, it requires us to deeply depend on Him.

Some things get better with time… I personally believe homemade macaroni and cheese is better the next day. It is thicker, richer, and to my taste buds, much yummier. Wine gets sweeter with time. And don’t even get me started on how awesome chocolate avocado mousse is after a day or so in the fridge. (I’m making myself hungry. Dang.)

Waiting for an answer isn’t easy. But it is necessary. My husband  and I are currently in the midst of a shoulder-shrugging “What-do-we-do-what-choice-does-God-want-us-to-make” match. We’ve debated options about a variety of life topics, thinking that we could talk ourselves into a feasible answer.

Yesterday morning, my husband came home to grab his dress uniform while I was in the middle of my quiet time with Jesus. It was a good thing I was sitting down because God knocked my socks off. He had given me an answer to all of our questions we had lately.

I excitedly announced this information to my beloved upon his entrance into the house. “GOD TOLD ME THE ANSWER!! I KNOW WHAT WE ARE SUPPOSED TO DO!!”

He immediately poised himself for the profoundness that he expected to come out of my mouth. See, my husband is a very black and white kind of dude. (I guess probably because he IS a dude. Men are kind of  like that, I’ve noticed.) I took a deep breath and proceeded with the announcement that would change both of our lives…

“God said to wait on Him.”

My husbands shoulders fell a bit. So much for the black and white answer we were both hoping for, right? Surprisingly, I was relieved to know that it was OK for us to just chill out. We had been trying to find the “best” answer ourselves and it was wearing us down. After a few moments, Brandon perked up,  hugged me and replied, “Ok, then my lover… We wait on the Lord… Together”

Talk about a moment worth waiting for.

Waiting in His Presence,


“I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.” –Lamentations 3:24

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Raising the Stakes

At the very beginning of 2012, God chose my “word” for me to live out for the year. That word was “DEPENDENCE.”

It has been now been 80 days. What started as a seemingly simple challenge has blossomed into a literal life-changing experience.

In the past 80 days, God has put the following events into our lives… ALL of which have drastically built my dependence on Him:

  • Ranger school– aka, complete removal of my husband communication (see: Just me and Jesus)
  • Launching a personal ministry
  • Finding out we were pregnant with our first child
  • Losing our first child (See yesterday’s post)

Now my beloved Brandon and I have 10 days (ok evenings-ish) to be together before he picks up another Basic Training Cycle and we are faced with our third Red Phase (again– limited interaction/communication.)

Anybody ELSE think we need a vacation??? Sigh.

But through it all, God has been with us. He has raised the stakes for me to live out my word: DEPENDENCE.

A fellow blogger has recently challenged us to take our word and create an acrostic… So here is what my tired, yet God centered brain came up with…

Denying myself and taking up my cross to follow Him

Expectantly Waiting on Him– ALWAYS

Praying fervently about all things

Experiencing Him more deeply than ever before

Noticing God’s sweet gifts in everyday living

Daily submission

Emphatic trust

Never letting go of His promises

Conceding Control

Exclaiming His goodness and faithfulness to the world!

So yes, God has raised the stakes for 2012. And yes, I admit there are a few times I have wanted to quit– perhaps changing my “word” to EASY or RELAX or BEACH… But I’m still in the game, laying it on the line, playing with everything I have… The question is… Are you?

All in,


“I heard a voice out of Heaven, “Write this: Blessed are those who die in the Master from now on; how blessed to die that way!” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “and blessed rest from their hard, hard work. None of what they’ve done is wasted; God blesses them for it all in the end.” –Revelation 14:13 (MSG)

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Peace by Piece

Sometimes you have to be knocked down to get your balance. Or perhaps you need to be broken into pieces before you experience real peace.

I love it when God reveals concepts in a new and fresh way… which is exactly what happened to me last week.

My emotions, fears, hopes, feelings have been all over the board in the last couple of weeks. But during my quiet time last Thursday, God gave me a revelation that literally changed my life.

The amount of peace in your life is directly proportionate to the extent in which you trust God.

Let me say it again: The amount of peace in your life is directly proportionate to the extent in which you trust God. 

This was a thwack in the nose for me. DUH. Why, oh, why, had I never understood this? I had been praying for peace with everything going on in my life and God answered with “Well then, trust me more, my daughter.”


As I processed this concept, I thought of those balance scales that we used in math and science class in elementary school. You remember, the ones that you would put a certain gram weight on one side, the have to figure out how to balance it out on the other side?

With this trust-peace concept, I imagine we are sitting near one side. We have little “grams” of Trust we put on the scale. God is sitting close to the opposite side and each time we place a trust gram on the scale, He IMMEDIATELY gives us a Peace gram on the other side to keep things balanced.

We have NO CONTROL over the things that are going to happen in our lives. Zippo. Nada. Which means we can’t directly control the level of peace and comfort in our heart.

HOWEVER… (don’t you just love the “however dot, dot, dots? I love God clauses.) However… we CAN control the amount to which we trust God. If we give Him all our trust, He in return gives us peace. In equal balance.

Is your trust-peace scale balanced? Or is it completely empty, flopping about in the wind, letting gravity do its own thing? In what ways can you lay down your worries, your troubles, your fears, your need for control and TRUST God more fully? I don’t know about you, but I have had to intentionally trust God multiple times a day to receive the Peace He has waiting for me.

Honestly, I still kinda stink at remembering to TRUST God 24/7. But I’m getting better. (I never was very good at math…)

Remember that with each piece of trust we give Him, He gives us Peace in return. That’s what I call a wonderful life balance… Gaining Peace by Piece.

One Peace at His Time,

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” –Romans 15:13

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No Bull Rule

Sometimes profound revelations come from the most unexpected places.

Like over a plate of lasagna, caprese and chocolate avocado mousse. (Not mixed together of course.)

Last week, I was having supper with my friend Kim. For those of you who have met Kim, you know she is 1) Hilarious 2) Nearly as loud and excitable as me <which is a feat in itself> and 3) Sings like Martina McBride. For those of you who don’t know her… now you do. Ish.

Anywho, we were having a deeply profound (ok, rather squirrelly and passionate) discussion over an amazing meal in my living room. We covered topics including Georgia culture, army logistics, and quantum physics. (Ok, maybe we only talked about a couple of those.)

Soon the conversation moved to life and Jesus. As aforementioned, we are both easily excited… and needless to say, these two topics fire us up. We began to rapidly talk about those “life moments” when you are kind of in a waiting or holding period. Just praying and twiddling your thumbs, asking God for answers on what decision to make or what to do next… But He seems to remain silent.

“People always tell me to just buck up and make a decision while I am waiting,” Kim said. “They say to just ‘take the bull by the horns, but it is really hard to take the bull by the horns…'”

“WHEN THERE IS NO BULL!!” (We said this last part in unison. It would have been awkward. Except we are cool. So we giggled and chalked it us up to being on the same squirrelly wavelength.)

So yeah… but how in the name of chocolate avocado mousse are we supposed to take the bull by the horns when there seems to be no bull to begin with? We have to live by the No Bull Rule.

The No Bull Rule is a weird and sometimes challenging combination of patience, listening, perseverance and faith. It’s that time in life when God isn’t telling us a clear answer for some reason… so we have to be patient and wait for Him to say GO before we act.

I don’t know about you, but in the past, I have been guilty of creating a “bull” when there is none. I talk myself into making a decision that is not ordained by God. I create this bull, take it by the horns… then soon find myself bucked off, trampled, smooshed into the ground,  and limping back to the gate to start my over.

Our God is a God we can trust– with EVERYTHING. From family decisions, to career choices, to church activities and even subjects to blog about. When we try to force a decision upon ourselves, we violate the “No Bull Rule” and usually things end up in a big ol’ pile of bull… manure.

So if you are in that awkward waiting period, live by the No Bull Rule. God hasn’t given you a bull to take by the horns yet, so just pull up a chair, sit, wait and listen. When it’s time to act, God will give you the signal to take the correct bull by the horns and make it happen for His glory.

And when He does give you the right steps to take, act knowing that the guidance He is giving you is true, trustworthy and genuine. Because when it comes to God’s faithfulness, THAT my friends, is No Bull.

That’s no bull-oney,


“Wait, Israel, for God. Wait with hope. Hope now; hope always!” –Psalm 131:3

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Regain your Breath

Ever had the wind knocked out of you?
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I am going to guess that the answer to that one is probably yes. It might have been the physical wind knocked out of your lungs… Like when you, as a 2nd grader, thought that jumping from the low bar to the high bar on the jungle gym at recess was a brilliant idea. Next thing you know, you are flat on your back on the ground, staring at the sky gasping for breath.

(That’s a totally hypothetical situation of course. I certainly never did that. Completely made up.)

Or maybe your breath was taken away when you received some sad news about a friend or a relative. Perhaps the wind was whooshed away when your beloved proposed marriage to you.

There are a million different possibilities. For me, specifically as an army wife, the wind-knockage experience will typically come from my husband either in person, on the phone or via text.

It usually starts with the phrase “So, I’ve got some news…”

Let me tell you something, readers, falling off the jungle gym or getting bucked off a horse can’t compare to the “Hey-baby-got-some-news” army marriage wind-knocking conversations. Because whenever I get in that situation, I am trying not to panic while I keep my breath, fight back tears, AND not to throw up all at the same time. (Fortunately, ALL of those don’t usually happen.  Not because I am a pro at keeping it together, but because it would  be a mess. And if I am dealing with profound breath-takingly uncertain conversations, I don’t have time to clean it up.)

When you love someone as deeply as I love Brandon, it is hard to get “news.” I am so thankful that news coming from first from Iraq and now here at Fort Benning hasn’t resulted in reporting any injuries or catastrophically terrifying information. (Thank you, Jesus!)

Instead, this “news” usually revolves around changing schedules. And time apart. So forgive me if you think it sounds a little melodramatic. But hey, I love the man, I love spending time with him and he is kinda my best friend. Plus, I am a planner, so when I get the “first news” I process it, pray and prepare. When the “news” changes, I have to do it again. It’s exhausting.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I am a “strong, independent woman.” (My Mama’s words, not mine.) But when the Holy Spirit gets ahold of me, coupled with an awesome husband who’s job takes him away on a semi-random yet regular basis, I become much more vulnerable. Which means I cry more. Which I hate. SIGH.

I had one of those wind-removing moments yesterday afternoon. The past few weeks, I have been preparing my head/heart for Brandon to go to Ranger school. In a nutshell, it’s a two month (ish) long training where he doesn’t come home at night and communication is minimal. He was planning on attending pre-ranger school, which according to our calculations, started February 16th.

Apparently, our math skills stink and our calculations were incorrect.  I received a text yesterday saying that it started on the 10th. Yeah, in like 14 days. Dear Lord. Cue living room breath-leaving-the-lung moment. (To you non-military spouses, six days might seem like peanuts… and I suppose big picture, it kind of is… but it’s still hard to be like “Yay honey, we are going to be apart even longer!”)

If I am being completely honest, I have to say that yes, being apart is difficult… but the changing schedules and unknown of “Will he pass? Will he get recycled? How long will this take? etc” is almost overwhelming.

But it’s only overwhelming if I let it be. No, I was certainly not thrilled with this new information. My fleshly side of me, as I was trying to stay composed (and briefly failing) wanted to just jump off the deep end right there. I wanted to get down in my living room floor and throw a tantrum. Sobbing, snotty, kicking and screaming. Very adult. Real professional.

Somehow I refrained. I’m not gonna lie, I did have a few tears… But I immediately engaged my newest army wife mantra. As I took deep breaths to restore my composure, I started saying out loud, “I trust you, Jesus. I trust you, Jesus. I trust you, Jesus.”

It worked. I was able to breath again. And even managed to blog about this. Good work, Jesus. Very impressive.

We won’t always understand WHY things happen in this world, whether they are small-scale like 6 extra days of Ranger school/spouse mandatory separation or life changing-scale level like dealing with cancer of a family member. But we can trust the unknown to a known God.

Trust all things to Jesus. He didn’t promise that this life on Earth would be easy. But He does vow that trusting Him is worth it. Let Him restore your composure. Allow Him to be the air you breathe. Ask Him to help you regain your breath.



“And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything, because he himself gives all men life and breath and everything else.” Acts 17:25
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On an Adventure

(Insert intense sounding music here)

“From the African deserts of the Sahara… To the Jungles of the Amazon… Across the desolate prairie…. Through the frozen tundra of the Arctic… Around your own living room… IT’S AN ADVENTURE!!”

Did you start singing in your head “One of these things is not like the other?” If so, don’t feel bad. I woke up the other day singing “This is the song that never ends” from Lambchop for absolutely no reason AT ALL. (This is the song that never ends… it just goes on and on my friend… some people, started singing it not knowing what it was, but we’ll continue singing it forever just because this is the song that never ends…) 

Whoops. There I go again.

Anywho, back to the point at hand. You might have noticed that those first few adventurous locations all fit together– minus the whole living room part. We are a world who (typically) loves excitement and adventure, especially when it comes to watching others attempt to “utilize resources” to survive. I mean, look at all of the shows on TV right now… Man Vs. Wild, Survivorman, Man Tracker, Man-Woman-Wild, Dual Survival, oh, and I feel like there was some reality show actually called “Survivor” if I remember correctly.

I have no desire to go on any of those shows to try my hand at surviving strictly for an adventure or entertainment purposes. While I do enjoy eating raw rattlesnake and drinking my own urine every now and then (kidding! Totally kidding… Did I go too far?) I will remain in the comfort of my living room if given the choice.

But great news. We can still have an adventure in our everyday lives.

We can have an adventure with God.

I am a planner and organizer. I love nothing more to have my battle plan lined out for the day and for it to exactly as planned.

But that has happened probably twice in my 26 years on earth.

Yes, I do have a general idea about some of the “big rocks” I would like to accomplish each day, but my Jesus Calling devotional the other day reminded me to leave room and flexibility  to allow the Lord to take me on an adventure all His own.

I did. And He delivered. I was still able to “do” a majority of the things I needed to get done, but he also put a lot of fun and unexpected things into my day that really strengthened my heart.

He allowed me to have an unexpected phone conversation with one of my best friends. He charged me to cook a meal for a fellow drill sergeant wife and serve their family. He even took my husband and I on a very spontaneous adventure to the PBR (professional bull riding, for all of you non-rodeo-ish people out there.)

It was one of the best days I have had in quite a while. All because I leaned and focused on God all day… He took me on a fulfilling adventure, that started in my living room.

Leave room in your life to go on adventures with God. He has called us to follow Him. And we are going to be in for an awesome, rewarding adventure.

No raw rattlesnake or Arctic tundra required.

With an adventurous heart,


“Just think—you don’t need a thing, you’ve got it all! All God’s gifts are right in front of you as you wait expectantly for our Master Jesus to arrive on the scene for the Finale. And not only that, but God himself is right alongside to keep you steady and on track until things are all wrapped up by Jesus. God, who got you started in this spiritual adventure, shares with us the life of his Son and our Master Jesus. He will never give up on you. Never forget that.” 1 Corinthians 1:6-8 (MSG)

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