Showing posts from September, 2013


The lesson I learned in last week's post was that I needed to find facts first, then add faith, and the feelings would follow. Let's face it, I haven't always done the right thing...or even the smart thing.

This week, I'm making a full confession on what happens when you lead with your feelings. There are consequences to every action, and one of the things that happen when you let your feelings lead the way is that you won't be living God's best for your life. Our Father still honors His children, and will bless you in whatever you do, but it won't be the absolute best plan that He had laid.

I am going through a season of mental challenge in my life. Frankly, I'm scared! Am I smart enough? Can I do all this? Will they think I'm stupid? All these questions are fear-based. We all know where fear comes from. Every self-limiting question that swims in my head is straight from the Devil. 

A holding pattern of fear is what I am in right now. I'm fr…

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Feelings

I once had a conversation with The Hubster about our emotions. I asked him when the last time was he felt an emotion. He thought and thought...and finally said it was about three weeks before. I was completely floored, and told him that I had suffered at least five emotions in that conversation alone! He was perplexed by this and asked me, "How do you handle all of that going on inside of you?"

"Exactly!"I exclaimed.

In the story of Isaac's death, the blessing of a father was at stake. Esau was the oldest son, and tradition held that he would receive his father's blessing and inheritance. Isaac, who was blind, asked Esau bring him his favorite meal before he conveyed the award. Rebekah, Isaac's wife, had other plans for the inheritance. She wanted her favorite son, Jacob, to receive it, so she conspired to trick the elder patriarch. 

Genesis 27:21-23 (KJV)
21 And Isaac said unto Jacob, Come near, I pray thee, that I may feel thee, my son, whether thou

God is There

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace; where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Amen.--St. Francis of Assisi, 13th century

These words were set to music in the 1970s, and my vocal music instructor in Junior High School assigned us the task of singing this 12-page concerto by Mary McDonald. It was an ambitious piece for a group of awkward adolescents. We gave it our all, though, and it was well received. 

I have always kept the words to this beautiful poem tucked away in my heart. It strengthens me when I'm weak and shares my joy when my soul soars. It is truly a …

I Can't Get No Satisfaction

When I was a kid of six or eight, I had an obsession. It was a food obsession, particularly with Chicken in a Biskit crackers. It was a doomed relationship from the start, because even at that tender age, I realized the glaring spelling error.

I found a box of those crackers in the cabinet one day, quietly put them under my shirt, and slipped downstairs to the family room, where I proceeded to watch Major Astro and eat the entire box. It wasn't much later when my tummy started to protest. Too much of a good thing was definitely not a good thing.

After spending several hours in the bathroom that evening, I learned a valuable lesson: Even the best food doesn't taste good in reverse. Since that day, even the sight of one of those crackers makes me  slightly nauseated. I can't go near them.

Seems like a lot of us are looking for something to fill in the nooks and crannies of our lives. The temporary satisfaction that an earthly pleasure may bring cannot compare to the deep,…


It's time for a celebration, readers! Female in Motion blog just passed the 30,000 all-time pageviews mark!!!
Thank you to all my faithful readers, who've been with me from the start. And thanks to the folks who just found me recently. I appreciate each one of you from the bottom of my heart. I lift you before our Father's Throne daily and pray God's best blessings on all.
I like to celebrate old-school, so here's a little Kool & The Gang to get this party started right.
Go out into the world and make it a great day, everybody!

What's My Job?

As we mark the unofficial end of summer, I am pleased to finish this Biblical blog exposition.  This is the eighth and final entry in the I Thessalonians 5:16-23 series. I love digging in to God's Word and finding the gold meant just for me, and hope you've enjoyed it, too.

Tonight's verse is a perfect fit for this Labor Day holiday. In order to be "preserved blameless" when the Lord sees fit to call me home, I have a job to do. What's my job?

*To spread the Gospel
*To prepare myself and others for Christ's return
*To serve God
*To glorify Him

There's nothing I can do to earn my ticket to Heaven. Salvation is a gift and I'm incredibly grateful to God for His love. Because I am beholden to Him, I want to take as many people with me as possible. The immeasurable joy I have in my heart, I want everyone to experience.

The God of peace has sanctified me; set me apart. My desire to represent Jesus is compelling. He has done incredible things with my …