Sunday, October 27, 2013

The Lord Is My Strength And My Shield.


PSALM 28:7
The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.


There are times in my life when I think I have control of the reins and can steer myself down which ever patch I desire. Sometimes, I get caught up in my own plans when searching for the truth, but it's when I stumble and fall I come to realize that I need the Lord to help guide me on my life journey. It is in this process of learning that the Lord is with me with every step I take, that I become aware that I am weak compared to everything He has to give.

I have decided to upload a song that I wrote a while ago concerning these thoughts. Hope you enjoy



Carry On: 
Lord I know you want the blueprint to my soul
and you laugh and think its funny 
when I think I have control 
I get caught up in my own plans 
and the truth I'm trying to find
But the truth is that I stumble 
I need you to be my guide

Chorus: 
So I'll let go, I'll give up 
all my strength, its not enough
I am weak, you are strong 
I need you to carry on. 

Face to face with my troubles, 
on my own I feel defeated.
Even the valleys are high when you are my guide

Come over me now, I'm letting go now. 
Come over me now, I'm letting go now. 


Chorus: 
So I'll let go, I'll give up 
all my strength, its not enough
I am weak, you are strong 
I need you to carry on. 




Thursday, October 24, 2013

It Will Cost You Nothing To Dream And Everything Not To.



Today's Encouragement: 
Always chase your dreams, and never give up on them. Sometimes you may struggle and find yourself knocked down, but never give up on something that you love. 

"When the deepest part of you becomes engaged in what you are doing...you are doing what you are meant to be doing." -Gary Zukav
It will cost you nothing to dream and everything not to. 


Wednesday, October 16, 2013

The Legacy You Leave, Is The Life You Lead.






Yesterday, my mom and I visited an older gentle man who has been a family friend of ours since before my time. Over coffee and apple pie, we caught up on the recent weeks and exchanged stories from the past. We talked about everything from the Korean War to the obituaries in last Sunday’s paper. After much discussion, he remembered seeing Mrs. Jackson’s picture listed under the death notices and was very curious for the reason behind her passing. He could remember her from way back in the Fifties as a woman of many dresses and pearls. She was a considerate woman, who was patient and mindful of others. Unselfishly, her intentions went beyond herself as she always put others first. Just last week, they came across each other’s path in the general store. In the checkout line, they happened to recognize each other. After a friendly introduction, they traded life stories and tried to catch up on the years gone by. As far as he was aware, she was the same kindhearted person she was sixty years ago.

On another note, the older gentle man we visited, Harold, was turning 82 years old. Over the twenty years that I have come to know him, he has always been a satisfied man. He was always up before the break of dawn attending to his cattle, and once the heat index increased, you would find him out in the pasture haying. He never complained about the weather or responsibilities that needed to be accomplished that day. Although he won’t admit to it, his health and physical abilities are going down hill. The day that I read His death notice in the paper, my heart will be filled with much agony and sorrow. I will remember Harold as a thoughtful man, just as He remembered Mrs. Jackson as a kindhearted woman.

With all of these remembrance thoughts making circles in my head, I began to seriously contemplate as to how people would remember me after my time here on Earth is over. Was I the woman of integrity that I pictured I was? Was I generous enough to put others in front of me? What would define me? Is it the trophies, belt buckles, ribbons? All of these questions began to spin almost out of control to the point that I reflected on the concepts that meant the most to me. But in reality do they really mean that much in the big picture of everything?

Is it the belt buckles, ribbons, and trophies of past horse shows and rodeos that defines who I am? They are prof that it was my life just a few years ago. Do accomplishments that I achieve define who I am? People often pass me and ask if I still have the mare paint horse who I barrel raced, pole bended, and learned roped off of. Together we did win many competitions, but is it those winnings that people are going to remember me by? Some riders are High School State Champion team ropers; placers in top ten at High School Nationals; are leaders the Mid-States Rodeos; National Finals Rodeo participants; and placers, but is it these moments that ultimately define them? At your gravesite, how should your headstone read? Is it champion steer wrestler, team roper, and genuine cowboy or is it something of character?

After slowing down my mind, the fog began to lift and the thoughts were clear. I began to realize that for me, the power of change was insight. When people look at me, I want them to see the beauty of my heart, the love that I carry for others, and the friendship and devotion I have with the Lord. Barrel racing, pole bending, roping, riding for fun, the ribbons, belt buckles, and trophies are what I do to satisfy myself and make ends meet. So, I ask myself, “How would your headstone read if you were to go tomorrow?” It would state “Child.Daughter.Sister” in that precise order. I am a child of God, daughter to my mother and father, and a sister to my siblings.
It is fair to say, that the legacy you leave, is the life you lead. How would your headstone read?



“All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the
 flower of the field; the grass withers, and the
 flower wilts; but the word of the Lord remains 
forever.”

-1 Pet 1:23-25

Monday, October 7, 2013

The Distress Of The Midwest.


Last night I watched various news reports concerning the natural disasters that hit this past weekend in regions of the Midwest. While viewing the footage clips of the destruction sites, I could feel my heart sink deep in my chest. I was completely heartbroken. Many are suffering the loss of homes, schools, towns, livestock, businesses, equipment, and much more. As a result of the catastrophe in Wayne, NE, many people are forced to start over. Or in case of the rancher in the foothills and prairies of South Dakota who are still digging through snowdrifts to find their livestock. They’ve been working through the 60 plus mile per hour wind, out on foot or on a horse if they were lucky enough just to save what they could.  With these situations in mind, I began to imagine, “What if I had lost everything that I was dependent on and was forced to pick up what remained and start over?”


“Thoughts of starting over?” ***

            On a simple level, starting over is a hard concept for me to fathom. And to be honest these thoughts have never really sparked any real emotion, because truthfully what are my chances of having everything that I am dependent on taken away from me. However on a much larger scale, there are many things that I take for granted everyday: a house, food, money, clothes, family, and friends. For instance, tonight I’ll go home and sleep in my own bed and when I wake up I’ll eat breakfast and carry on as normal. After observing the devastation and turmoil that many families in the Northwest area are dealing with, has made me reanalyze my perspective on life. Truth is I could wake up tomorrow and have everything taken away. Because of the devastations in the Midwest, communities, families, and homes are left in distress. It is from these disasters that we can all gain the important lesson to not take anything for granted. So today, please look around you and appreciate all that you have been rewarded with. Never take these things for granted because in reality, they could all be taken away from you in a matter of hours, minutes, or seconds. 



*** Please keep the families affected by these tragedies in your prayers!!  



Livestock buried nearly 3ft under snow in Sturgis, SD  

Aftermath of tornado in Wayne, NE

Tornado that touched down in Wayne, NE. Its path was 19 miles long with a maximum width of 1.38 miles. The estimated peak wind speed was 170 miles per hour. 

Wayne, NE


“Do not be afraid, but speak, and do not keep silent; for I am with you, and no one will attack you to hurt you; for I have many people in this city.” Acts 18:9-10

Thursday, October 3, 2013

True Love Waits- I Don't Wait Anymore.


GRACE FOR THE ROAD
When I was 16, I got a purity ring.
Years later, I took it off.
I didn’t tell anyone I was doing it — it wasn’t a statement or an emotional thing. I just slipped it off my finger that day and, before tucking it away in a box, ran my finger around the words on the familiar gold band.
“True Love Waits.” Waits.
What’s it “waiting” for, anyway?
*****
I had my reasons for deciding not to wear it anymore. Other people might have other reasons. It’s a graveyard of hearts, this place where single church girls crash into their late 20s and early 30s. Churches see the symptoms. They scramble to reach out to the ever-growing young adult singles crowd who feels alienated by family-oriented services.
But there’s something bigger behind it than that.
Much bigger.
There are a lot of girls out there who don’t know who God is anymore – the God of their youth group years just isn’t working out. Back then, that God said to wait for sex until they are married, until He brings the right man along for a husband. They signed a card and put it on the altar and pledged to wait.
And wait they did.
*****
And waited and waited and waited.
Some of them have prayed their whole lives for a husband, and he hasn’t shown up. They’ve heard the advice to “be the woman God made you to be, focus on that, and then the husband will come.” They’ve read “Lady in Waiting,” gotten super involved in church and honed their domestic skills.
And still they wait.
More than a decade ago, a youth leader handed them a photocopied poem in Sunday School written to them from “God” that said, “The reason you don’t have anyone yet is because you’re not fully satisfied in Me. You have to be satisfied with Me and then when you least expect it, I’ll bring you the person I meant for you.”
And the girls see it posted on their bulletin boards from time to time.
“You’re right, God,” they say. “We’re not satisfied in you yet. We will put you first and then you can bring us a husband in your timing.”
But many of them – if they’re honest – will tell you that time has passed, and it’s wrecking their view of God.
If this is who God’s supposed to be, then He’s tragically late.
So some decide to chuck “Lady in Waiting” out the window … and possibly their virginity with it. Church goes next. God might go next, too. If He doesn’t answer these prayers after they’ve held up their end of the bargain, why would He answer any others?
Whether it was the fault of the leaders, the fault of us girls, or both, a tragedy happened back then.
A lot of girls were sold on a deal and not on a Savior.
*****
I had that poem on my bulletin board all through high school – the one where “God” was telling me to fall in love with Him first and then I would be able to fall in love with a husband later.
Who wrote that poem anyway?
Pretty sure it wasn’t God.
When Jesus was here on the earth, the crowds would follow Him because they saw He gave good things. But that’s not what He wanted. He wanted their hearts for Himself. So He would turn to them and say things like, “If you don’t love Me so much that every other relationship in your life looks like hate by comparison, you can’t follow Me.” (Matthew 10:34-39, paraphrase)
That sounds a lot different from the poem.
Christ is the source of everything we need and the giver of all good gifts … but in telling people about Him, it’s possible we’ve sold them on a solution for life’s problems and not life itself.
What if we as girls had learned early on that having Him was everything, not a means to the life we think He would want us to have.
If we had learned we don’t abstain from sex because we’re “waiting.” We abstain because we love Him.
If I’d had on my bulletin board, “Fall in love with Jesus.” That’s it. Bottom line. That’s everything you need to know, to work toward, to put your hope in.
If I’d learned who He is, what He wants, how to give Him everything, not “wait” so that one day I could give my everything to someone else.
If I’d learned that it’s not bad to pray for a husband, but that my greater prayer should be for Him to spend my life as He chooses for His glory.
If we as believers make that our message, things could be drastically different for a lot of girls wondering why the God they think they learned to follow doesn’t compute. It doesn’t necessarily stop the desire for a husband or end all feelings of loneliness, but it does show a God who provides, loves and gives infinite purpose even to our singleness rather than a God who categorically denies some who pray for husbands while seemingly giving freely to others.
It shows that while marriage is good, He is the greater goal.
*****
Don’t think I’ve done this perfectly.
I’d be deceiving you if you thought that. I’ve had relationships where I made major mistakes. I’ve gone through angst-ridden phases where I met with friends to plead together with God to bring us husbands. I’ve planned major life decisions around possibilities.
I lived like I was waiting for something.
And that’s why I slipped off my ring that day. It wasn’t that I wanted to sleep with people. It wasn’t a slap to True Love Waits, or to anyone who wears a purity ring – saving sex for marriage is good and is His design.
I just didn’t want to wait anymore – didn’t want to live like I was waiting on anyone to get here.
I already have Him … and He is everything.
“Follow Christ for His own sake, if you follow Him at all.” – J.C. Ryle

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

God's Perfect Pasture





When in thought about our cattle I can, without cracking a smile, say they all have one thing in common! Loyalty! If one friend crosses to the neighbors, they all wanna go visit! (I mean who wants to travel alone) If one gets nervous, they all spin out like a spontaneous combustion! There is always someone standing guard! So it can be difficult to get a sneak attack when it comes to gathering!! It's all for one & one for all... Loyalty is often bred into them & taught from birth! They recognize what is good together as well as what is bad! When they see that feed truck, it's all about supper time! But come riding horseback within eye sight & they sound a silent alarm that must shout "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

In my eyes they can be difficult, hard to handle & act like down right idiots! But if I were a cow in our herd I would never feel alone & always know my friends have my back!

There are lessons in life, no matter the breed, when it comes to friendship, unity, loyalty, trust etc... Finding true friends with the same values isn't always easy! Although, being an example of what is good is very contagious!!!

Galatians 6:9 Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.

We live in a free grazing country! Don't be afraid to look for a new herd! Before you know God will place you in the perfect pasture...."


Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Fighting Battles On Your Own


Over this past week, I have been wrestling with two specific questions: “Where are the places in my life where Jesus is calling you to trust Him more fully?” and “Where am I feeling most desperate right now?” As I recall last week, it was nothing but a repeat of occurrences resulting in failure. Filled with stress, heartbreak, and tears. I could easily demonstrate that I am fortified with muscular strength; however, I stand powerless against a situation in which I have taken a step forward just to fall ten steps behind.
With much distress, I started reading Mark 6:30-46. It seems as though the disciples and I reflected the same feelings of anguish. Just as Jesus took the disciples to a place where they had never known, Jesus removed me from my normal path and allowed me to fall short a few steps on my journey to instill a faith that I would have never known otherwise. Just like the disciples, I was at the end of my rope. Exhausted and given everything I had left to give. Mark 6:37-39 continues to express how Jesus once again orders the disciples to yet another noble task. This pushed the disciples one step further. Although the disciples do as He says, they come back even more depressed.
Just like He brought the disciples through wretchedness, Jesus brings us through these same struggles to prove to us that we are powerless on our own. We stand alone when we are standing face to face with our own weaknesses. God wants to use more of us; He wants to challenge us in ways we have never been confronted before. Often we forget that life with Jesus is a constant invitation. He gives us more than we can handle so we realize and turn to him. Jesus didn’t come to change our doctrine or just one hour of our life on Sundays. The life of Jesus was given to show us the life in the kingdom of an all-powerful God.