Thankful again

Thank you, Lord, that You use all the junk and trials and pain and grief in our lives. Thank you for giving us beauty for ashes, that you work all things together for GOOD for those who LOVE you who have been called according to Your purpose.

Today I had the amazing experience of sharing at the Shine Women’s Conference in St. Charles, MO. I stand in awe at how the Lord uses a broken vessel like me to share stories of my own pain and His goodness in a way that I pray blesses those who hear.

I hope that the audio recording worked and that I will be able to post that for others to hear. I’ll keep you posted.

As I shared today – God is indeed REAL and He is indeed at work all around us.

May we have eyes to see Him, ears to hear Him, minds to understand Him and mouths to tell of Him. May we be His WITNESSES here on earth and proclaim the excellencies of Him who called us out of the darkness and into the glorious light. May we SHINE brightly, cities on a hill, pointing others to the grace and mercy found only at the foot of the cross.

What can make me white as snow?


No amount of work.
No amount of scrubbing.
No amount of sweat and effort on my part.
I can’t clean myself.
There is a way. Jesus has made a way. He, Himself, made the way by His own blood.

What can wash away my sin
What can make me whole again
For my pardon this I see
For my cleansing this my plea

Oh, precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
No other fount I know
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus

Nothing can for sin atone
Not of good that I have done
This is all my hope and peace
This is all my righteousness

Oh, precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
And no other fount I know
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus

Now by this I’ll overcome
Now by this I’ll reach my home
Glory, glory, this I see
All my praise for this I bring
All my praise for this I bring
All my praise for this I bring

Oh, precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
No other fount I know
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus

Who is building my house?

As we looked at yesterday, the wise woman builds her house, but the foolish woman tears it down with her own hands.

The word translated “builds” in Hebrew is banah. This is the same word used in Psalm 127.

1 A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds (banah) the house, those who build (banah) it labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain. 2 It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep. 3 Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. 4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. 5 Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate. [Psa 127:1-5 ESV]

Who is building my house?

It is the LORD I want to build my house. If it’s me doing the work, then it is in vain. I am laboring in vain if I’m trying to build my own house.

The children in my house are a GIFT of the Lord. They are a reward. They are my inheritance. I am blessed by God when my house is full of them. They are a blessing. A gift. I cannot make myself have them. I have to receive them because they are from Him. If I work, strive, labor, connive to get them, I am laboring in vain.

If I am being anxious, toiling over my house, I am missing it. It is the Lord who is building my house, though YES, He is using me to do it. I work faithfully, by faith, through faith, to serve the Lord and the call He has laid on me and the blessings He has placed under my care.

Thank you, Father, for each of the children You have blessed me with. Thank You.

A foolish woman? or a wise one

The wisest of women builds her house, but folly with her own hands tears it down. Proverbs 14:1 (ESV)

Matthew Henry’s commentary on Proverbs 14:1 reads,
A good wife is a great blessing to a family. By a fruitful wife a family is multiplied and replenished with children, and so built up. But by a prudent wife, one that is pious, industrious, and considerate, the affairs of the family are made to prosper, debts are paid, portions raised, provision made, the children well educated and maintained, and the family has comfort within doors and credit without; thus is the house built. She looks upon it as her own to take care of, though she knows it is her husband’s to bear rule in, Esth. 1:22. 2. Many a family is brought to ruin by ill housewifery, as well as by ill husbandry. A foolish woman, that has no fear of God nor regard to her business, that is wilful, and wasteful, and humoursome, that indulges her ease and appetite, and is all for jaunting and feasting, cards and the play-house, though she come to a plentiful estate, and to a family beforehand, she will impoverish and waste it, and will as certainly be the ruin of her house as if she plucked it down with her hands; and the husband himself, with all his care, can scarcely prevent it.

When I read Proverbs 14:1 this afternoon, it got me to thinking about the passage in Matthew 7 about the wise man who built his house on the rock, versus the foolish man who built it on the sand. In looking up that passage, I came across the similar, though less well-known, passage in Luke.

“Why do you call me ‘Lord, Lord,’ and not do what I tell you? Everyone who comes to me and hears my words and does them, I will show you what he is like: he is like a man building a house, who dug deep and laid the foundation on the rock. And when a flood arose, the stream broke against that house and could not shake it, because it had been well built. But the one who hears and does not do them is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation. When the stream broke against it, immediately it fell, and the ruin of that house was great.” Luke 6:46-49

The wise man builds his house on the firm foundation of the rock, obeying God’s Word, so when the storms of life come, his house stands. The foolish man builds his house on the sand. He does not trouble himself to dig down to the solid foundation. He cannot be troubled to obey God’s words. When the storms of life come, his house falls.

Yet, consider this, the foolish woman of Proverbs 14:1 is tearing down her OWN house with her OWN hands. She doesn’t need any storms to tear it down! She is tearing it down herself. She, also, is doing that by hearing these words of Jesus and DOING them.

I pray that as I go in and out today that I will spend my days building my house, not tearing it down.