Wednesday, January 18, 2012


I talk to my kids a lot about being Jesus and looking like Jesus.  (Funny, I don't always offer a very good example to them.)  I say things like, "Guys, I love Jesus so much that sometimes He leaks out of me."  This is good.  And, it's true.  But, then I got to thinking about it.  You know, I don't really just want to accidentally leak his fragrant loving aroma.  No, I want to SHINE!  Rather,  I want Him to shine so brightly that people don't see me, they only see Him.  

So, the other day we were traveling and God gave me a visual for them.  It was truly a moment that I am certain was just for us.  The sun was trying SO hard to peak from behind a cloud.  It just kept trying and trying and the kids were cheering it on.  I was driving, so I only snapped the before picture.  And honestly, I am sure a photo would not have done an after shot justice.  But, for one brief moment, the sun came out.  I am talking full on, 
 you couldn't even look at it any longer.  Then quickly it tucked back behind the clouds.  And it opened the most beautiful discussion and visual picture of how we want to be SHINING for Christ, not just leaking out a little at a time.  It was a precious picture that I know was meant just for my children and I. 

I love it when He does that...

Friday, January 13, 2012


I'm not really a blogger.  I am more of a poser.  I blog roughly twice a year.  I was considering starting a blog about the reasons I don't blog, but I probably wouldn't write very often.

Life is probably the biggest obstacle.  When life is happening, blogging is not.

Fear might be another obstacle.  I am all kinds of bravado and bull shnooky, but really I am afraid to put everything out there.  I'm not a fan of judgement and usually what I have to say is hard for me to type.  It's not that what I have to say is even for anyone other than myself.  It's just that someone might think it's advice they need to take or not take and then kaplooie!  You see, I have to look at the keyboard sometimes and with that enormous plank in my eye, that's really difficult.

Whatever the case, I am realizing that I am just a poser.  I have a passion for story-telling.  But, I don't necessarily have the craving to write.  Nor do I have the chops.  Let's face it, some people are writers.  I am more a chatter.

So, once or twice a year, I will pose.  And maybe, if I am feeling ambitious.  Then, maybe I will write.