What Love Sounds Like

Wednesday, May 14, 2025

 As the school year wraps up and the weather turns warm, Bella and I have been having a few minutes together on the porch each morning. This isn't due to any stellar schedule I've created. Rather it's my love for the first cup of coffee outside and her love for mornings. She usually comes downstairs dressed and ready for the day. Bring on the world, here comes Bella.

She has her little routine out here and I have mine. With May being the way that May is and all, lately I've sat out here and gone through my mental to do list each day. You might have heard, but May is a little busy. The other day I found myself whispering a quick prayer before we left for the day, "God just let me see your love in some small tangible way today." Off we went.

When I came back home after drop off, I had a little bit more time to sit with the Lord. I flipped open Bellas little prayer journal and found this. 



Sometimes He whispers, other times He shouts. And sometimes he speaks through a pink marker of a second grader.

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My reading plan took me to Luke 24 which happens to be one of my favorites. There's so much you can unpack in that chapter but what stuck out to me most that day was that even after Jesus had came and fulfilled his mission He could have checked his box and went on up to Heaven but He didn't stop there. The same love that compelled Him to go to the cross and die for the sins of the whole world, lay in a tomb for three days and rise the third morning kept reaching and teaching after He got up. 

Luke 24:15 says that while they (Emmaus Disciples) were discussing and arguing, Jesus himself came near and began to walk along with them. We know that the story doesn't end there either. He walked along that road and into rooms without going through the door and into hearts and lives awakening and reaffirming the faith that they would need to believe. He held out nail scarred hands and broke bread with them and in doing so opened their eyes to see his never ending, never stop reaching for you love. 

Sometimes He whispered and sometimes he walked through closed doors and sat at tables all because He loved us. And in his infinite love that's always teaching, always reaching, He's still coming near to us even today.

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One thing Im really loving about parenting teens is their dry sense of humor. We all know that it's not easy being a teen and it's also not easy parenting one sometimes. But a little sense of humor can go a long way. My mothers day gift was a perfect example. They brought me some beautiful pink and red roses. I oohed and aaahed and put them delicately in a vase. Then I read their card and bent over laughing. One who shall remain nameless had written, "Mom, you're pretty mediocre on a good day but since I'm awesome I still love you! Can't wait for the beach!

Sometimes love whispers, sometimes it shouts and at other times it speaks through the joke of a teenager. 

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As Luke 24 continues it just get's more beautiful as Jesus says things like, "Peace to you! Why are you troubled? Touch me and see." He knew they would struggle. He knew that we would too. But rather than condemning them he just kept showing up and showing off his love through proof of his nail scarred hands and ability to appear and then ascend straight up into Heaven.

We may not be hardly to heaven just yet but I think if we just keep showing up and letting our kids know how much we love them and then more than that how much HE loves them, we'll have more than done our job. 

At the end of my days it won't matter if my chores get done, if I ever learn to cook well or if my sheets actually get washed this week. But if I don't let my people know they're loved?! If I don't sit with them on porches, laugh at their jokes, see Jesus with them through breaking bread at the dinner table-(who am I kidding about that one it's more like standing around the kitchen island most evenings) then what have I done?!

If I speak human or angelic tongues but do not have love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 1 Corinthians 13:1

~ Lord, whether or not I whisper or shout let me not sound like brass or a cymbal, but full of true worship from a heart of love that only comes from You. Let your love be spoken here.

Amen.

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Covered

Thursday, April 17, 2025

 When I was growing up I remember my mom always loving the spring. The longer the days grew, the more she couldn't wait to plant all the flowers and tend to anything outside. I didn't much share her love for spring. It had to be about 87 before I came alive outdoors. And even at that I didn't have the healthiest hobbies like tending flowers. Mine involved way too much of a decision I would later regret called baby oil aka tanning lotion circa 1992.

But the older I've gotten the more my perspective has shifted. On spring and burning myself to look like a lobster. We came home from spring break a few weeks ago and as we headed up the driveway all I could think about is if my hydrangea bushes planted last year had any buds or signs of life at all on them. I have now become my mother. 

I'm sure you can sense my joy the last three weeks or so as I've walked alongside those bushes some of which are now covered in green and basically marveled at all that they will become over the next few weeks and months. I might have the bloom covered driveway I've always wanted this summer. Just maybe. 

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This morning Bella came bouncing downstairs all ready for school and the first thing out of her mouth on this Wednesday of Holy Week was, "How do you know for sure if you're name is in the Lambs book of life?" I just looked at her for a moment and kind of prayed real quick for the wisdom to answer her well. 

This is where I need to add that this question did not stem from any stellar parenting done by me. I credit her curiosity to a teacher this year who makes the Bible come ALIVE. Her heart is so tender and she's at an age where she soaks it all in and then some.

I stumbled over my words I'm sure but I did my best to explain to her that we know for sure our name is there when we can go back to the time that we believed in Jesus, repented and asked Him to be the Lord of our lives and to live in us forever. I remember a few years ago when Bella was curious and started asking all of the questions about salvation. And I remember the day vividly when she bounced into our bedroom early (she's always been an early riser) and said "Well, today's the day. I'm ready to be saved today!" She gave her little heart to the Lord right then and there. 

Bellas a kid with a lot of joy most of the time. She feels things deeply and I can tell her emotions are going to be something to work through as she grows. Welcome to the female population Bella :) I want her to remember that when the enemy tries to sneak doubt into her young mind the best thing to combat that with is the truth of God's word and the truth of what He has already done in her life. Truth is more important than anything anyone will ever feel.

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I don't think it was ironic that my bible reading this morning had me in Exodus chapter 12. I was reading about the Israelites instructions for Passover about the time that Bella had came downstairs and announced her question. Verse 13 says, "The blood on the houses where you are staying will be a distinguishing mark for you; when I see the blood I will pass over you. No plague will be among you to destroy you when I strike the land of Egypt."

The children of Israel were covered by the sacrifice and spoken for by the blood on their doorposts. 

And if you and I have given our lives to Christ we are indeed spoken for and covered for our transgressions still to this day. 

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I don't know what suits your fancy as far as tangible reminders go, but my prayer for you today is that you too will see all the ways in which you are indeed covered by the blood of the lamb. If your name is not in the book of life then don't wait, let today be the day of salvation! But if it is, then I hope this beautiful spring season and the blooms that are causing so many allergy flare ups and a thin film of green to be everywhere will serve as a reminder to you that you are indeed covered too.

You are covered and cared for by the one who created those flowers and all things spring in the first place. And if he cares enough to clothe them in his splendor, then how much more does He love and care for you too?!

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It's All Going To Be OK

Tuesday, February 4, 2025

 This morning we pulled out of the driveway only a few minutes late and were doing what I thought was fairly well for the morning. Then, I remembered that shoes are essential and hadn't seen my little one wearing any when she jumped in the van.

"Bella are you wearing shoes?" I asked because we have gotten all the way to school once in recent months with this same thing happening. "No," she responded and I could tell she was a little embarrassed. We all need a lot of grace some days (or every day) so I didn't fuss about it and we went back and got the shoes.

After I dropped her off one of my sweet older ones and I had an unfortunate exchange right before she headed out of the van and off for school. Because I didn't want to hold up the line I drove away sad. That wasn't the note I wanted to leave her on. 

And as I drove away I passed my son, already at school because he leaves super early most days to work out before heading to class. I'm so proud of his independence but I miss him. We're both morning people and him whistling around the house as I drink my coffee has already been replaced by his presence elsewhere.

The morning continued to tumble but for the sake of keeping a few things concealed I found myself in the gym bathroom waving my white flag and asking God for help. I should add that I don't love the gym. But I've heard it's good for my mind and maybe a few other things so I make an effort a few times a week to go. 

And for me and God, it doesn't matter if I'm in the gym bathroom, my blue mini van or sitting here at home- I'm pretty good these days at asking-if not begging-for help. And that's how I found myself walking uphill at an incline of 7 this morning and a speed of 3.4 speaking encouragement back to my soul.

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Earlier this week I listened to Jackie Hill Perry's message from Passion about Hope and man. Did it ever hit home. She spoke about life circumstances and challenges that we face and how we must cling to the Hope of our Savior to make it through. 

I find myself often these days talking to other mom's who are also trying to raise our families well and one common theme is the mental weight of raising teens rather than the physical energy it took to rear younger children.  It's not that it doesn't take physical energy now-it very much does. There's still carpools, laundry and I very much have a sweet second grader who likes to do all of the things. So I better be physically ready too.

But the independence of the teens leads the challenges to be more of a mental weight where they're concerned. It's not that they're bad kids, they're in fact really, really precious and good kids. I couldn't be more proud of them if I tried.

But they drive now and that worries me a little. They have different dynamics in their own life that require prayer and that worries me too. I want them to follow Christ above all else. I want them to be a good friend. They're making choices right and left that will affect their futures and the questions-oh the questions about what is the best choice to make can leave your head spinning. 

Because of the ever increasing pace of life we help them work through one thing and the next day there's something else. Like laundry, it's never ending. I often wonder, did my mom have to think this much?! Did she question herself and wonder about us or did she even know what was going on at the Jackson County High School half the time?! Life was different then but I do know she worried and she also prayed. My mama prayed a lot.

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Yesterday I was leading a bible study at church and there was some ruckus next door. I didn't think much of it and it got loud enough that I leaned over and asked a friend what was going on next door. "Oh that's indoor recess for the preschool," she said. My heart melted. 

I walked out into the hall a little later and there went about twenty little four year olds following their teacher back to class. "Miss Susun!" One of them yelled up to her teacher. "Jackson just skipped line and traded places with Anna Beth. He shouldn't have done that!" 

I stopped dead in my tracks for a minute and it seems a little silly now but it warmed my heart and my eyes filled with tears. 

Oh I sometimes miss the days when I had a little blonde head and a brown one fighting for their spot in line! I miss packing those little Superhero and Barbie lunchboxes although I dreaded it at the time. There is nothing like the innocence of a child. 

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Here's the thing. I really do enjoy my teenagers and my little eight year old caboose. I enjoy Tim and I'm so thankful for where we're at as a family. But that doesn't diminish the fact that the weight of them getting older and my responsibility to teach and lead them well through really good days and hard days is here and now. And so often I do not know the right thing to say or do and I have to pray and ask God for wisdom that I don't have. That is the thing that I find myself asking for more often than anything else as of late.

I have found that you can love your family so much that it hurts and in the same breath you can also worry about them and then you can pray. You can be so physically exhausted that you set a ten minute timer for a quick nap (not that I've done that every day for the past week) and you can also ask God to give you energy for the next few hours. You can be mentally spent and at the same time ask Him to lead you and hear His voice telling you this is the way, walk in it. 

He is good. He is faithful. He provides.

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There was one line of Jackies message that I've thought about so much these past few days and it's worth repeating here. She was speaking of her own message and struggles and she said it's all going to be ok. He rose from the grave....it's going to be ok.

And it seems so simple but that's enough to encourage the heck out of me for this season that we're in. Sometimes life seems overwhelming but you know what? It's gonna be ok. It's all going to be OK!

Christianity is set apart from every other world religion because we have a risen Savior who got out of a grave. And that therefore is where we place our hope.

Even when it seems like everything is falling apart, it can't fall beyond what He can redeem. 

So I'm just here to remind you that this week when it seems that you're heavy with the weight of life on your shoulders, remember to look up to the One who lived, died and rose again to give us victory. 

That is where your strength will come from. 

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NYC Elevators and a Faithful God

Wednesday, December 11, 2024

Sometimes I feel so torn by this digital age that we're living in. I love the convenience, the easy access to everything and the pretty pictures. All of the pretty pictures...timehop can have me in a puddle of tears over how fast my babies have grown and I can catch up on our out of town families beautiful weekend shenanigans all in one sitting. 

While there is something to be said about capturing the good and putting it out there to preserve for our own memories and also for the world to see, I do think it can be a bit misleading at times. There's a fine balance of capturing the good while also remaining authentic.

I desire to do both, but it's hard sometimes.

This past weekend when I took my sweet mama and my girls to NYC and documented my memories, I kind of thought it might be a good time to take the time to go a little deeper than the pictures. I always desire to encourage others that even though those live shots to beautiful melodies might make everything seem beautiful and easy and whimsical and fun-sometimes there's a little more to the story. And it's so worth telling because that's where the good stuff is found.

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Many, many years ago when I struggled with anxiety at my worst I had this lingering sense of wanting to get out. I would wake up panicking in the night and have to go out on the porch and look up at the stars. I would go into work (night shift at a hospital) and as the walls felt like they were closing in if I could just get a minute of fresh air outside, I could make it through the night. It was a dark season but God was faithful.

I now know that there's actually a lot of science behind what God was teaching me about His creation, what I was feeling and how to cope. It's been a beautiful process as I've grown and hopefully helped others along the way over the years. I'm happy to say that MOST of the time now, I go about my days and do not live in fear or panic. Im pretty intentional about consistently doing the things that keep me close to God and therefore a lot calmer on a daily basis. 

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So in the middle of a big beautiful bustling city along with 982,837,894,346 (I kid) (sort of) other people....I found myself STUCK in a stinking elevator on Saturday. If you're thinking, "Oh I bet she wanted out" you'd be right.

And I don't like to admit this, but I panicked. There wasn't much I could actually do but I did stand there and cry. My girls were mostly fine, mama was fine, eight other strangers were fine....it was just me. I wanted OUT like nobody's business and as you know stuck in an elevator is kind of confining. Nobody was going anywhere. I do remember at one point reaching into my purse, pulling out a few chewable  supplements which are totally natural but to the strangers in the elevator might have looked like I was popping some sort of CBD. I didn't care. 

Thankfully one sweet man who was also a little unwell over the situation asked me if I wanted to pray. I did and within a minute of praying out loud the powers that be were able to open the door and get us out of there. Imagine that. God is faithful.

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Now here's where it gets a little tricky because I would love for that to be the end of it. And in a large part, it was. We went on about our day, went to dinner and a show, had a blast an mostly forgot about said incident. 

It wasn't until about 3 am. in that hotel room when everyone else was fast asleep that the enemy came in like a flood and that feeling of needing out settled on me and had me thinking that getting out of that room, out of that hotel and down onto the street for a minute was what I needed to feel relief. It would be funny if it wasn't so true. Sometimes the lies that the enemy tells us when we aren't operating with the mind of Christ just aren't even halfway logical. 

Thankfully though even though it had been many years since I had anything like this happen-it wasn't my first rodeo either. I sent Tim a text in the middle of the night and asked him to pray for me. He immediately answered and told me to go read Psalm 46. I did and it calmed me. Then I read it again. He told me to play Shane and Shanes versions of singing Psalm 46 and 42 until I felt better. He was right. It works every time. HE works. His WORD works. God is faithful.

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I was recalling some of the less than beautiful details of this incident to a friend yesterday and we were laughing hysterically. The hard parts of life are so much more bearable if you can laugh at yourself....God designed us to be curious, to ask questions, to laugh and enjoy life. He is continually drawing us into relationship with Him and I will proclaim this until the day I go home to heaven....I wouldn't have the blessing of knowing Him like I do without this stinking thorn in the flesh. So therefore it is worth it. Knowing Him is so worth anything it takes to find that when everything falls apart you are really and truly held together only by Him. 

I so hope that when someone sees my life in snippets of squares on Instagram that they see there is a God that holds me together. He holds all of us together and has us carefully tended to in the palm of His hand. We are going to be ok. Life won't always be easy and as a matter of fact some hard days turn into hard seasons which turn into hard years. That's the gospel life. It will ultimately be redeemed in Heaven but we have no guarantee that it won't sometimes be hard here. The enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy but Jesus came to give us abundant life (John 10:10). 

The older that I get the more that I'm finding that abundant life is found not in everything always being perfect, but just finding Him in the midst of it. 

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I share this with the desire that you remember that no ones life is perfect no matter how beautiful or aesthetically pleasing it looks on the Gram. And even if your struggle looks different than mine, don't you dare for a minute let the enemy stop you from living the life that our God intended. It won't always be easy, but it is so worth it to persevere! 

Go and live your life without fear as you trust in Him. Repeat that phrase to yourself and sing the Psalms over yourself as often as needed. God is faithful!


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