Month: April 2015

We interrupt this unofficial bloggie break to request a vote from you!

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Hello all.

I obviously haven’t been writing much the past few weeks. I’ve been working extra hours at work on a big project and also co-directing a dinner theatre for the past two months. Now that our project is close to completion and the dinner theatre is over, life will hopefully get back to a sense of normalcy. Ha, who am I kidding, right!?

Anyway, I have a lot of thoughts to share, but until then, I’d like to ask you to please vote in the Secret13 writing contest.

I am a finalist and voting opened today and will go through Sunday, April 26th. You can vote once a day per IP address. My essay is titled Bigger Than Overwhelmtion.

Here is the link to cast your vote:

Thank you so much!


Resurrection weekend

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It was a beautiful Resurrection weekend. And not just because the weather was nice.

Friday night Pat and I were able to go on a long overdue date. We went to Fast and the Furious 7 and it was so good. I might have cried at the end. OK, I did cry.

Saturday we helped Pat’s niece and nephew move in the morning and then I had drama practice at 1:00. Pat continued to help them move and I took the kids home. We had some planting to do!

I saw on Facebook or Pinterest a cute idea. Have the kids plant jelly beans, and then before they get up plant suckers. I wanted to connect it with the Resurrection message and so we talked about what happens when we plant Jesus in our life.


I have no idea what we did Saturday night. I think I cleaned and Pat slept (he’s also been sick). Oh ya, we made a little progress on going through Grandma’s Barb’s things and got some of her furniture moved into the house.

Sunday morning I was up bright and early to get ready for church. And to plant suckers.

The kids (especially Angel) were a little suspicious of how the suckers got there.


I was a part of a drama at church and it was such a blessing to be able to share about God’s love. I’m not sure if they recorded the drama, but if so, I’ll post it when it’s available.

At church I was reminded of how cool my friend Christa is. 🙂


Grandma made an amazing lunch for us, Pat’s sister and our niece and nephews. It was then time for the Jesus Basket Scavenger Hunt.

Mom would have been proud that we did a scavenger hunt. She would not have been proud of how lame my clues were. Oh well, it was last minute and the kids thought it was fun.




I convinced the fam to take some pictures, although the sun wasn’t quite in the right spot.

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This was my view as I walked to church Sunday morning.

The sun had risen. And so had the Son. I’m so thankful.



An overwhelmtion announcement

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The kids, my sister and I went to the Chris Tomlin concert last Sunday night. Danelle had called a few days prior and said, “I’m coming down and we’re going to Chris Tomlin!” Woo hoo!

It was a great night. We also love 10th Avenue North and Rend Collective. It was awesome. It was especially awesome to worship with my daughter and sister. (Caleb said it was too loud.)




The most awesome part of the night was when God started poking me saying, “Did you hear that Missy?”

Chris Tomlin was singing the song I Will Rise.

I’ve heard this song a million times.

And even though I believe every word of the song, since Mom and Dad died, it’s made me a little sad.

We were singing it on Sunday night …

There’s a peace I’ve come to know
Though my heart and flesh may fail
There’s an anchor for my soul
I can say, “It is well”
Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed

Wait, what!?

The grave is overwhelmed.

The grave is OVERWHELMED!


Oh. My. Word.

Every time I’ve sung this song, I have never registered the words, “The grave is overwhelmed.”

Sure, I know it. I believe it. My hope is in it.

But this time, God spoke the words to my heart. To me, the overwhelmtion queen.

Missy! The grave is overwhelmed! Yes, you may experience overwhelmtion in this life. But it is temporary! I have overcome the grave. It is overwhelmed through the blood of Jesus.

And for the first time since penning the word overwhelmtion, I really, truly realized that I don’t have to be overwhelmed.

Yes, I probably will be. This world is hard, there is pain and sorrow and a lot of overwhelmtion.

But what does God say to that?

Take heart, for I have overcome the world! (John 16:33)

So take heart today, you of overwhelmed hearts.

The victory is won
He is risen from the dead

May God be blessed this Resurrection weekend, and may you be filled with His overwhelming love,


Where does my help come from?

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I’ve been thinking a lot about help lately. As in, where does my help come from?

It could be because I love For King and Country’s song Shoulders. The first part of the song is from Psalm 121:1-2:

I lift my eyes to the mountains – where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.


And so I’ve been asking myself – where does my help come from?

It has come from my own self – from my abilities, my passions, my talents. Even while I’ve had good intentions of using these for God’s glory, I have often relied too heavily on them to help me. To help me feel worthy, capable and successful.

It has come from other people – my husband, my parents, being a mom. I’ve slowly learned that while my husband is the first person I turn to, he alone cannot supply all the help I need. God saw fit to take my parents home to Him. And after many years of infertility, and now having kids, I realize daily that being a mom does not provide the help I need. Being a mom is wonderful and amazing, but it does not fulfil my needs.

It has come from addictions – for me it was spending money and smoking. They were easy to turn to – always there when I needed help. When I felt like I couldn’t cope or when my lack of control was too much for me to handle.

Where does your help come from?

I think this verse is saying that we often look to other things for help. The Psalmist looked to the mountains. The beauty and grandeur and majesty of the mountains. But he knew that his help didn’t come from the mountains. And we can replace the word “mountains” with any other word, any other thing that we seek to provide the help we need.

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The list goes on and on. Many of the things on our help list aren’t necessarily bad – such as friends or pastors. However, when we rely on anything other than the Lord to provide the help we need, we are missing the mark. We miss out on the peace and joy – despite the circumstances surrounding us – that only God can provide.

I encourage you to listen to the words of this song. I encourage you to open your bible to this scripture and ask God – what are my “mountains”?

Help me Jesus to know and believe the promise of your help. Let me not look to anything else besides you when I need help.


When confusion’s my companion
And despair holds me for ransom
I will feel no fear
I know that You are near

When I’m caught deep in the valley
With chaos for my company
I’ll find my comfort here
‘Cause I know that You are near

My help comes from You
You’re right here, pulling me through
You carry my weakness, my sickness, my brokenness all on Your shoulders
Your shoulders
My help comes from You
You are my rest, my rescue
I don’t have to see to believe that You’re lifting me up on Your shoulders
Your shoulders

You mend what once was shattered
And You turn my tears to laughter
Your forgiveness is my fortress
Oh Your mercy is relentless