Day 31: Thirty-One Day Challenge….Done!

This post is one in a series of posts called “Glimpses of God” which I am writing as part of the Write31Days blog challenge. You can find the other posts here: 31 Glimpses of God Blog Challenge (#write31days)

In him was life, and the life was the light of men.

Thirty-one days of purposefully seeking glimpses of God’s glory in my everyday life. Thirty-one posts in a row about said glimpses. Thirty-one days of searching, seeking, praying, reading and writing. Was it worth it? It was so worth it!!!

As I sit here thinking back over the last month, I am humbled and astounded over the precious glimpses I have received from my Savior. When I started this adventure I was terrified that I would have days when I stared at the white space of my computer with nothing to write about. I was so wrong.

However, not every glimpse was what I thought it would be. Not every glimpse was what I would have chosen. Yet every glimpse was perfect and good and beautiful. (Even the ones seen while fighting a stomach bug!)

Confession: I totally thought that God called me to do this challenge so that He would have this marvelous platform on which to announce that my book will be published. Well, that didn’t happen. But you know what? I’m ok with that. While I do hope to be able to shout that news from this blog someday, I have realized that seeing glimpses of God is not always in the big flashy moments. In fact, He seems to reveal Himself much more in the quiet private moments – those moments when it is just Heavenly Father and beloved child. Most of my glimpses came during my quiet time or as a direct result.

This past month I have felt as though my eyes have been opened to a new and wonderful reality. The reality of light shining in the darkness; of hope breaking through despair; of beauty springing up from brokenness. God is present. God is active. God is with us. And He delights in revealing Himself to His children.

I pray that God’s children will cry out to Him; asking Him to reveal His glory to us and through us. I long for the Church to return to her first love; to delight in Jesus more than any other person or thing. I pray that the Word of God will penetrate our hearts, pierce our souls and transform us so that we can shine brightly for the King.

Thanks for sticking with me through this 31 Day Challenge.

In Him and for His glory,

Day 30: Sometimes You Gotta Look Hard

This post is one in a series of posts called “Glimpses of God” which I am writing as part of the Write31Days blog challenge. You can find the other posts here: 31 Glimpses of God Blog Challenge (#write31days)

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Since I have been posting the day after my “glimpse,” I still have one more day to go; unlike so many others in this challenge who are basking the glow of completion.

I have to admit that it was really hard to see a glimpse of God’s glory yesterday. Why? Because of the dreaded stomach bug! Stomach pain is my kryptonite. It brings everything in my life to a abrupt stop.

So on a day when I thought I would get to write about a miraculous glimpse or tell you about some great insight God had given me, I am instead writing about seeing God even in the midst of a stomach bug. I cannot lie; it is not easy to see much of anything other than the pain and frustration of an unwelcome virus. But that’s life right? One minute you are skipping along happily doing your thing, then BAM something happens and your normal life comes to a stop. Sometimes it is something much bigger and longer lasting than a stomach bug.

So what do we do when circumstances create blinders for us?

  1. We look backwards: We recall how God has shown Himself in the past. We remember the glimpses He has already revealed to us.
  2. We look to His Word: We will always find a glimpse from God when we go to the very Book He had written for us. We pray that He will speak to us or show us a new word through our Bible reading.
  3. We look to others for help: This is a hard one for me. I don’t like asking for help. But sometimes you just have to. It may be that you need a friend to pray for you. Maybe you need someone to bring you something. Or maybe you need to simply see how God is revealing Himself to someone else.

So today I sit here in the middle of a stomach bug, not looking pretty and definitely not feeling pretty. And while my glimpse of God’s glory was definitely not what I would have asked for, it is what He chose to allow. So today I look back over my other posts and thank God for being willing to reveal Himself to me in so many ways this month. I look to His Word and am encouraged by the life saving words of truth which greet me there. I accept help from my family and smile at God’s provision in their lives.

It’s been quite a ride! Thank you so much for joining me. I’ll recap tomorrow and then you will get a break from me for awhile 😉

(By the way if you want to be the scariest person in the room this Halloween, just say you have the stomach bug! No other costume needed. People will run screaming from you!)

Day 29: A Prayer that Could Change Everything

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The voice of the LORD is over the waters; the God of glory thunders

Yesterday God provided several glimpses of Himself at work in my life. What continues to blow me away is that He doesn’t have to! He owes me nothing. I deserve nothing. But yet in His great love and grace, He chooses to let me see these precious breath-taking glimpses of His majestic glory in the middle of my everyday tasks.

I could write for hours and still not be able to fully describe how God touched my heart yesterday. He revealed deep hidden truths to me, feelings I had buried deep down, but that needed to be dealt with. He provided a miraculous answer to prayer. He made it clear that He is in control of my book and its future.

But the glimpse I want to highlight today is something that I believe will help you see more of God’s presence in your life too. If you desire to become more aware of God’s extraordinary glory in the midst of your ordinary days, I urge you to start with your prayer life. Since attending a prayer workshop at my church, I have begun praying the Scriptures. You guys, this is a spiritual game changer! Praying like this is changing everything for me. And praying like this yesterday brought me to my knees in worship. The way God spoke to me through His Word left me breathless and forever changed.

Praying through the Scriptures, specifically the Psalms, goes like this:

  1. Choose a Psalm
  2. Read the first verse (ex: “The Lord is my Shepherd…)
  3. Use that verse to prompt your prayer (ex: God, I ask you to be my Shepherd today. I need you to guide me and lead me as I make this important decision. Lead my family. Keep our eyes fixed on you. Help us to trust you….)
  4. Continue reading one or two verses at a time and using those verses to prompt your prayer.

I did this yesterday with the 29th Psalm.

I have had a little bit of interest in my book; however, there is absolutely no guarantee that this will go anywhere. In fact, I feared yesterday that it may be over before it really even began. I was chanting: Your horse, Your story, Your girl all day, but fear and anxiety were beginning to creep in and set up house.

Knowing that God was the only One to evict them, I went to His Word. I decided to pray the Psalm that corresponded with the date. Guess what that Psalm is about. It is all about the eternal glory of the powerful Almighty God. As I prayed that Psalm my heart was stilled and the interlopers were removed from my mind.

The voice of the LORD is over the waters; the God of glory thunders….The voice of the LORD is powerful; the voice of the LORD is majestic….the LORD sits enthroned as King forever.

Try praying with prompts like that and still holding onto fear! God is in complete control. He created everything. Everything! The horse, the people in my story, the people reviewing my story, me…He created it all and so who better to control the outcome of whether or not this story is published? Nothing is too hard for God. And if He is more glorified through my book not being published, then that is His right as well. He is my King and He deserves my praise no matter what my circumstances or outcomes.

I sat there praying this Psalm becoming more and more encouraged. Then before reading the last verse, I prayed something like this:

“God, you are my King and I worship you. But Lord I need strength right now. Please give me the strength to glorify You no matter what happens with my book, and please fill me with Your peace so that I can rest in Your will.”

Then I read the last verse:

“The LORD gives strength to His people; the LORD blesses His people with peace.” Psalm 29:11

Um…wow! I could only hold my Bible and allow tears of gratitude to streak down my face.

God’s got this. All of it.

So my friend if you are looking for a fresh word from God; if you are desperate to see a glimpse of His glory – grab your Bible, find a quiet place and spend some time praying His Word. There is nothing better you could do today.

And if you would like to learn more about this prayer method, I have included a link to the prayer workshop I referenced. The workshop was put on by Don Whitney. All three sessions are wonderful, but if you only have a limited time I would watch the second session where he does a step by step how-to demonstration.

See you tomorrow,

Day 28: Extraordinary in the Ordinary

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My tagline for this blog is “seeking glimpses of His Glory in my mundane.” Yesterday was one of those mundane kind of days, which was actually a blessing. The past week and a half has been filled with extreme highs and lows so a day of mundane normalcy was like a breath of fresh air.

I laid in bed last night processing the day and asking God to reveal to me what I should write about today. I found myself repeating the phrase, “it was just a normal day.” But that’s when I realized that my glimpse of His glory was in that normalcy.

I have been praying for a day to catch my breath, a day to get caught up on lesson writing and regular to-do’s. God provided that yesterday.

My day seemed mundane at first, yet how can I call a day spent in the presence of my Creator and King mundane??? As I reflect back on my day I realize that:

I was able to spend focused time in the Word of God during my personal devotions.

I was blessed to be able to write a children’s lesson from the Book of Jude (translating that to elementary kids was nothing short of a miracle!)

I sat at my table surrounded by three different versions of the Bible, while also using a fourth electronic version as I typed on my laptop. How many people around the world long to have just one Bible that they can hold in their arms without fear of losing their life???

I picked my kids up from school and they actually talked to me about their day!

And we spent time with our church family that night at Chick-Fil-A (translation: I didn’t have to cook and I could feel good about that because it was a church thing 😉 )

So my ordinary mundane day was a gift from my Savior, filled with His Presence and overflowing with abundant blessings which actually made it pretty extraordinary!

See you tomorrow,

Day 27: The Power of Silence

This post is one in a series of posts called “Glimpses of God” which I am writing as part of the Write31Days blog challenge. You can find the other posts here: 31 Glimpses of God Blog Challenge (#write31days)

Blessed are are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.Matthew 5-4

Yesterday’s glimpse came in the form of God’s provision. I had no idea what my morning would involve, but God did. While circumstances took me by surprise, nothing catches our Savior by surprise. He had gone before me, He was standing with me, and I believe that He allowed me to be caught off guard so that I would fully rely on Him instead of my own imagined ability.

I was faced with a delicate situation in which I had no idea what to do. Words failed, I could not rely on precedence, and the stakes were very high. While technically I have experience with similar situations, this felt unfamiliar and frightening. I cried out to the Lord for help and wisdom. I only had time to plead with Him to allow me to be His arms, His smile, and His heart.

God provided. Yet His provision was not in words of wisdom. It was not in supernaturally healing what was broken. Instead it was in the gift of being able to simply listen to another. My flesh wanted to speak words of life to a hurting soul. Yet the Spirit led me to simply listen.

A fully engaged listening ear has great power. At times I believe a caring listening ear can be far more powerful than the correct words. When someone is hurting, especially when someone has experienced a devastating loss, often the best gift we can give is to listen to them. Let them tell their story.

I was privileged to work as a grief counselor for a few years before becoming a mommy, and I remember well the power of getting someone to tell their story of loss.

Most of my job involved helping the one left behind tell their story. Whether they wrote it, spoke it, yelled it or whispered it, being able to get the story from heart, to head, to mouth was often the largest part of the healing process.

When our world is turned upside down we must process that outside of ourselves. And it is a gift to allow someone to process their pain by creating a safe, loving and nonjudgemental environment.

There is a time to speak, to encourage, to gently challenge false beliefs, but there is also a time to be quiet and still and simply be with a person.

Silence is awkward at first, but silence in love communicates, “I respect you. I am here for you whenever you need me. I will not run from your pain.”

Grief is messy, grief is raw, grief is hard. Loving someone who is in the middle of gut-wrenching grief requires the wisdom of the Holy Spirit to lead you when to speak and when to remain silent.

Silence does not mean not speaking of the loss. Usually, not acknowledging someone’s loss is very painful to them.

Being silent with someone means sitting with them without feeling obliged to say something. It means listening more than speaking. It means being content to just sit with them until they are ready to talk.

As God’s children let’s not be afraid of silence. Let’s not be afraid of each other’s pain. God has created us to be in relationship with Him and with each other. He will provide what we need, when we need it, even if that means providing comfort with silence.

I phrase I remember well from my days of grief counseling was:

When grieving you have an increased need to be understood, but a decreased ability to be understanding.

The hurting wounded souls around us need us to be understanding with them. They need us to be willing to listen instead of trying to fix. They need us to hear them, and to be present with them in their pain.

The time will come when God will give us words to say, but as we wait for His words let’s pray for the strength to sit in silence and extend the love of Jesus to those in pain.

God provided for His children yesterday in a beautiful way. He revealed a glimpse of His glory in the midst of brokenness and pain. Who can do that apart from the Lord? He is magnificent!

See you tomorrow,

Day 26: Rest

This post is one in a series of posts called “Glimpses of God” which I am writing as part of the Write31Days blog challenge. You can find the other posts here: 31 Glimpses of God Blog Challenge (#write31days)

He leads me beside still waters

Sometimes you just have to rest. More importantly, you have to give yourself permission to rest. I didn’t use to have a problem with that. Resting was my pastime, almost like a hobby. I had perfected the art of napping and downtime. But two kids later, various ministry responsibilities, and an attempt at a writing career and my good ol’ days of non-guilt inducing rest have become a distant memory.

Sunday was technically supposed to be a day of rest; however, we had a full day packed: church, teaching Sunday school, a roast in the crock pot, homework projects to help with and helping my husband install a huge bookcase he made for his office building. I found myself begin to stress out: how am I going to get it all done? There are lunches to pack, a lesson to write, when was the last time I paid bills? Do I even have food to put in the lunches I have yet to pack? The house was clean like 10 minutes ago…what happened????

I felt the buzz of never being able to do it all, begin to build. Yet, away we went to help install a bookcase (not just any bookcase mind you. this thing is a piece of art!) We stayed much later than anticipated, but this was so important to my husband that we couldn’t not be there. It’s his first piece he made for someone other than family.

Amazingly, we got most of our to-do items done that day, but the idea of waking up early to hit the ground running again on Monday sounded overwhelming to me. I prayed,

“God, thank you for providing the strength for today, but I don’t think I can keep up this pace much longer. It’s been a really busy and intense couple of days.”


I didn’t hear the word so much as felt it in my soul. I started to protest: school, my to-do list, lots to do…..


I started thinking. What’s so bad about a tardy if the alternative is zombie children at school? Is my to-do list really going to suffer terribly if I get a little later start? No!

So we turned off our alarms and we slept in a little. And it was……wonderful!

I know that we can’t always do that, but when the opportunity arises and you feel the Lord tell you to rest, listen to Him. Jesus often went off by Himself to a quiet place. He also seemed found of taking naps while in a boat on stormy seas 😉

We were created with a need for rest and that is nothing to feel guilty about. When God leads us to a beautiful green pasture and provides a moment of still waters, let’s not feel guilty – let’s feel grateful as we rest in His arms.

See you tomorrow,


Oh and just in case you want to see the awesome bookcase my talented husband built:

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Isn’t he crazy talented???

Day 24: What Real Worship Looks Like

This post is one in a series of posts called “Glimpses of God” which I am writing as part of the Write31Days blog challenge. You can find the other posts here: 31 Glimpses of God Blog Challenge (#write31days)

Yesterday’s glimpse of God’s glory arrived in the shape of a nine year old boy. This boy has a precious heart for Jesus and for his friends. He is such a sweetheart; always helping out in Sunday school, anxious to answer questions and possessing a meek heart that surely makes his Savior smile. This boy also wears a cochlear implant which allows him to hear what he otherwise could not.

Watching this boy during music time yesterday was like watching God Himself smile. This tenderhearted little boy worshipped His Lord unashamedly and from deep within his soul. While he joyfully sang along to every song, it was the last one which took my breath away. The music leader had told the kids they could sit down for our last song, “Whom Shall I Fear” (aka “God of Angel Armies”). The kids all sat down as the music began to play:

“You hear me when I call
You are my morning song
Though darkness fills the night
It cannot hide the light

Whom shall I fear

You crush the enemy
Underneath my feet
You are my sword and shield
Though troubles linger still

Whom shall I fear?”

At this point in the song, with all the other children still sitting, this boy stood up and began to sing with abandon. He gently swayed to the music; his arms slightly lifted and his eyes closed. He was obliviously to all around him. This little one stood proudly before his King, worshipping for his audience of one.

Other children noticed him, but not one snickered or made fun. Instead, they slowly began to stand and join him. Not all, but several other children stood up and began to sing out, eyes closed, arms just barely lifted.

“I know who goes before me
I know who stands behind

The God of angel armies
Is always by my side

The one who reigns forever
He is a friend of mine

The God of angel armies
Is always by my side

My strength is in your name
For you alone can save
You will deliver me
Yours is the victory

Whom shall I fear?”

This boy lead worship yesterday. Not from up in front of the classroom, not in a traditional way. But simply from a heart that was genuinely worshipping Jesus. I wondered as I watched him if he could feel the music more because of his hearing challenges. Does he not take music for granted as much as others because he knows what it is to not hear?

Possibly. But watching him sing and then hearing his heart later that morning as he shared with our class as we were talking about being on God’s team – that whether or not you make a sports team doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you try your best and do it for Jesus. And that Jesus’ team is big enough for everyone and it’s the best most important team ever – I believe he was just praising the God of angel armies and so engrossed in worship that others wanted to experience what he was experiencing.

What a beautiful and inspiring glimpse of God’s majestic glory! What have we to fear today with the God of angel armies on our side?

See you tomorrow,


Day 24: Fun on the Farm

This post is one in a series of posts called “Glimpses of God” which I am writing as part of the Write31Days blog challenge. You can find the other posts here: 31 Glimpses of God Blog Challenge (#write31days)

Yesterday was full of glimpses of God’s glory throughout His creation. A beautiful fall day, leaves at the peak of their color, and my family spending the day at our favorite farm, all made for a glorious day of seeing God’s hand everywhere. Today’s post is a photo journal of our sweet day.


My girl on the hay ride to the “back-forty”


We started going to this farm when this almost teenager was not quite 2 years old!


I just love that they love each other (most of the time)


Being silly on the tractor


I could not handle the cuteness! Oh my word you guys, that baby pony was adorable!!!


Jumping for joy!


He does this every year! Stuffs himself full of dried corn kernels. Look at that face! I love that he still has so much little boy in him.


Monkey see monkey do 🙂


My girl sprung a little leak 😉


We so wanted to take this little guy home with us. You know ’cause everyone needs a goat right!


Saying goodbye to the goat she name “Oreo”

It was a wonderful day full of memories that will last a lifetime. I am so thankful to have experienced the sights, sounds and textures of our Creator.

See you tomorrow,


Day 23: The Arms of Love

This post is one in a series of posts called “Glimpses of God” which I am writing as part of the Write31Days blog challenge. You can find the other posts here: 31 Glimpses of God Blog Challenge (#write31days)


Yesterday I saw a glimpse of God’s glory in the form of loving arms wrapped around a hurting little boy. This precious chubby cheeked little one has had his world turned upside down. His not quite three year old life has been rocked by the sudden and completely unexpected death of his mommy. People had gathered to say goodbye to a life ended far too early. Adults hugged each other, shed tears together and gathered in a worship center to celebrate her life. However, down the hall her little boy was crying. He doesn’t understand. How could he? How can any of us really?

I went in search of this little one that I am privileged to teach in preschool Bible study. His daddy was concerned that he did not know the people taking care of him. “They are strangers to him,” he said to me with tears in his hurt-filled eyes, “will you check on him for me?”

Oh the feeling of being given a task when you don’t know what to do! I wanted to run down the hall to find this sweet little one. I envisioned picking him up and holding him throughout the time of the service. My arms ached to hold him, to hug him. My voice yearned to tell him he is greatly loved and cherished. My heart longed to reach out to him in some way.

I rounded the corner, ready to move into action, when I saw the object of my mission in the arms of another. His head on her shoulder, his little arms wrapped securely around her neck. This beautiful precious woman was comforting a little boy she didn’t know, but had been divinely appointed to hold that day. She had heard him crying and followed the Father’s prompting to walk into the nursery room where he and his younger sibling were being cared for during the service.

It wasn’t her job, it wasn’t her child, but she allowed herself to be the arms of Jesus to a little boy in desperate need of a comforting reassuring hug. His daddy had been worried about his son’s reaction to a stranger. Yet this stranger, this humble member of our church, was God’s chosen instrument of comfort for his little boy.

Selfishly, I wanted to take him into my arms. I wanted to feel his little arms around my neck. I wanted to comfort myself by comforting him. But that was not what he needed. He needed to feel in control for just a moment. He needed to choose what happened. And so when I offered to take him, and he gave a slight shake of his head, I patted his back, told him I loved him and Jesus loves him, and then I walked back into the room to mourn with the other adults. Walking away was so hard. But I was able to smile knowing that God had orchestrated that moment.

I couldn’t hold the little one, I couldn’t hug him, but I could allow him to feel a tiny bit of control in a time when he has so very little.

Although my arms did not hold him, I saw what it looks like when we are the arms of Jesus. I pray that we all will be sensitive to those moments when we can be the hands and feet of the Savior. There is so much pain and brokenness all around us. Oh, that we might extend our arms to each other and embrace one another with the love of Jesus.

This precious family is hurting. Their pain is deep and raw. Yet, God is with them. He is providing each breath they draw, and hiding them in the shadow of His wings. They are clinging to their Savior and He is holding fast to them.

May we hold each other a little tighter, as we trust Jesus to hold tightly to us.

See you tomorrow,


Day 22: True Power

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If you want to not only see a glimpse of God’s glory, but experience His Presence in such a way that it almost feels palpable, I encourage you to pray Scripture with a group of Christians. Last night I had the honor of sitting among a group of ten women and praying the 23rd Psalm over a hurting family. We would read a verse or two from the Psalm and then pray that portion of Scripture over that family. We asked God to shepherd them through this dark time, to lead their broken hearts to His still waters, to restore their souls, to let them know that He is with them as they walk through the valley of the shadow of death. We prayed for an hour, each one lifting this family as well as our church body before the throne of God.

It was beautiful and powerful. The love of God radiated from the faces of His precious daughters as we cried out to our Abba Father. The Spirit of God filled the room with a sense of comfort, peace and strength. The peace of God ruled our hearts as we were quieted in His love.

Praying Scripture is a powerful way to see a glimpse of the Father. True power comes from the fervent prayers of God’s children who seek to bring Him glory above all else.

I am so saddened by the circumstances which brought us together last night, but so grateful to have been a part of such a holy moment.

See you tomorrow,



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