Keep Serving, Stay Faithful

Some dreams you spend years praying for. Dreams that are not even your own. A dream that is so apparent you can’t help but want to see it realized. When you see a friend use their gifts, there is no doubt it is what God created them to do.

You watch as a friend struggles, though. You watch as they wonder if this dream will ever become more than something in the distance, something they struggle to grasp.

You know where this friend’a heart is. You know their love for their gift, their craft, and for the place they hold so dear to their heart. You know their deepest desire is to use their gift for God’s purpose.

So you pray. Almost daily you pray. Praying God will cover them with encouragement and to open the doors that only He can open. You think of Joseph and how it took twenty years or more for the dream God gave him to be completely revealed. You pray God’s timing isn’t so long for this friend.

Some times it is easier for others to see glimpses of God’s plan for us before we can.

You watch as they feel as if they are close to the mountain top, almost reaching their dream, but not quite there. Other times they seem so low you pray they remember to keep looking up. Even though you can’t explain it, deep down you know that dream will see fruition. Yet you can not tell them you see it coming, that you see the dream for which they have been praying for almost four years, will be realized. Because you fear giving them false hope. Because what they’ve dreamed of for so long isn’t something to be spoken of flippantly.

Of course you also doubt. What if this intuition God has given you is wrong? So you stand in the shadows. Praying day after day. Wondering when God will reveal His plan, when you this friend will see this dream come true.

The timing never seems to be what we would choose though. We don’t get to choose the timing of a dream realized. But that’s okay. Because His choosing is always perfect.

One day you sense that the time is near, that God is setting things in place for this friend. You wait ever so hopefully.

Then the news is shared. That long awaited dream is reality.

And all you can do is whisper words of gratitude and thank you. His perfect timing never fails. Even when years seem to drag by and we wonder how Joseph stayed faithful for so many years the dreams He gives us are for His purpose.

All we have to do in the waiting is keep serving and remain faithful.

Keep serving. Stay faithful.

What dream or goal are you waiting to be fulfilled?


Filtered Light


My mother has dealt with prednisone induced diabetes for over fifteen years now. She has needed insulin shots for at least ten of those. She will most likely be on a small dosage of prednisone for the rest of her life due to a liver transplant, and it has been difficult keeping under control since her transplant. She began using Ocotea a month or so ago. Last week she called to tell me she had gone four days without an insulin shot. She rubs a drop into her feet on the vita flex point before every meal & before bed. 
Seriously people! How incredible is that! Oh I love the natural ways God gives us for our health! Young Living essential oils really are life changing. 

Ocotea is distilled from a tree found in the Amazon wilderness, the ranges on the west side of the Andes Mountains. It is commonly referred to by the people of Ecuador as false cinnamon. The tree grows to a very large size, reaching up to 48 inches in diameter and over 60 feet tall, making a large canopy top. Use of ocotea dates back more than 500 years, when it was used to aromatize sweets and cakes. 

According to the Essential Oils Pocket Reference from Life Science Publishing, it has anti fungal, disinfectant, and anti-inflammatory medical properties. 
The EOPR also states that it can be used for reducing hypertension, high blood pressure, and anxiety. It also says it has natural cleaning and purifying properties, lowers insulin needs for diabetics and reduces blood sugar fluctuation and digestive support. 

Answer Not Argue

I stood smiling although I truly had no desire to smile. The words coming from the other person felt too much like an attack. (Sometimes being a highly sensitive person has it pitfalls.) I have had this conversation in my head many times, though. I have known the conversation would eventually come up with someone so I prepared myself. I knew what my answer would be, and I knew I would only share my own story and reasons, never going on the attack.

As soon as I could get a word in edge wise, I simply shared my story and why I made the choice I did. I never defended my choice. I didn’t need to.

In the beginning I wasn’t sure where this person was going with this conversation, but whatever direction he was taking, he was going about it the wrong way. Instead of simply inviting me to something, he assumed I would decline due to a difference in choice on something. Having never met me, he immediately went on the defensive about his own choice arguing that “we should all work together.” I don’t disagree with him on that matter.

The entire experience caused me to think about the difference in having a posture of defensiveness as opposed to being prepared with an answer. Especially with matters of faith.Too many times I believe we are quick to become defensive. Too quick.

But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect. – 1 Peter 3:15 (NIV)

There are translations that use the word defend in place of ‘give an answer.’ Translation from the original can get tricky some times, and I am certainly not a theologian.

But I wonder if too often people forget the part that says “for the hope that you have.”

I wonder if we too often mistake ‘defend’ or ‘have an answer for’ with arguing.

God is our Magen, our shield. He is our Metsuda, our fortress. He is our Migdal-Oz, our strong tower.

He defends us. We are to defend, to have an answer, for the hope we find in Him.

Do we mistake defending the hope we have in Christ for arguing with people, for being God’s defense attorney, even with other Christians, about our differences? Does arguing show gentleness and respect? I have been guilty of this, and I’m sure there will be moments I will be again.

Maybe age and gaining some wisdom along the way gives us perspective, though. I hope to remember that He only needs me to have an answer for the hope I find in Him; to remember He is Metsuda, Magen, Migdal-Oz. Having an answer for the hope I have through my story, in gentleness and respect, and without a defensive spirit, is all the defense He needs. Somehow, I don’t think I need to be the defense attorney for the One who is the fortress, shield, and strong tower.


My Old Girl