Angels in the Grocery Store – a guest post by Elizabeth Rosner

 

By Elizabeth Rosner

Galatians 5:14 GNT: For the whole Law is summed up in one commandment: “Love your neighbor as you love yourself.” (Tweet this)

 

My mom and step-dad, affectionately known to everyone as Sugah and Big Daddy, have recently experienced some setbacks.  Big Daddy, 84, is an insulin dependent diabetic.  While he takes great care of himself, this disease has taken quite a toll on his body.  In December, it caused an ocular stroke, leaving him blind in his right eye and with poor vision in his left.  On the day of his stroke, Big Daddy drove himself to the eye doctor.  He was fiercely independent, with an active life both socially and in community service.  With the loss of his vision came many other losses too: driving, filling his syringes with insulin, and peripheral vision. At Christmas, Big Daddy and Alexander, my 18 year old son, were talking.  Big Daddy was tearfully explaining to Alexander that he has never once mourned the loss of his vision.  He said, “There are many tasks I can no longer do myself, but so many have stepped in to help me.  Next week, Bill has offered to drive me to breakfast and John will take me to the meeting on Friday.”   He hasn’t missed his breakfasts with friends and he continues to be energetically involved in his many community service activities.  He concluded that he could not possibly complain about this loss when God has given him so much.  

 

An example of even the smallest of roles being filled happened recently when Sugah and Big Daddy were shopping at their local grocery store one day.  A man walked up to Big Daddy, and said, “Sir, may I tie your shoe?”  He said this as he simultaneously bent down and tied the shoe.  My mom was taken aback, that this young man would perform such an intimate act for a complete stranger. They thanked him and my mom said, “I hope someone will tie your shoes one day.” The man replied, “My mom always said that.”  Later, as my mom was relaying the story to me, she admitted that she has prayed for this man.  I said that I would pray too, and I asked his name.   Sugah said, “I have no idea. I couldn’t even tell you what he looked like.  He was gone so quickly but his act meant so much!”

 

  

 

1 Timothy 5:1 ESV – Do not rebuke an older man but encourage him as you would a father


Dear Jesus, Thank You for sending Your angel to the grocery store to minister to Big Daddy.  Thank You that this man didn’t rebuke him, and instead, afforded him dignity in performing such an intimate act.  Lord, we do not know this man’s name, but You do.  Bless him, Jesus.  Multiply his blessings a thousand fold.  Teach all of us to see these opportunities, and to act on them, even if it means bending down to the floor of a grocery store to tie an older man’s shoes.  AMEN.

 

 

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Confessions of an Accidental DIY-er

By Jenny Downey

 

A cracked toilet tank recently became the catalyst for an intense month of DIY home projects. The leaky culprit forced our hands. We had no choice but to replace the broken toilet. However, one thing led to another, and before long we were tackling new flooring, paint, trim, vanity, lights and plumbing. With Christmas bills coming in, it seemed wise to keep the project low-budget by doing the work ourselves. Healthy doses of YouTube videos, Googled articles and Pinterest links helped supplement our lack of experience.

The bathroom was such a success, we decided to take on the kitchen.  And oh, my, how that project has gotten out of hand!  People keep telling me that my social media posts about our DIY projects are inspiring them. That’s a lot of pressure! A recent bout of insomnia found me wide awake at 2am debating floor stain options. I realized I was getting way too worked up about all this, which then led me to reflect on some of the lessons I’ve been learning through all of this DIY detritus, most of which have spiritual correlations, of course:  

 

#1 Chaos Proceeds Progress

What is the first step in most remodeling projects?  Demolition.  Rip out the broken, remove the outdated, strip off the unwanted, and get rid of the debris before ushering in the new.  All these things make a mess.  Chaos and messes make me uptight because I have a high need for order.  However, in this DIY process, I have learned to accept the chaos because it is necessary and doesn’t last forever if I will work through it.  The bathroom is a beautiful, finished accomplishment.  I think God allows me to experience chaos in other areas of my life because HE is working towards a beautiful, finished project through my sanctification.  He must introduce chaos to rid stuff in my life, too, like the debris of unforgiveness, the outdated habits that lead to sin, and the broken parts that keep me from experiencing growth in Him.

God allows me to experience chaos in other areas of my life because HE is working towards a beautiful, finished project through my sanctification (click to tweet)


#2 Everything Takes Longer Than You Think

Unexpected setbacks, interruptions, & responsibilities paired with multiple trips to the hardware store make for an adjusted project timeline.  Sadly, my kids keep expecting dinner and the laundry continues piling up, forcing me to halt DIY activity and work on domestic duties.  Spiritual growth seems to follow a similar pattern; it’s not a streamlined path of forward progress.  I have seasons of intense growth and seasons of stagnancy where I question if I am maturing at all. BUT…God is at work and my rushing the process would not equal the best outcome. There are friends who need a listening ear, kids who need love, attention and prayer, neighbors who need a helping hand. These are worthy of my time, even if they mean slowing down the DIY work and putting my project task-list on hold temporarily.  

 

#3 Dependence on Others is Not a Weakness

This entire season of DIY has revealed how much we depend on others, thereby rendering the term “Do It Yourself” a huge misnomer.  We’ve asked for advice, borrowed tools, invited feedback, and welcomed help. We’re on a first-name basis with a helpful Home Depot employee who seems invested in our success. My husband, Neil, & I have tackled things we never knew we could do because we had each other for support in the process. One of us has to give the other a pep talk to press on and finish when the going gets tough. We problem solve, brainstorm, and laugh at our mistakes. Somehow, doing it together makes it bearable. To me, this is a picture of life connected to God and church community.  We share the WHOLE of life, accepting that others might have the answers we seek or the wisdom to help us through a problem if we humble ourselves to ask.

 

#4 Mistakes Don’t Have to De-Rail Us

We’ve definitely had our share of DIY “oops” moments. Some have been easy fixes, while others have required an adjustment to the plans. One example is the paint color…it didn’t match the paint chip at all!  Thankfully it still looks awesome, and we are glad it turned out the color it did.  God delights in taking our “oops” moments and crafting them into something better than we imagined.  It takes trust from us, though. God knows what He is doing, even if we may doubt His process at times.

 

So, as of right now, the kitchen is still in progress.  Painting cabinets led to painting walls which led to sanding and restaining floors and now we find ourselves searching for new countertops.  None of this is coming easily. We are learning as we go, correcting mistakes, seeking advice, borrowing from others’ experiences, and persevering through setbacks.  Like faith, something transformative is happening amidst the drop-clothes, sawdust, and piles of tools.  

 

 

 

 

 

Jenny Downey…
loves sharing the humor in life.  Many days find her driving carpool, meeting clients for real estate appointments, or traveling to soccer tournaments.  She and Neil have common interests of music, reading, trying new recipes, DIY projects, cheering their four children on in soccer and choir, and watching Netflix.  The grace of God has been a consistent theme in her life.  That, and coffee.

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Vision – a guest post by Rachel Person

by Rachel Person

 

When I was a teenager, I worked at a Christian book and music store.  One of our frequent and regular customers was a blind man. I was always amazed at how easily he recognized my voice and called me by name.  He was a great conversationalist, had a great smile and laugh, and had a positive, upbeat, and optimistic demeanor.  I remember at my young age being so impressed at his ability to live such a self-sufficient, happy, and purpose-filled life.

One day, in one of our many conversations at the store, he told me he had been blind since birth.  I had oftentimes wondered and struggled with which scenario would be worse:  would it be harder to be blind from birth or have sight, lose it, and then forever know what you were missing?  I asked him if he ever wondered what he looked like or how he envisioned other people in his mind since he couldn’t see them.  I’ll NEVER forget his response:

“I do see people, Rachel, but not in the same way you or most of the seeing world does.  I don’t consider my blindness to be a handicap, but simply something that forces me to see people the way God does.  I see their hearts.  I hear their kindness and encouragement in their words, tone, and voice.  I feel their love in the way they hug me, serve me, and care for me.  I can see them for who they truly are because things on the outside are invisible to me.”

I have come back to this conversation and the words that were exchanged numerous times over the course of my life.  I decided at my young age of 16 to try throughout my life to see people as he did.  And as God did.  I didn’t want to see through my eyes anymore – all the materialistic, outer shell appearances that the world said mattered.  I wanted to see people with my heart.
 I love the quote, “If the whole world were blind, how many people would you impress?”  (Tweet this)  I think of the number of industries and the amount of money spent focusing on our outward appearance.  I’ll be the first person to admit that I love being fancy and being a girly girl and getting all dressed up.  I also love throwing my hair in a braid, putting on a hat, and wearing a t-shirt and shorts while driving in my jeep.  However, the older I get, the less I’m trying to focus on the outside (it’s deteriorating quickly anyways ☺) and more on the inside and on what truly matters in this life.  I’ve still got a TON of work to do.  There’s some ugly things deep down inside of me.  However, I am trying to dig down into those places and make them beautiful too. The most beautiful people I’ve known in my lifetime are those whose hearts are kind to others.  “Beauty fades. A beautiful heart lasts forever.” My prayer is that God will continue to keep these aging eyes laser focused, seeing clearly with 20/20 sharp vision, able to look deeply into the hearts of others.  May I seek and find beauty in all people as God does and love them with His vision and sight.  

 

“The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,

the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes,

because that is the doorway to her heart,

the place where love resides.

 

True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.

It’s the caring that she lovingly gives,

the passion that she shows 

And the beauty of a woman only grows

with passing years.”

~ Audrey Hepburn

 

 

 

 

 

Rachel Person…
is a married, Midwest, mother of 5.  She’s an ENFP, coffee addicted, sunshine adoring, outdoor adventuring, jeep driving, adrenaline addict.  As a 2 time American Ninja Warrior competitor, she’s an energetic, eternal optimist with a passion for pull-ups, photography, and people.

 

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Angels Attending – a guest post by Elizabeth Rosner

 

He will command His angels concerning you to guard you carefully.  Luke 4:10 (Tweet this)

By Elizabeth P. Rosner

 

2 am Friday morning.  My husband wakes me to tell me our son, Alexander, has had a wreck. The car is totaled, but he is fine. Mike and I jump in the car to go get Alexander.  We arrive and the sight is so scary.  Alexander is standing outside his car, in 20 degree weather, shivering and sobbing.  I run to him and cling to him, thanking God for the one gazillionth time for the gift of this child and for keeping him safe.  I put Alexander in the back seat of our car while Mike calls the police. I go back to Alexander’s car to retrieve the minutiae – garage door opener, university parking pass, phone cords, his longboard. Before I can do that though, I am struck by the fact that there is no front end on the car.  It is completely smashed in.  The left front tire that was just minutes before perpendicular to the road is now laying flat. From the front it looks as if nothing could possibly survive such a collision.  Yet, my son  is nestled feet away from me, still in shock and crying, but alive!  PRAISE JESUS!

 

The police arrive and inquire about the accident.  The officer says there are many deer on the road and this happens often.  He does not issue a ticket nor does he perform any sobriety check.  He is calm and reassuring to Alexander that it was not his fault.  I get in the back seat with him and hug him again.  I ask again if he feels ok, did he hit his head, is anything broken?  He says the only thing that hurts is his thumb.  I look and it is purple at the nail bed but he can move it.  The officer asks Alexander if he needs to go to the hospital and he declines.

 

The flatbed tow truck pulls up.  He says the Mini Cooper  has some special device that is needed to tow it.  If that is not available, he can just tow from the frame.  He goes under the car and the frame is gone.  Completely smashed.  He has to tow attaching the hook to the engine.  As he is pulling the car from the trees, the officer says we can go.

 

The three of us walk in our house, less than a mile away from where this happened.  I tuck my little boy, my 18 year old almost-a-man child, into bed.  I cry joyful, grateful, momma tears and thank the sweet Lord Jesus that he is home with us and not in a hospital ICU or worse.  A mother’s worst nightmare has been averted.

 

The next morning when Alexander wakes up, we go to urgent care.  The doctor sees the pictures and proclaims my son a walking miracle.  While waiting on x-rays, the Lord directs me to Jeremiah 29:11.  This is a verse that has been a foundation for both Alexander and I for many, many years.  The Lord comforts me that He has great plans for Alexander.  Then I read the next two verses.  


We have all gotten those middle of the night phone calls that raise us from a dead sleep.  I was not awake at 2am praying fervently for my child.  I was asleep.  My prayers, though, go before me.  We anointed his car and prayed over it, asking for angels to attend him every second he was in that car.  The Lord promises we can call on Him and He will answer.  In this, my prayers were answered before I called on Him.


The doctor comes back in with the x-ray results.  Nothing is broken.  His thumb just needs a minor procedure to alleviate the pain.  We think this happened when the airbag deployed. He bandaged the thumb and we are back home.  

 

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. Jeremiah 29:11-13

 

Dear Jesus, when I look at the pictures of the mangled car my heart drops.  When I see those two trees and the fragments of his side mirror amongst the debris I am astounded.  When I see his bandaged thumb, knowing it could have been so much worse, I praise YOU!  I thank You Jesus for Your plans, Your protection, Your willingness to answer our calls, even before we make them. Thank You for answering this momma’s most fervent prayer to keep her child safe.  AMEN

 

 

 

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The Light of Christmas – a guest post by Rachel Person

 

 

by Rachel Person

 

I LOVE Christmas.  It has always been one of my most favorite times of the year as far back as I can remember.  Admittedly, I am a nostalgia queen and Christmas, with its traditions galore, is the perfect time to reflect back and reminisce upon all that means most to me.  I also love DECORATING for Christmas.  I think I have a total of 10 extra large totes full of Christmas decorations.  Not. Kidding.  Anyone who has been to my home during the Christmas season has seen the “explosion of Christmas” that occurs all over the house every year!


I would venture to guess that most people, both young and old, would agree that one of their favorite parts of Christmas is the tree. (possibly for the kids because of what it holds underneath)  Each family has their own traditions of what kind (real vs. artificial), what style (humble or ornate), what theme (Disney or kids’ ornaments or popcorn garland) and some even down to the tree variety (spruce, fir, or pine, oh my!).  I know several families that make it a tradition to go soon after Thanksgiving (trudging through the snow, uphill both ways of course
) on the quest for the “perfect” tree.  I always laugh a little on the inside when I see all of the trees strapped to the tops of the cars on their jaunt home (think “Christmas Vacation”).


We are an artificial family.  As in tree. (Otherwise we are about as real as it gets, and let me say, it’s not always pretty). I haul up 2 of the 10 Christmas bins, crank up the Christmas music and spend the next 2 hours setting up our tree, fluffing branches, climbing up and down from the stool a few hundred times, until the magical moment happens and it is standing in its glory in the middle of the big picture window.  And then I silently think to myself, “why hasn’t someone invented a Christmas tree that sets up itself?  I’m pretty sure Inspector Gadget could’ve had a button for that.  Go, go gadget Christmas tree!”  I digress.


This year, as I stood and admired the tree towering above me (and my perfect branch fluffing abilities-haha!), I thought about how plain it looked.  Although it’s always been “perfect” and “ours,” what it was lacking was so very evident in that moment.  What separates a Christmas tree from any other tree is its LIGHT.  As I began to string the lights around the tree – and grumble slightly about my Christmas light conspiracy theory that they purposefully make them so they last just under a year and you therefore have to invest in new ones EVERY. SINGLE. YEAR –  my heart beamed as brightly as the tree because I realized in that moment what an exact and perfect representation it was of what Christmas is truly about.


CHRISTmas is the time of year when we remember and celebrate Jesus’ birth ~ the light of the world came to be born, live in human form, and bring us out of darkness.  (Tweet this)  
God looked down from heaven and saw the world He had created and although it was good, He knew His creation needed a Savior.  We needed the LIGHT.  As I stepped back in awe looking at my brightly lit Christmas tree, I immediately saw the difference light makes.  What a stark contrast to the plain, darkened tree I had just looked upon a few moments before.  It now shone so brightly in its glory.  Just like that tree, I have also seen the difference Jesus’ light has made in my own life over the years. What was once in the dark is now full of His glorious love and light.


How thankful I am for the greatest gift of light that God sent for me and for the world in His son, Jesus.  This Christmas, may the LIGHT of the world be yours and may He SHINE brightly on you, in you and through you, as you remember the reason for this season.

John 12:46 “I have come into the world as LIGHT, so that everyone who believes in ME will not remain in darkness.”

 

LOVE and LIGHT,
Rachel

 

 

 

Rachel Person…
is a married, Midwest, mother of 5.  She’s an ENFP, coffee addicted, sunshine adoring, outdoor adventuring, jeep driving, adrenaline addict.  As a 2 time American Ninja Warrior competitor, she’s an energetic, eternal optimist with a passion for pull-ups, photography, and people.

 

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Joy and Red Birds – a guest post by Elizabeth Rosner

 

by Elizabeth P. Rosner

You lead me in the path of life; I experience absolute joy in your presence; you always give me sheer delight.
Psalm 16:11 –  (Tweet this)

Have you ever asked the Lord for a sign and He answered?  If so, you know the sheer delight I experienced last week when blessing my friend, Joy.   

It was Secret Santa week and I had the pleasure of being assigned to give gifts to Joy.  She’s one of two custodians on our campus who work hard to make sure our building is immaculate.  There were set spending parameters, and I went to great lengths to ensure that she would never suspect her Secret Santa was me until the big reveal.  What I didn’t count on was my sneakiness being disrupted by the Holy Spirit!

Every year, instead of resolutions, the Lord gives me a word for the year.  In 2015, my word was Joy.  At the end of last year, Brighton had a promotional tote bag that was free with purchase.  It was a canvas bag with the word “Joy” emblazoned on it with a huge red bird background.  I didn’t really need a new Brighton bag and it was Christmas so I should have been shopping for others, but I really wanted this canvas tote.  I prayed about it, as I do with every expenditure, and the Lord prompted me to make the purchase.  After I received it, the tote sat in my closet, pristine and unused.  I would admire it but when I prayed about using it, He said, “Not yet.”

In gathering Joy’s gifts for the week, the Lord reminded me of that tote and asked me to give it to her for her last gift. “Ah”, I thought, “this is why I bought that tote!  It was never for me all along.  I love getting to be part of His grand plan to bless others!”

After receiving this last gift, but before the reveal luncheon, Joy came into my office.  She said, “You’re my Secret Santa, aren’t you?”  I said, “I think we have to wait to find out.  Why do you think so?”  She said, with a glimmer in her eye, “Because I prayed about it and He told me it was you!” She went on to tell me how much that tote meant to her and what a sign it was from Him.

In 2001, her sister’s only child, Derrick, was killed in a car wreck when he was just 21 years old.  In 2012, their father was ill and dying.  At his bedside, her sister asked their dad to please hug Derrick when he got to heaven and said, “When you’re with him, will you send me a red bird?”  The next morning, as her sister was sweeping and getting the house ready for all the family who would come in for the funeral, she opened the front door to find on the porch, sitting intently and still, two beautiful red birds!

As Joy relayed this story to me, we were both crying tears of gratitude for the Lord’s faithfulness.  She thanked me again and I replied, “Joy, He had me purchase that tote over a year ago. I had no idea at the time who it was for, but am so happy God had a plan and I could be part of it!”

 

I always pray with joy in my every prayer for all of you. –Philippians 1:4


Dear Jesus, what a blessing it is to be part of Your plan to bless others!  Thank You for allowing me that joy and for including me.  Please help each one of us listen to Your still, quiet voice when You ask us to be obedient to Your calling.  Remind us that it truly is more blessed to give than to receive, especially when it’s in Your Name!  AMEN

 

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Asking Questions

Proverbs 10:14
The wise store up knowledge…

One of the bazillion pictures I took today, trying to get my left eye to behave for a new profile picture.


“What’s wrong with your eye?” was a question I was asked quite a bit back when I was teaching. Kids ask questions adults would never DREAM of voicing, don’t they? Born with a lazy eye that two surgeries hadn’t completely corrected by that time, I was used to the questions and didn’t mind explaining. And once I’d explained what was wrong, the kid asking usually didn’t think anything of it again.

I much preferred the asking that led to an understanding of what was going on because then they knew which of my eyes was the one that was REALLY looking at them.  I liked that vs what usually happened – and what still happens – with adults who would never, EVER ask me such a question: the two of us stuck in an awkward dance while we’re visiting because my left eye is off doing its own thing.  They keep moving to the left to be in that eye’s line of sight and I keep following their steps, turning after them so the right eye, the eye my brain is actually using, is able to see them. I’ve turned in a complete circle because of this process while visiting with someone after church and they didn’t say a thing.  It used to bother me, but now I find it quite comical.

Why do adults stop asking questions? It seems like the older we get, the less we step out and ask the awkward questions.  Until, of course, we’re really old and don’t care about being embarrassed anymore.  Lol  But from about 13-60ish, we limit ourselves from asking questions that would give us a deeper understanding of something or someone. 

This seems to be the case especially within the church.  We the church, as a general rule, choose the path of politeness over the one of inquisition. “Don’t ask this. Don’t say anything about that. Don’t ever bring THAT up. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.” And for what reason?  Out of fear…of what someone will think of us?  Of offending someone?  Or fear of confrontation with someone?  I’ve always struggled with trying to appear to ‘have all the answers’ vs being willing to be the person who asks the awkward questions.  My husband is good at it though, sometimes asking away with little to no inhibition, and he’s learned a lot over the years as a result of taking this risk of ‘looking dumb.’  I’ll even admit to sometimes pretending to understand what people are talking about, nodding in agreement as they explain something, just so I don’t feel/look dumb.  Do you do this as well?  Do you only ask the ‘safe’ questions?  Or only ask ones that are expected or that don’t stir up any trouble?  Do you ever hold back from asking the questions you SHOULD be asking or WANT to ask?


Nicodemus wasn’t afraid. Ok, sure, he snuck away during the night to talk to Jesus so he could avoid his colleagues judging him or maybe making him wear a dunce cap for asking what they thought to be dumb questions.  But he still made a huge effort to go get some answers to his questions. He sought out Jesus and wasn’t afraid of looking dumb in front of Him; he wanted to better understand God’s plan and how Jesus fit into that.  He wanted to KNOW Scripture better.   Nicodemus was a member of the Jewish ruling council, so he would’ve known the Jewish laws (aka the Old Testament) quite well because he had to teach them and use them in his daily work. But his questions like “How can someone be born when they are old?” gave us the answers that include the most well-known verse of all time: John 3:16. If Nicodemus hadn’t asked those questions on that night, if he hadn’t been brave enough to go to Jesus and quench his thirst for understanding, John wouldn’t have been able to write about their interaction. And we wouldn’t be able to read about it today and have the understanding we do of why Jesus came to earth and had to do all that he did.


How can we be
more like Nicodemus?  How can we continue being the inquisitive children we once were and keep asking questions that gain us a deeper understanding of the world and people around us? What if we were to keep asking the hard, embarrassing questions of our faith, our church, and our God?

       Maybe that’s what Jesus meant by having a “childlike faith.”  He meant for us to ask questions like children do, like Nicodemus did that night. – Tweet This!

Maybe He meant for us to keep chasing after knowledge and understanding.  To keep seeking and chasing after Him.  (“Seek and ye shall find…”  Matthew 7:7-8)  

 

What questions do you need to ask, with a childlike faith, to better understand something or to deepen your faith? Whether you think they’re dumb or embarrassing, ask them anyway. You may not gain complete understanding immediately, but I’m guessing the answers you receive will help you get there quicker than if you were to try to figure it all out yourself.  And who knows?  Maybe the answers you get will help many generations to come…

 

John 3 ESV

Now there was a man of the Pharisees named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews. This man came to Jesus[a] by night and said to him, “Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher come from God, for no one can do these signs that you do unless God is with him.” Jesus answered him, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again[b] he cannot see the kingdom of God.” Nicodemus said to him, “How can a man be born when he is old? Can he enter a second time into his mother’s womb and be born?”Jesus answered, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born of water and the Spirit, he cannot enter the kingdom of God. That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.[c] Do not marvel that I said to you, ‘You[d] must be born again.’ The wind[e]blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.”

Nicodemus said to him, “How can these things be?” 10 Jesus answered him, “Are you the teacher of Israel and yet you do not understand these things? 11 Truly, truly, I say to you, we speak of what we know, and bear witness to what we have seen, but you[f] do not receive our testimony.12 If I have told you earthly things and you do not believe, how can you believe if I tell you heavenly things? 13 No one has ascended into heaven except he who descended from heaven, the Son of Man.[g] 14 And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of Man be lifted up, 15 that whoever believes in him may have eternal life.[h]

16 “For God so loved the world,[i] that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. 17 For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. 18 Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only Son of God. 19 And this is the judgment: the light has come into the world, and people loved the darkness rather than the light because their works were evil. 20 For everyone who does wicked things hates the light and does not come to the light, lest his works should be exposed. 21 But whoever does what is true comes to the light, so that it may be clearly seen that his works have been carried out in God.”

 

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Stitch Fix #1 Review

Shopping. Girls are supposed to love shopping, yes? I enjoy shopping for clothes for my kids. Or my husband. I’m pretty good at picking out things for other people most of the time (though, my teen daughter would argue otherwise). I love shopping for office supplies. Or decor. Or for storage solutions.

But, I. hate. shopping. for. clothes. for. myself.

Since having kids #3 and 4, I just haven’t enjoyed shopping for clothes for my body. I’ve avoided it at all costs and done only the bare minimum in order to appear like a “responsible citizen” when I have to go to places where there will be other people. I guess that’s my excuse for looking like a slob most of the time. I used to work outside the home and dress nicely. After being home for almost 16 years, I guess I’ve defaulted to choosing comfort over fashion most of the time. Granted, I have NEVER YET gone to a store in my pajama pants. I mean, come on, I do have SOME decency and self-respect left. Lol I like the clothes I wear most days because I feel comfortable in them. And with everything we have to deal with each day, isn’t comfort important? (I’m afraid I’m gonna be living in lounge pants by the time I’m an old lady *insert eye roll*).

Sure, comfort is important, but so are other things, you say. And since I’ve committed to stepping up my fashion game, here goes expanding my comfort-zone in SO. MANY. WAYS.

 

Item 1
Tahari Voilet Faux Leather Ballet Flat in Blush
These are cute and I usually love flats (as you can see in the other pics, I’m wearing my own black flats). But, these were a hair tight. Do they stretch over time? I also don’t like that you can see my toe butt cracks. Yes, toe crack is a thing. When it comes to shoes I usually avoid buying shoes that either A) make my feet look longer than they already are (this is why I don’t yet own a pair of Chuck Taylor’s) and B) show toe crack because who’s got time for that? I mean, how rude. Is that toe crack hangin’ outtta your shoe, like some kind of fashion plumber butt? Ew.  It doesn’t bother me on other people. Just on me. No toe crack from me out there polluting the vision of others.  Nope.

Decision: Nope.

 

Item 2
Kut from the Kloth Straight Leg jeans in Navy
These fit well. I like them and could see wearing them with things I already own. Although, I feel like I have a pile of jean on my ankles. Is it supposed to pile up like that? Asking for a friend. No, I’m asking for myself! Help! Lol

 

—-These are the jeans in every picture—

 

Decision: Not sure. Whatd’ya think?

 

 

Item 3
Daniel Rainn Bilson Pleat Detail Blouse in Burgundy
I kinda like this shirt! I love 3/4 sleeves because they make my arms look better…skinnier, shorter…I don’t know, just better. They also help with getting too hot. Which I tend to do if I’m doing ANYTHING. (I was a hot mess by the time I finished trying everything on!) The cami that’s attached is no good for me, as they usually aren’t. I like a little more coverage underneath shirts that are very see-thru. Believe me, I know full well that ain’t nobody wanna see that much Amy. 🙂

         

This is me [duh] showing off how the little cami is all in the back so I could get an idea what it looked like without it.  And, the 3rd pic is how I really feel about this whole process. Lol

Decision: Leaning toward yes.

 

 

Item 4
Honey Punch Rivington Textured Open Cardigan in Blush
I bet this would look really cute with those shoes that didn’t quite fit. What could I wear under this? I chose a basic black sleeveless top I already owned. But maybe that Daniel Rainn shirt would look good? It’s supposed to get to mid 80’s here today, so this was very hot. VERY hot. Granted, when it’s 20 degrees out this winter, I may better appreciate this sweater. But I’m thinking this color washes me out a bit. What say you?

     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Decision: Leaning towards no.  Unless I shouldn’t?  I guess a bit wishy washy on this one…which means I probably shouldn’t buy it. :/

 

 

Item 5
Le Lis Alapay 3/4 Sleeve Printed Back Knit Top
Girl loves me a knit top!!! Hallelujah! I love this top. EXCEPT….the neck is so wide. Why, why, why? (this is why I hate shopping) If the neck were smaller like the Daniel Rainn shirt, I’d be buying this in a heartbeat. Really open necks bother me for many reasons I can’t explain; I just don’t feel comfortable in them. Never have, never will.

      

Decision: No. :,(

 

 

Ok, that’s it for this Fix! Leave your comments below – believe me, I need all the fashion advice I can get so don’t hold back. Also, can we get a hallelujah for all the fashion bloggers out there? Oh my, am I thankful God in heaven did not see fit to make me gifted in that area. Shopping in front of people, taking selfies (also very high up on my list of things I hate doing), and then writing about it all….yep, I need to go get some chocolate or take a nap now. Or both. Maybe this will be easier next time? At least I find joy in maybe bringing a laugh or two to your day at my expense. Laugh away, friend. Laugh away. I can’t hear you anyway. Lol

 

 

This is me getting the last laugh because I can wear this to work if I want to!  Ok, that was supposed to be funny…but maybe it’s a bit mean girl instead?  I meant it in love, friends!  In love…because I was in my regular work day clothes!   🙂  But seriously, do you ever think “if Mel Robbins can do it…and every male entrepreneur in the WORLD can wear t-shirts, why, oh why can’t I???”

 

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Fall Groups Announced!

Hello friends!

Thanks to everyone who filled out my survey about what you’d be interested in studying/reading this fall!

And drum roll…..here are the TWO opportunities you can take advantage of!

 

Option 1 –

A lunchtime bible study that will discuss Everyday Peace by Katie Orr! (click on the photo to sign up)

 

Option 2 –

A night book group that will discuss Of Mess & Moxie by Jen Hatmaker!  (click on the photo to sign up)

 

I hope to see you in one of the groups.  These should be exciting books to dive into this fall!

 

Amy

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Who is Your Guide?

This post is part of the weekly Five Minute Friday link-up!  where we write for 5 minutes with no editing, no over-thinking, and no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.

Many of us don’t remember when we were very small, when we were toddlers exploring and learning about the world.  But we’ve all been there.  We all learned one way or another not to touch the hot stove.  Not to run with scissors.  Not to place our hands on the door jamb as someone is closing the door.  Ouch!  Most of us had guides, or parents, showing us the way to avoid pain, injury and hurt.  Lovingly telling us “No” when necessary.  Expanding our boundaries ever so slightly as we grew so we could learn what it meant to be responsible for our own selves.

Most of us had parents who were our guides as we grew up.  But not all of us did. I thankfully fell into the first group.  But what about you?  Were you part of the second group who had to fend for themselves?  Who either didn’t have anyone to guide you into adulthood or had someone but you stubbornly didn’t listen to them – you had to learn everything the hard way? I think often about the chasm that exists between these two groups as I’m raising my four children, one of whom will be out of the house sooner than I had expected 18 years would go.

Our kids have been relatively easy, but we’ve definitely had some challenges along the way.  The world would love to have me read this self-help book or that parenting book to gain ideas on how to guide my kids who would rather learn the hard way than listen to the wisdom we’ve gleaned in our 40+ years on this earth.  Believe me, you don’t realize how dumb you are until you have teens in the house!  I didn’t grow up receiving guidance from God or a church family at all, but in my 20’s I found the wisdom, forgiveness and salvation offered by both.  My kids are growing up with faith as one of their guides and I wonder “Will it help them make better choices than I did when I was growing up?”

Even as adults, we still need guides.  Wait…ESPECIALLY as adults, we still need guides!!  Adulting is so very hard.  We can look to God for wisdom, to those who’ve gone before us for advice, and to those around us for encouragement.  We don’t need to keep touching the stove and burning our hand to learn what hot is and that we should be careful around it.  Who is your guide and how can you listen to them better?

 

 

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