I absolutely love communion. Taking communion is so simple and yet extremely powerful…
1 Corinthians 11:24
24 and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, “This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me.”
For me, the grassroots of gratitude are in communion; a special time dedicated to remembrance and giving thanks. Sequentially, communion is a time where we reflect on His body that was broken for us and His blood that was shed for us. We take the broken bit of cracker (bread, for He is the bread of life) and carefully hold it in our hands as we behold the imagery of our precious Savior broken and hanging on the cross. We give thanks. For some of us this intimate moment is simply that, a moment. For others it’s a process that morphs from minutes into hours.
Our Heavenly Father is so very generous and my heart is on the verge of exploding because of His kindness!
My heart is so full. Full of hope. Full of His goodness. Full of zeal and passion. Naturally, the inspiration has kicked in and here I sit at the midnight hour drafting away. I sit here carefully assigning my heart to words that I pray will encourage you. Maybe these words will ignite a change in you, inspire you, or simply bring a glimmer of hope to a seemingly hopeless situation. I long to know the full extent of what my readers are going through…
Grateful for the ability to enjoy raising my children
I met Heather Krenz in 2008 when we embarked upon a three month journey together at Overland Missions Rapid 14 base. We both felt a call to the nations and stepped out in faith to complete the Advanced Missions Training program; a training that would thoroughly equip us to reach the nations. We had quite the three months together! She and I were tent-mates (instead of roommates because we lived in a tent for three plus months) and we had the time of our lives. I saw something in Heather that gripped my heart and made me want to make her my friend. And friends we are. She and I literally have the same sense of humor and we have bonded over I Love Lucy binges on our missions base and other ridiculous moments. This girl has inspired me to believe God for more and to never lower my expectations of His provision…. she and her beautiful family live and serve in the Chipepo Chiefdom in Zambia on the edges of Lake Kariba. This girl has tenacity and grit. I’m sure she would be over the moon to tell you about the revival happening all around her; I’m sure she could tell you a dozen stories about chasing away hippos and crocodiles from her property as well 😉
The impossible. Grit. Fear. These are the things we don’t always like to talk about, but need to talk about.
The fulness of your life hinges on big dreams. By perfect design you were made to fulfill them. Nothing is impossible with our Heavenly Father, so is anything impossible for you?
I totally had this Holy Spirit thought, in question form, pop in my head the other day, and it’s been confronting me for days. The question was this, “What is holding you back (from pursuing the impossible?)” I can’t honestly say that nothing is holding me back from tackling my big dreams and lofty goals and the deception of impossibilities surrounding me. My heart’s desire is all wrapped up in the nations and that’s why our vision is indicative of rural Africa. But, there are things that I allow to hinder me like… unbelief, insecurity, and fear. Thoughts that war against Biblical truth in my head. Uh-em. Fear of man (it’s literally the worst).
Provision: An amount or thing supplied; your daily sustenance. but sometimes it’s found in places you wouldn’t expect.
I wrote this entry on provision the other day for a closed Facebook group I’m in… and it’s been on my heart to share it with my readers ever since. It’s short and sweet but was a HUGE encouragement to me. I hope it’s encouraging to you as well!
I was reading a good ole Derek Prince book recently called “Does Your Tongue Need Healing?” And I stumbled upon a Scripture that stood out to me and I had to follow it up by reading it in its context. I ended up reading Numbers 13:27-14:10… you can go ahead and read all of it if you like but let me hone in on two particular verses: (Caleb is speaking here after he and the other spies returned from Canaan)
Shame is a silent killer and I’m so grateful for the victory I have over it…
Shame, a painful feeling of humiliation or distress caused by the consciousness of wrong or foolish behavior. The synonyms of shame are: humiliate, mortify, chagrin, embarrass, abash, and my favorite, cut down to size.
I am extremely grateful for givers. But the question I pose to you is this: are you a giver or a taker?
Givers. The one’s who keep on giving. I’m convinced giving goes against the very nature of fallen man. Fallen man seeks to gratify the flesh on every level. Fallen man seeks to satisfy his needs no matter the cost. In fact, the benefits seem to outweigh the cost nearly every time. I can prove the inherent selfishness that wakes and sleeps in the heart of humanity… just go to Disney when it’s extremely busy.
Jessi Schwertfeger discusses how she is grateful for people and the significant, but sometimes messy, relationships we encounter in our day-to-day lives…
My beautiful, intelligent, and anointed friend and co-worker Jessi Schwertfeger is my guest contributor today. I am so grateful that she has written for Pretty Little Lemons despite the extremely busy season that she is in. She and I go back nearly a decade! We met at our Overland Missions’ Advanced Missions Training school early 2008 and we have done A LOT of life together. She and her husband Jacob Schwertfeger, along with their three beautiful children, are our head of operations in Africa (we both work for Overland Missions if you didn’t guess that already). They are such an amazing family and they have hearts of gold. This entry she has written communicates a large portion of her heart, which is people. Her heart is BIG and LOVING and she has a passion for people and to see relationships flourish in the body of Christ. So, here we go…
Why did I not consider that the greatest Truth ever revealed to me was deeply seeded in my heart long ago?
I’ve missed you. I think my two month blog sabbatical was necessary. I had time to consider how much I love writing as I tackled an extremely busy season of life. I literally thought about Pretty Little Lemons every day and struggled with a borderline nagging, obligatory feeling (that was a lot of unfriendly adjectives in one thought) to at least attempt writing and posting in the midst of the beautiful craziness. However, I’ve come out of that season in total peace and remain extremely grateful for the work responsibility that was placed in my hands. And now I get to write… I’m a little rusty, so please be gracious.
My pioneer heart is jealous for this village that pledged their lives to Islam
Human language cannot articulate or express the way I feel when I watch this video. The fire that burns deep within me wants to channel my inner James and John and ask Jesus to literally reign down fire… and consume… but the Spirit of God gently reminds me that He died for the men that are passionately preaching their set of beliefs to this rural village in Malawi. However, the depths of my heart cry out with the Spirit of God in protest to the Thief that comes to steal, to kill, and to destroy through this belief system we label Islam, but that’s why we have the pioneers…