Pioneers I am Absolutely Thankful For

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…

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Thankful I Can Guard My Heart

I get to guard my heart… what a privilege

Regardless of how tired my physical body feels because it’s 11:30 at night I want to share with you how thankful I am for the ability to guard my heart in hopes that my mere words can ignite this same thankfulness in you. Some of you are well acquainted with this Scripture, but let me throw it out there just for a little refresher:

Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life (or out of it flows the issues of life)

Proverbs 4:23

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Thankful We Can Be in Prayer for Our Leaders

We can be in prayer for our leaders and our prayers are not hindered by human boundaries…

“I have been many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go.” Abraham Lincoln on prayer

There’s a part of me that is anxious to get this blog up and posted rather quickly in light of the current affairs. This is in no way, shape, or form an entry with a hidden agenda seeking to share my political views or reveal who I voted for. I simply will not share it. Sorry for leaving you in the dark. I do, for one moment, want to give you a little something to perhaps distract you from either the GOOD news or BAD news depending on who you voted for! Heck, hopefully you’ll find this entry encouraging. 

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A Story From the Village

Re-telling a story about one of the most beautiful women I met in the village in 2009 that touched my heart and I still think of her to this day…

So, I’m homeschooling. It’s not my first choice as far as educating my children goes (purely because I’m not a formally trained educator)… but it suits our lifestyle best considering all of the recent transitions. If we were still living on the base in Zambia I’d be homeschooling. There’s a very good chance that I will be homeschooling when we move back to Africa on a more permanent basis too. In certain instances good international schools can be found when overseas, but one generally has to be located near a big city. In our line of work, re-locating near a big city is quite the stretch because our focus is on rural communities, i.e., the wild bush where jackals and gazelles roam. I love the village. Sigh and pause for effect.

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A Comical and Peculiar Flight

What does one do when they have an allergic reaction at 37,000 feet in the air? (Just a little light heartedness to brighten you day!)

My family and I are settling back into the land of the free! (Seriously people we are way freer than places like Myanmar and China). We arrived four days ago from South Africa after spending five months abroad in Asia and Africa. My heart is set on filling you in on our adventures. I’m also very keen to delve back into the deep issues of the heart, life, and the nations. I love hinging these important realities on thanksgiving and gratitude. It’s my favorite. Nevertheless, before I make that journey again, I’d like to share with you a light-hearted, comical story about our rather eventful flight to Orlando from South Africa. Besides, I’m a little rusty. What better way to kick start this intense season of writing with a little humor?

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Confessions of a Small Framed Girl with a BIG Mouth

That one time at band camp when I put my foot in my mouth and I ignored the leading of the Holy Spirit

Once upon a time there was a girl with a small frame and a BIG mouth. That girl shall remain unnamed for the duration of this entry. Her mouth often got her into trouble, especially this one time. 

One beautiful, sunny day in Jacksonville, Florida this girl and her husband were visiting friends. They started the day with a delicious breakfast that included but was not limited to fried eggs and Sriracha sauce. The moment with the Sriracha sauce foreshadowed upcoming events. The small-framed girl with the very BIG mouth proceeded to squeeze the Sriracha sauce onto her eggs but to no avail. Instead she channeled her inner Van Goh, or however you spell his name, and painted the white carpet red. Fortunately for her, a carpet cleaner was on standby. 

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Hollywood’s Standard of Love

Fifty Shades of Grey is still making headlines and it’s devastation seems without end. Sadly, this movie and loads of other major motion pictures are targeting and indoctrinating our youth and many others with their own definitions of love. 

Ciaran and I went to the shopping mall today to meet a friend for coffee and while we were waiting Caleb got a hankering for a hot dog. So we stopped at a hot dog shop and the two African ladies working doted on my boy. They laughed and played while I ran a quick errand into the pharmacy. When I came back Ciaran was busy eating Caleb’s hot dog (as dad’s love to do) and Ellie Goulding’s music videos were playing on the tv. I know this because Elly was eager to point out that her favorite dance song “Burn” was airing. 

Then the next music video came on, “Love Me Like You Do.” And because I know the origin of this song, protective mother bear made her debut and quickly told the kids they were NOT allowed to watch the video. So we left! The thing is, I knew little eyes would be curious to see why I wasn’t allowing them to watch this seemingly innocent music video. 

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Five Ways I Cultivate Gratitude

My life has changed drastically since I started giving thanks…

August marks the one year anniversary of Pretty Little Lemons. I’ll be honest, this blog is my baby. I’m so thankful that the Holy Spirit prompted me to cultivate gratitude in my life through writing. I am more blessed than you know, and I’m probably more blessed than I know. Writing, nonetheless, has not been the sole means of cultivating gratitude in my heart. The Lord has absolutely used other avenues too.  

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