Drifting Slowly

It’s almost Summer and that means a slower pace of life, relaxing days by the pool or at the beach. When our family travels to the beach it can be a real chore.  We usually have a wagon full of goodies, plus a large tent to lug through the sand, so I don’t always feel like jumping in the ocean right right away. Our kids, on the other hand, are the opposite. They’re older, so I don’t mind them going in the water alone, however I remind them to look up every now and then to make sure they haven’t drifted. Our family tent provides that gauge/landmark for them.  In theory, this should work, but there are times when they are talking with friends and forget and drift. The good news is, my eyes are always watching them. When I see that they have become absent minded about their surroundings, I calmly walk down to the edge, where the water meets the beach, and call out to them. This can sometimes take a few minutes because they have drifted too far to hear my voice. Thankfully, after numerous yells and crazy looks from spectators, our kids look up in shock and are amazed how far they have drifted. 

2020 was like no other year for everyone! We were separated and asked to refrain from meeting with one another. Our churches were closed and people lost their gauges. You see, the church is like our family’s tent, it provides a covering from the harsh elements, giving us time to rest. The church provides food for the body and the soul. These structures provide encouragement and accountability from people who love and care about you. 

My question is have you looked up recently? Are you even aware you have drifted? 

There’s good news, Jesus has been watching, He hasn’t lost sight of you, He is calling even now…“Come home!”

Let’s go Deeper!

A few weeks back, my family and I met with some friends at the beach. The day was absolutely gorgeous!  We had our tent up, sand castle toys we’re scattered everywhere, and the water was crystal clear! 

While our friend was taking our kids out, one at time, on the jet ski, I was hanging back with his daughter. She is 4 years old and this was only the second time I had seen her. The first time we met she was only an infant, so of course she didn’t remember me. 

As we waded in the water with her mom and baby brother, she began to feel more comfortable with me. After ten minutes or so, I asked if she wanted to walk further into the water. There wasn’t much action in the ankle deep water, plus she had a life jacket on and I could tell that she was an adventurous little girl.

She took my hand slowly and cautiously and we walked out deeper into the ocean. I showed her, while she held my hand tightly, how to jump up right before the wave reached us. By keeping her hand clasped in mine, the wave had no power to knock her under. 

However, there were also monstrous waves that she would never be able to jump over in her own strength, so when they approached I would grab her and lift her little body over my head. After another ten minutes or so her wall of hesitation towards me had crumbled. She was no longer waiting on me to ask if she wanted to venture out further, she was telling me, “let’s go deeper!” Her trust in me had developed and she knew I wouldn’t let anything happen to her. 

This precious moment reminds me of my personal relationship with God. Time and time again, He has carried me over some pretty massive waves, which has produced deep roots of trust and faith in Him. Spiritual growth is not formed under the tent, in a beach chair, sipping ice cold lemonade. It is quite the contrary. Spiritual growth transpires when we venture out into the deep. Where our toes can barely touch the sandy bottom. It’s right at the moment when you see a mammoth wave coming towards you and feel completely vulnerable, but instead of buckling, you leap up and God grabs you thrusting you over the roaring waters. 

We live in a fallen world and waves are inevitable. The swells of life do not declare the absence of Jesus. No, He is always there in the midst of the raging seas with His hand open and available to grasp. Now leap up and trust Him. Allow Jesus to carry you over the rushing waves of life. Then observe how your Faith and Trust grows deeper!

“The Lord is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in him,” ~Nahum 1:7

Not just a dream…

The church service was over. As we turned to walk towards the parking lot, a church leader asked my husband to pray to say a closing prayer over the leaders. We joined in a circle like we usually do. Our kids happened to be with us, so they also joined in. We bowed our heads and Javier began to pray. Not even a minute into the prayer student leaders and church leaders one by one stepped away from the circle. Some began having their own side conversations, as if my husband was finished. The side conversations were so loud that I looked up and noticed my family were the only ones remaining. My heart broke!

My eyelids slowly opened…it was a dream!

Has our youth become so impatient and distracted that they can’t pray for more than a minute?! Has the enemy blinded our leaders and pastors to a man made church culture that says everything is okay? The Holy Spirit is behind bars, intercession is a foreign word, salvation is a secret decision because we don’t want to offend anyone by asking them to walk to the front, and Godly sorrow is not allowed because the schedule doesn’t allow the allotted time for it!

Wake Up Brothers and Sisters, this is not a dream, this is the reality and the culture of our churches all across America.

Lord, helps us! Shake the pastors to their core, soften their hearts, and clear the cloud of ignorance they walk in daily! Lord, sound the inner alarm in your children, wake them up from their slumber. Help us to see the warning signs and turn towards You with every fiber of our bodies! I’m sick and tired of just “playing church”. Give us revival in our lives and in our churches. Amen!

1 Thessalonians 5:1-11

The Day of the Lord

5 Now, brothers and sisters, about times and dates we do not need to write to you, 2 for you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. 3 While people are saying, “Peace and safety,” destruction will come on them suddenly, as labor pains on a pregnant woman, and they will not escape.

4 But you, brothers and sisters, are not in darkness so that this day should surprise you like a thief. 5 You are all children of the light and children of the day. We do not belong to the night or to the darkness. 6 So then, let us not be like others, who are asleep, but let us be awake and sober. 7 For those who sleep, sleep at night, and those who get drunk, get drunk at night. 8 But since we belong to the day, let us be sober, putting on faith and love as a breastplate, and the hope of salvation as a helmet. 9 For God did not appoint us to suffer wrath but to receive salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ. 10 He died for us so that, whether we are awake or asleep, we may live together with him. 11 Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.

Okay, God, I hear you! 

Have you ever heard the phrases, “God will never give you more than you can handle” or “He’ll always provide an escape from your temptation?” Well, I have a new one, “He’ll never let me sit in my self-pity for long before putting things into perspective.”
Without fail, every time I start feeling overwhelmed or even in a state of emotional self-pity, God paints a picture to put things into perspective!

Last year we had some issues with the closing of our house. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen and I felt very overwhelmed to the point it started affecting me emotionally. The truth is, I wasn’t trusting God! Anyways, as the kids were playing at the park I noticed a beautiful little girl, with no hair, on a swing. As I looked closer, I saw her mom pushing her on the swing. The mom and the girl were laughing and enjoying that sunny day. The mom wasn’t sitting on a bench pouting about her daughter having cancer; no she was seizing the moments she had with her daughter! My heart dropped and tears followed down my cheeks! Okay, God, I hear you!

Then just a few months ago I was having another “moment”. I was stressed over a money situation that went wrong because of a miscommunication with Southwest. I was so frustrated and my outward appearance was showing it. I was short with my kids and I felt yet stressed again! As I stood in line to return something at Target, another beautiful girl, without any hair, caught my eye! She was smiling big as she looked up at her dad walking beside her. Again, tears filled my eyes! Okay, God, I hear you!

For almost two weeks my kids have had the flu! The first week the girls had it and now my little guy has it. I haven’t been able to do much around the house because of their sickness and they are behind on schoolwork, which stresses me out! Today I dropped the girls off at their co-op by themselves, I know they are in good hands, but they aren’t my hands. It’s hard for me to ask for help from others, especially when it comes to my crew. I personally feel like they are my full responsibility, but their brother is sick and he can’t be around other kids. As I dropped them off my heart started pounding. I began to pray for them and for myself. I felt totally overwhelmed and stressed to the max. As I was texting my dad, he reminded me of my cousin that just had brain surgery for the second time in only a few months and he hasn’t woke up yet. At that second, I felt all anxiety leave! Okay, God, I hear you!

I share these stories to say, life is never easy, there are terrible days, but it could always be worse! God doesn’t want us to sit and dwell on ourselves; nothing good can come out of that. He wants us to pray and give it to him, then go and help someone else. To experience freedom from self-pity, stress, and anxiety, we have to take our eyes off our current situation and ourselves! And we need to ask ourselves, “do we trust God?” When we fully trust him, we can exhale and know He has our back and He will work it out!

Thank you, God, for loving me so much that you interrupt my self-pity and paint just the right picture to put things into perspective!

Today, I want to lift up every child with cancer and every parent that is watching their child fight this terrible disease. And specifically for my cousin, who is in the hospital right now! I pray you heal his body and wake him up! In Jesus Name! Amen!

Facing Fear with a Thankful Heart

img_1041Overwhelmed is not even the word to described the feeling that came over me this morning! It was the first day of Classical Conversation (basically a homeschool co-op)! Lunches and backpacks were packed the day before, fingernails were painted, and outfits were ironed. I had us set up for success, or so I thought.

My oldest woke up with a headache for the third day in a row. No worries, I knew what to do. I quickly measured out her Motrin and prayed it worked! Ten minutes later she was up and ready to start her day, Thank God! Things were going well…two of the kids were finishing up their cereal and the other two were getting dressed. As we went to gather our things to leave, my oldest went down to the floor! The excruciating pain had come back to her head and this time she couldn’t open her eyes or walk. I ran to the cabinet to now measure out some Tylenol, again praying the medicine would work. Finally, we were able to get everyone to the car. The sky was blue and there was no traffic, which is always a miracle when driving around the Atlanta area!

We pulled into Church where we were to meet the group, ten minutes early at that! I prayed over the kids and their nerves before getting out of the car. Everyone was stoked that this day had finally come!

As we walked in the building there are women and kids everywhere! We followed one family down a hall, but we had no idea where each of the their classrooms were. With kids running around us everything started to spin! Right about the time I was going to ask for some help, I heard a bell! They were calling all of us to gather in a small hallway to listen to the announcements and upcoming events. As we stood there listening, my oldest started crying, I asked if her head was hurting.

“Just a little,” she said.

I asked her while looking at her sweet face, “Then why are you crying?”

“Because I don’t want to go to class, she replied as her voice cracked.”

Meanwhile as this conversation is going on, my four year old is wrapped around my leg, begging me to stay with him!

I felt helpless! There is only one of me and four of them!

img_1046The group dismissed in prayer and tutors started walking to their classrooms with their students behind them. They were naming the tutors so quickly I couldn’t catch who was a tutor and who was a parent. So again I stood there with all my little ones looking at me for guidance, and I was lost.
Thankfully, a mom saw my frantic face and offered to assist me. First we dropped off Kayla, next was Victoria. When we made it to Josiah’s room the parents and kids were already sitting down introducing themselves! Then here we come disrupting the tutor, walking in a few minutes late! I encouraged Josiah to take a seat so I could go talk to his sister, but he wouldn’t let go of me! He had a grip on me like an alligator on a hippo in the Savannah! So here we go again disrupting the class to leave. As I walked out with my leach, I calmly said, “it’s his first time in a classroom setting, please give us some grace.” With that I walked out grabbing my daughter’s hand and jetting straight to the bathroom!


I couldn’t hold back the tears! I knew my daughter didn’t want to be in her class, but I wouldn’t allow fear to paralyze her. She needed to be strong! Even though I knew this, it didn’t make it easier on me, mama. You better believe I wanted to wrap her up and drive away from that church as fast as I could, but that wouldn’t help her to grow, it wouldn’t help her to face her fears.

Three seconds after entering my safe haven place, the bathroom, the director walked in! I had never met her in person, I had only spoke to her on the phone and through a few emails. She asked if I was okay. “No! I feel overwhelmed, I said.” As tears ran down my cheeks.

“I know I haven’t met you, but can I hug you, she asked?”

In which I replied, “yes!”

Let me tell you there is nothing better than a hug! The human touch is so powerful and healing!

After sharing with her a little in the bathroom, Alayna came out of the stall tearless! I encouraged her that she could do this.

We went to her class and tok a seat in the back of the room. She was able to warm up and relax at the same time. A few hours passed and it was snack time. I was able to motivate her to move her chair to the table with the rest of the kids. She finished the day strong, answering questions and participating in games with her classmates.

As for Josiah, he didn’t give a presentation like all the other kids, but he did listen and learned he must raise his hand if he wants to make a comment.

I cannot say it enough, God is stretching our family! We were so comfortable in our happy little lives that growth was a joke and dependence on him was pretty much nonexistent!

When we lift weights, we make small tears in our muscles which usually brings on pain and soreness, but after awhile our muscles heal and we become stronger. Our family is spiritually working out, we feel sore and we are experiencing pain at times, but I know God is also healing and strengthening us and for that, I AM THANKFUL!

It’s B-A-C-K…

img_0774Well Ladies, it’s that time again! #footballseason

You have two options:

1) Complain and nag to your husband about football games he’ll watch all season… (That’s about 6 to 7 months of wasting your breath!)


2) JOIN HIM!!! Buy the gear (#livelovegameday), plan football parties, and make yummy football food!

*I selected the second option early on in our marriage and I’ve never regretted it!

Women, pick your battles wisely, this one isn’t worth it!


It’s Time! 

Let me be totally honest… My workout routine has been nonexistent for over two months! 😳 My husband got a promotion (yay🎉) and started working out of town during the week (boo👎🏼). That made my 5am workout time impossible because no one was at the house to stay with our kids. It really stunk, but it was fine. I wasn’t going to stress about it. 
Well, now we are all in Georgia together and things have slowed down, so I planned yesterday to start in the morning💪🏼 

You can guess what happen…I was awaken five different times between my son and our apartment neighbors😡I gave in and turned off my alarm around 4am….once I got up, I had a pep talk with myself 😜 I had to start today! The #1 rule of working out is…NEVER MISS MONDAY! The kids could sit and play on their Kindle while I worked out, we could do this! …and we did😎

Midway Place

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Suspendedlimbointermediatetransitional, or midway place, these words describe my feelings since we announced we’re moving to Georgia. It’s been over six weeks from the time when we made our decision, however we are still in Florida!

My mind is confused…are we staying or leaving?! Sadly, I’m not a very patient person, so this is killing me! Our move will be a challenge and I can feel God stretching us already, but I’m excited to start our new adventure!

Let the countdown begin…12 days!

Great Reminder from Jesus Calling, “You will never be in control of your life circumstances, but you can relax and trust in My Control. Instead of striving for a predictable, safe lifestyle, seek to know Me in greater depth. I long to make your life a glorious adventure, but you must stop clinging to old ways.”

image.jpegNew Flash….homeschool mom’s don’t have it all together, all the time. We have difficult days and even challenging school years. When doubts and frustrations come it’s vital to have someone in your corner to share it with. It’s encouraging to hear another homeschool mom say, “I’ve been there!” If you homeschool or thinking about it, surround yourself with a few seasoned homeschool moms. Trust me, there will be days you feel like pulling your hair out and you’ll need those women to pour into your heart!



If I asked you, what is the percentage you wear the wife hat compared to the mother hat, what would your numbers look like?

A mother to a newborn may look something like this 80% (mom) to 20% (wife). A newborn is very needy, so it’s understandable during this time to have your roles skewed.
Okay, you don’t have a newborn, so what are your numbers?

A friendly a reminder:
1. God
2. Spouse
3. Children

If your numbers don’t look closer to this 65% (wife) and 45% (mom), I have a challenge for you.
Take out your calendar and schedule at least two dates a month with your spouse.

Jump start your marriage!

TAG a friend and encourage them to be apart of the challenge! ❤️