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My Journey of Faith, part 1.

 

My Journey Of Faith Part 1

Even children are known by the way they act,
whether their conduct is pure, and whether it is right.
Proverbs 20:11


It all started when I was a child of nine. I grew up in a Christian family, we went to Wednesday evening prayer meetings, revival meetings, and to church twice on Sunday. I was told Bible stories from the time I was a small child on my mother’s lap. But when I was about nine, I heard a preacher talk about salvation. Now, I knew what salvation meant: Jesus died on the cross to save us from sin, and if we confess our sin, He would forgive us. Then we go to Heaven when we die. That was the Gospel I knew. So after hearing this preacher tell us how the ‘grass looks greener, and the sky looks bluer” after you get saved, well! I was up for that! Besides, I was old enough to start feeling a twinge of guilt and worry about the eternal destination of my soul.

So when I got home, I prayed a simple prayer. I asked God to forgive my sin and save me. I was a bit fuzzy on the details, but that was the best I knew how. Sadly, I didn’t have a good enough relationship with my parents to go talk to them about it. In hindsight, they would have loved it if I had. But I was pretty intimidated by them, and so I handled it the only way I knew.

I wrote them a note.

A note! And stuck it on the mirror where mom would be sure to see it. If I remember correctly, It said “I am trying to be a Christian.

Mom came to me, note in hand, and asked what I meant by that? I thought it was pretty clear, but I said, somewhat defensively; “Just what it says! I am trying to be a Christian!”

“OK,” Mom said. “But you can’t just ‘try’ to be a Christian, either you are or you aren’t.”

” I am.” I said flatly. I was embarrassed, unsure of myself, and desperately wanting to save face. (Oh, how quickly that religious front presents itself!)

Mom didn’t make much about it. She just started making plans with the local church seamstress to have me fitted with a prayer head-covering. (We were part of a Mennonite church, and when a girl was saved, she started wearing a head-covering immediately. It was a special cap that was hard to sew, and usually there was a seamstress or two in each church, who made them for all the ladies for a small fee.)

I was so happy. As soon as I put on a head-covering, I was accepted with gladness into the circle of saved girls. But, I was only happy because I was accepted as part of the ‘good‘ group of girls. My inner life was no different. I was no kinder, no more obedient to my parents. But because I had publicly committed, I tried very hard to control my actions. I failed – miserably. Again and again. And to my great dissapointment, the grass and sky looked exactly the same as before. I felt betrayed. Maybe I didn’t do it right?

So, I tried again. Several months later, I prayed:
“God, please save me! That last time wasn’t really right – but I really mean it this time!”
And a few weeks later, when it was obvious that my self-control was no better, I would pray again: “THIS time I am serious, forget the other times, God, THIS time I really mean it! I want to serve you!”

Oh the agony of always feeling guilty, but not knowing how to get relief! You may chuckle, and it is kind of funny now, but at the time, I was completely serious. Even at age 9 and 10, a child can feel so burdened by the knowledge of their sinfulness, that they cannot rest.

After about a year of this, I was at another revival meeting. This time it was at a small country church in the snowy mountains of northern Idaho. This preacher explained salvation in such a clear way, that I finally was able to understand it completely. I went home and poured out my heart to my Father, and for the first time, felt like I was heard. I had peace. I knew I was a child of God.

I was almost 11.

My struggle with sin was not over though.

Come back next week to read more! :)

Feeding the cows and Peace on earth.

Red Angus

A few days ago, I rode with my man while he finished feeding the cows. He loads round bales onto the bale-buster, then drives out to the pasture and spreads it out so the cows can eat it. It was a cold day – single digits. And there was a strong wind. I’d guess 30-40 mph with much higher gusts on the high areas. That heated tractor cab is wonderful! :)

tractor feeding hay

The bale-buster is a contraption that holds a round bale, then iron teeth on the bottom rotate, digging into the bale, and the hay spits out an opening in the bottom. When the bale is gone, Cliff raises the arms that are holding the extra bale, and it flips up and drops into the bale-buster. It throws a lot of dust when it is chomping up a hay bale, and the wind blew it over everything.

Cows eating hay

tractoraspens in snow

After we fed the cows, we took a bale to the horses. A soft evening light was settling over the landscape, making me forget my cold fingers. I snapped a few more pictures, between opening gates for my man.

By the way – ranch wives joke about having to open gates for their men, but truly? I don’t mind. Any time spent together is great! :)

paint horse and ponieshorses

Now it is nearly Christmas. The wind is howling outside as I type, there’s a fresh couple inches of snow on the ground. The gifts are wrapped and the cookies are made. Strains of holiday music fill the air.

It is not picture perfect, because we are a real family, we traipse snow in on our boots and the hearth around the wood stove is perpetually ash-sprinkled and messy. There are toys and cups sitting around my living room, because I was too tired to pick them up last night.

But the love of Jesus is here. Our love of each other grows stronger and purer each year. Our love for God is increasing, and we are working on our “peace on earth, goodwill to men”.

Dear ranch mama, don’t be discouraged if your house is not as holiday-ready as your neighbor’s. Don’t allow Satan to steal YOUR peace, this week. Reduce expectations, keep it simple, and love on your family. Take a few minutes here and there to slip away and pray. Of course you can pray ‘mentally’, but there is something about locking the bedroom door for two minutes and taking your attitude and trials to God in prayer. :)

running horses

May your home honor God and bless others this season. Starting with your own family.

 

One simple way to increase your faith.

For in it is revealed God’s righteousness from faith to faith. As it is written, “But the righteous shall live by faith.” Romans 1:17

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Do you ever struggle to increase in faith? Does it seem that you just can’t get your eyes off the issue at hand, and truly have faith in God? Faith that He loves you, faith that He plans for you in love, faith that he is who he says he is.

There is one simple way to increase your faith.
Reading God’s Word. So simple, right? Yet such a struggle for most of us. My husband recently said: “The fact that it’s such a struggle to take time to read the Bible, shows how important it must be.”
Yes! If it were not important, Satan woudn’t care if we read it all day long! But the fact is; it IS important, so Satan makes sure we are too busy, get sidetracked, or just plain forget. I know, because I have been there myself. But, don’t be discouraged – rather, make it your ambition to begin reading the Bible regularly.

So faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God. Romans 10:17

Reading the Bible reminds me of God’s sovereignty. I see how God protected his children through thousands of years. I see his righteous judgement on evil, and his reward on the righteous.  I see the magnificent plan that began in Creation, and continues to this day. I see my place in the scheme of things, and how much God loves me, to send his Son to die for me. It reminds me of all the ways that God is perfectly loving and perfectly holy. That increases my faith in him!

One way to read more, is to have an easy place to look up verses when you are online. BibleVerses.com is a good resource. You can click on various topics, such as friendship, worry, hope, marriage, forgiveness. They also have short blog posts that are encouraging, if you just want a quick devotional.

Here are some more verses on faith: Faith

Fall Works and Fellowship.

fall-worksThe past few weeks have been busy with shipping calves and preg-testing the cows. We were blessed with warm, lovely weather. November is not normally this beautiful in Wyoming, so we are thankful for every sunny, warm day!

I cooked for the crew when they were working here, then went over to the boss’ place and helped with lunch when the crew was over there. Well, the boss’ wife did most of the cooking – I mostly just talked. 😀 It’s good to get together with other ranch wives, though.

shipping

shipping

shipping

This week we drove to our neighbors’ Bible study on Wednesday evening. Everyone brought a pot of soup or a salad, and we shared God’s Word over home-cooked food.

There is something special about fellowshipping over food. Sharing stories and doing life together. Laughing and eating and praying together. We read of Jesus often sharing stories and teaching around meals. He knew that eating together is a great way to be informal and relaxed.

We don’t sit down to eat with our enemies. We eat with our friends. We relax and start to open up to each other when we are seated around a table. We love Thanksgiving and Easter and Christmas in part because of the warm friendship and family times we have around good food.

shipping

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We drove over to our friends’ house and brought food, but they had to be willing to open their home, so we could all join in. Someone had to send that invite, make the calls, prepare food, sweep the floor, tidy the bathroom, you know — get ready for guests. No, it wasn’t fancy, (thank goodness!) it was a homey and inviting place, there was a stack of paper plates and a table loaded with help-yourself food, but the fellowship was heart-warmng. There was no stiffness or awkwardness, just simple food and warm smiles and genuine hospitality.

shipping

But someone had to open their home. We wait and wait for someone else to invite us, to organize something, to fill that need in our lives. We need to open our homes. To stop waiting for someone else to initiate and just be a friend. Invite someone over for lunch. Don’t worry if you aren’t a ‘hostess type’. Just do it. Everyone needs friends and fellowship, someone to do life with. Someone to listen and understand and say: “me too”.  Just text a few friends and say “hey, want to come over tomorrow night for tacos?” Don’t stress over ‘hostessing’, just invite friends into  your life. Open up your heart and your home, and be real.

What would happen if we all started reaching out on a regular basis? It doesn’t have to be a bible study – it can be supper. Or lunch. Or tea. Whatever you do – do that. Stop waiting on the others, and start being a blessing to those in your area.

shipping

Change – how to start the process.

Change - how to start the process. photo: a path in the woodsDo you ever feel like you can’t change? You have tried so often and still go nowhere? Do you ever wish for a magic button to push that would make you more organized, self-disciplined, or just plain motivated?  I know I have. I recently learned a scientific boost for those of us trying to make a change in our habits.

Here’s the secret: You have to make a long-term commitment. Studies prove that those who make a long-term commitment to a goal or project, are more likely to follow through.

“An Australian music psychologist called Gary McPherson arranged to speak to children who were about to have their first music lesson, and he asked them, “How long do you think you will play your new instrument?
“McPherson categorized the children’s answers as indicating either short-term, medium-term or long-term commitment. Then he checked and recorded how long each child spent practicing each week, and also categorized them as low, medium or high practice.
“Finally, each child took a standardized performance test using the instrument they’d been learning. When McPherson charted his two categories against the performance test results, he was amazed at the clear pattern that emerged…
“…the students who made a long-term commitment right from the start performed better, even if they practiced less! Meanwhile, those who only envisioned a short commitment to their instrument performed less well, even if they practiced plenty.
“So if you’re looking for the secret to success, it isn’t 10,000 hours of practice – it’s one long-term commitment.
“And you can make a long-term commitment to yourself *today* to realise your dreams and ambitions. :-)
“Just imagine the future results that will start to come from make that small decision right now…”    – Danny Iny, Mirasee.com 

I think of New Year’s resolutions — so many fall by the wayside in a matter of days or weeks. So obviously the goals have to be realistic. My personal method is to start with ONE thing. Right now my one thing is to get in the habit of working out. I like how I feel when I workout, and I am pretty sure I will like the results after several months. So I am sticking to that one thing.

Next, I want to set some realistic but long-term goals with my writing business. Then I will move on to organizing/housekeeping. I have many areas in my life that need improvement, but I am focusing on one at a time. All my life so far, has been random big resolutions that fell flat in a few days. This time I am being realistic with my schedule and my time and my weaknesses.

How to get to that place where you are so ready to change that you actually do the work? I can’t do that for you. No one can. But I can tell you something — if you start forcing yourself to be disciplined in one area,  I can assure you that you will start being disciplined in other areas. It just works that way!

I declare – this is about as weird a post as I have ever written! I mean, I am not very disciplined!! Just ask my husband. 😀 But the fact is, I recently started changing. One thing at a time. One baby step towards the things I want.

I hope you can be encouraged to realistically consider what you are wanting to accomplish, and see what steps you can take to get there. Pray. Ask your wise friends. Then make a commitment.

What are you committing to, today?

The Great Battle Against Self.

the great battle against self

Hey mom-friends, I have some real-talk today. I want to say it real slow, so you don’t miss any of it. Lean in and listen, ok? It’s important. It has to do with your perception of me. You might look at my online life and say ‘wow! she takes pictures, has a blog, cooks, home-schools, etc. She must be so talented!‘ I’ve heard that before. And it makes me smile because it’s nice to get compliments. I enjoy cooking, photography, homemaking stuff, and all that.  But inside I cringe. Because I am not perfect. I struggle daily with my old enemy: SELF.

I want to be kind; self wants to lash out.
I want to be hospitable; self wants to lock the door.
I want to be loving; self wants to ignore.
I want to be forgiving; self wants to relive the pain.
I want to be cheerful; self wants to be gloomy.
I want to be a prayer warrior; self wants to hit snooze.

The great battle of this Christian life is not physical, but spiritual. My spirit, warring with my Self. War is not fun. It is ugly and there are casualties. Often, I am left bleeding and wounded after a battle. I lay there minute, gasping for air, getting my breath back, so I can crawl to my feet again and face another round. It’s not easy, this fighting and struggling. It’s hard.

The one thing that makes it easier?
Don’t feed the enemy. Self gets weaker if you never feed her! Don’t allow self to feed on
vengeful thoughts,
gloomy thoughts,
resentful thoughts,
lazy thoughts.

You know that saying: “You can’t keep a bird from flying over your head, but you can keep it from building a nest in your hair“?

It’s the same way with sinful or self-pleasing thoughts. They may pop into your head, but you – and you alone – can choose to kick them out. Yes, they will pop into your head multiple times per day. Maybe several times an hour. Maybe you have to literally get up and do something else to get your mind re-routed and stop the thoughts. But stop them! Don’t be distressed because you keep having sinful thoughts; be distressed because you keep allowing them to stay. As long as you are fighting, you are alive, spiritually.

Of course, the staying power in the Christian life is the Holy Spirit, living in us. By His power alone can we overcome sin. Ask Him to fill you. Ask Him to empower you. Don’t settle for a common life. Reach for the Overcoming Life where you live in victory over sin. Don’t think that it can’t be done — just because you haven’t done it, and you don’t know anyone who has.

I have never climbed Mt. Everest and I can say with some assurance that I never will. 😉 I don’t even personally know anyone who has climbed it! But I believe it can be done. I believe even I could,  if I had a desire to, and trained myself. It would be foolishness to say that it can’t be done, just because neither I nor my friends have accomplished it.The Great Battle against self, and scaling mountains

The same goes for overcoming sin. Not all at once, not all in one day. But one stronghold after another – just like the Israelites laid waste to the giants and strongholds in the  Promised Land. The power comes from the Holy Spirit. The weapon is the Sword of the Spirit. (The Bible, God’s Word) Your protection is the armor of God: “having girded your loins with truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness,  and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; in addition to all, taking up the shield of faith with which you will be able to extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.” Ephesians 6:14-17

We are weak because we indulge our flesh — we give in to our earthly desires and passions. We need to get serious about overcoming sin, about dying to self – then we will grow. God wants us to grow and overcome, much more than we ourselves want it! Have faith. Believe that He is ready to help, willing to help, and eager to empower us!

The hurting among us.

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“I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.”   ― C.S. Lewis

 

“I had no idea!”
“You never said anything!”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”

I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t know. I can talk, alright. I talk too much, in my opinion. I say exactly what I think and why. I speak too quickly, too harshly, and all at full volume.

But.

When I am hurting, I don’t say much. (when I am hurt – then I often say something, regrettably) But when the pain is heart-wrenching and deep, when I cry myself to sleep from the pain, those hurts are hard to get out. I stuff them. Bury them under a breezy manner and quick smiles.

I bet you do it too. You feel scared. What people will think, or worse, what they will say. That must be where it starts – this fear of showing our hurts. We tried, when we were younger and full of trust. We shared, and they were not gentle with us. So we learned to stuff it. To hide it well.  Much too well. woodland fern

-If you knew that woman sitting next to you in church just experienced a miscarriage, you would stop judging her for missing 3 Sundays in a row. You might even hug her.

-if you knew that man ahead of you in the checkout line was still in shock over his wife leaving him – you would stop despising his unkempt appearance. You might even pray for him.

-If you knew that awkward girl was trying to recover from sexual abuse, you would stop telling people how ‘pathetic’ she is. You might even take her out for a meal.

-If you knew that person in the car ahead of you was crying from the pain of losing his child, you would not yell at him for driving so slowly. You might even cry too.

No, we do not judge and despise people when they are going through deep hurts. We sympathize. We are understanding and patient. The problem comes when we don’t know. We assume they are on the same busy path through life that we are following. We only see the tip of the iceberg, and like the Titanic – we don’t see the gigantic pain just under the surface.

See, most people don’t purposely add hurt to hurt. (some do, I’m not talking of those wretched people) Mostly, we try to sympathize and help each other. But still, we don’t share. It’s too private. The hurt is too raw, and besides, how and when and why do you even share how it feels to cry yourself to sleep over a pain that is 10 years old? 20 years old?  Isn’t there a statute of limitations on how long you’re allowed to grieve? Aren’t you supposed to ‘heal’ from childhood abuse, and get over it? “She wasn’t good enough for you anyways! Better fish in the sea!

No, my friend.

To you who are sad. Hurt. Grieving. It’s OK. Be happy if you can, grieve when you need to, feel the hurt when it comes. If you can find 1 or 2 strong and true friends who can handle your pain – that is ideal. I don’t know how I would’ve gotten through some of my deep sorrows in life, were it not for my faithful few friends.  Although, there comes a point when only God can comfort you. Only He knows your heart without words. He understands! Don’t hesitate to run to Him with your pain.

To you who are not in a season of sorrow or loss; be aware. Don’t be too quick to judge someone, especially someone you are not very close to. They likely haven’t told you that their job is unbearable, or their health is poor, or their favorite uncle just died. Be sensitive to everyone. Assume that there is more to their story than they’re telling you. Be merciful.

 

I went back east… a woodsy photo post.

My one sister had a birthday, another is headed to a  foreign mission, so my sisters and I all gathered for a few days together in Pennsylvania. It was good to reconnect in person. Facebook and texting have their place – but there is nothing quite like face to face and heart to heart.
Also – sis has a massage chair.
Nuf said.

Pennsylvania porch

Unlike me – a person who has no decorating sense – sis has a lovely home and tastefully decorated rooms. Check out her porch! I just want her to fix up my home. :)

Pennsylvania porch

I ate fresh tomatoes out of her garden – even a few late raspberries! I am a bit crazy about fresh veggies, after living in the barren West for 10 years. I mean, between the short season and critters around here, it’s pretty hard for me to grow a decent tomato. So I enjoyed her garden, even if it was at the tail-end of the season.

Spider and Zinnia Cosmos

We drove to the Flight 93 crash site, which was sobering. I can’t help but think about the spouses, kids, parents, siblings, friends – all saddened by the passing of loved ones. Leaving politics and theories out of the  picture, it is a heart-breaking memory.
Flight 93

Then we drove to Ohiopyle State park. Yep, that’s a real name, folks. It took me awhile to figure it out, haha! It had two falls, one low and wide, and one high and narrow. Bothe were pretty. It was rainy and misty and cloudy – but I loved it. I wanted to sit by the falls and drink in the mossy, woodsy air for a long time… but then it started raining.

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We took the ATV through the hills and hollers, i walked in the rain-damp woods and picked up acors for my western-raised kids who’ve rarely seen them, we stayed up much too late every night, talking. We ate pumpkin dessert with ice cream, drank gallons of fresh cider, laughed and yawned and discussed potty-training and teenagers. Oh, it was great! I can’t wait till next time.

Summer is nearly over…

My daughter with a pony she is riding for a friend.

My daughter with a pony she is riding for a friend.

Summer is going… slipping out on the welcome cool breezes of Fall, washed away in the all-day rains and covered up with sparkly frost. We welcomed Summer with open arms and faces upturned to the sun; we say goodbye peering over steaming mugs of coffee and pumpkin-scented candles. Each new season comes to us fresh and unsullied, promises of new memories to be made and new joys to be discovered.

Storm on the prairie.

Storm on the prairie.

This summer has been a busy one for me; saying goodbye to a foster baby, welcoming guests and friends into my home, and planning for a move. Yes – I did say move! We plan to move to a new home on a different ranch in the next few weeks. We are all excited about the move! It seems to be a great job opportunity for various reasons. Not so much financial – but who really does ranching for the financial benefit?! 😉 The new place promises more family time (working together), opportunity to learn better cattle and ranch management, and various other interests.

Medicine Bow River

Medicine Bow river

We will be a bit more remote – an hour from a real store – but that is fine with me. I do like my solitude, and have never been to a place too remote to suit me!

Meanwhile, I have been packing boxes and sorting junk – all that ‘stuff’ that seems to accumulate when you have a family! I sold a bunch, donated more, and pitched some stuff. Feels great to get rid of stuff we don’t need! My goal was to pare down to about half of our belongings till we move! I think I will be close to that goal! :)

My man is thick in haying season. Trying to wrap up the haying before we leave. We gave our boss here a month’s notice that we are leaving, as is standard ranch practice. He was very gracious and understanding about it all. I am thankful we can move on without hard feelings. We appreciate the generosity we’ve been shown here, and hope to remain friends.

Round bales on the ranch.

Round bales on the ranch.

We will be moving West – a couple hours west of Cheyenne. That’s all the more specific I will get. (I like a little privacy! 😉 ) But if you are from southern Wyoming, you may recognize this gorgeous mountain… This will be my new view. I can’t wait! Hoping to get many more photography opportunities in the next few years.

Elk Mountain.

Before the mountains were born
Or You gave birth to the earth and the world,
Even from everlasting to everlasting,
You are God.
Psalm 90:2

Church Camp and Being Real about Guilt.

rocky mountainsLast weekend our church retreated to the Rocky Mountains for its annual camping getaway. What started as a small idea and small group back in 2007, has become a much-anticipated event that includes our growing church group, and has moved from the dusty primitive campsite to a large church camp complete with cabins, showers, and (gasp!) a lodge! 😉 But I insist on cooking my meal over an open fire, because to me – the heart of camping is the meals; smoke burning eyes as we fry sausage and toast marshmallows over moody flames.

bacon frying

We always have good intentions about getting to camp early, because we hate setting up our tent in the dark. But more times than not, we have setbacks and come motoring in after the sun has set and the stars are glimmering through the tall pines. Flashlights to the rescue! We set up camp and the older kids ran over to the group fire to meet their friends. I stayed at the tent because my littlest was sleeping. I sat on a nearby picnic table and did some star-gazing. You have never seen the stars until you’ve seen them away from the light-pollution of civilization. We have some pretty amazing skies here at the ranch, but I too often don’t take time to stand outside at night and just look at them. I get a better sense of my smallness when I look upon the greatness that lies above me.

stars

Days at camp are full of games, hikes, and great food! Several of us enjoy camp cooking, so we get some delicious, smoky food, which always seems to taste better in the fresh air! Laughter and friends, cool breezes – scented with pine musk, wildflowers of every hue, calls of birds, and rushing mountain streams… So many beautiful reasons to spend a bit of time in the outdoors!child with flowers

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church friends

forest teepee

Being real: Hey girls, let me tell you something. I do not always like camping. It is not always magical. There have been several years we went with family or church at a cool time of the year, (30 degrees at night) and I did not enjoy it, and did not act Christlike. I allowed my flesh to dictate my actions, which resulted in my attitude being unbearable and my witness ruined. I have a genetic thyroid condition that causes me to be very sensitive to cold. Cold is not just ‘cold’ to me – it is actually painful. I would rather endure a burn or a cut or a broken bone than to be cold. I know – because I have had many injuries but nothing has been as bad as being cold. (childbirth is in a class all of its own) Anyways. So you could say I have an excuse for being grumpy when I get cold.

But do I?

No.

NO! Jesus died on the Cross to free me from sin. Allowing my carnal flesh and feelings to dictate my attitude and responses is nothing short of sin. We are more than conquerors through Him who loved us, and gave Himself for us. Romans 8:37
We have the victory in Christ! We have power of the Holy Spirit! There is no excuse for descending back into living by my feelings.

forest floraBut I sinned. I grumped and complained and whined about everything in general and the cold in particular. I’m guessing my friends would have been glad for me to just be gone – back to my warm house and away from their tired ears. But of course they didn’t say that.

I went home and soon fell under conviction about the whole thing. I cannot tell you the shame and guilt I struggled with for so long. Weeks. Months!
You see, Satan will distract you from the goodness of Jesus any way He can – whether through sin or guilt. If he can’t get you to sin, He will remind you daily of your sin and how badly you fell, and how much everyone must despise you, and how you will never grow… oh, he goes on and on. I tell you – go to your Father! Repent of your sin, ask His forgiveness, and get up. Get up, dear sister! You have hope in Jesus for the future. You can believe that God wants you to win over your sin more than you do. ( don’t you want your children to succeed even more than they do?!)ferns

If you fall into sin, don’t wallow like I did. The Bible tells us that a righteous man falls seven times and gets back up each time.  Proverbs 24:16 Satan would love to see you defeated and miserable. Jesus wants to see you victorious over sin and guilt. He is praying for you! How can you fail with Jesus praying for you?! 

And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God. Romans 8:27

You must be seeking to be a disciple of Jesus, though. God knows the thoughts and intents of your heart, and He knows if you truly desire fellowship with him, or just rescue from Hell. It is common and easy to want rescue from Hell, and still be totally fine with your carnal, self-seeking ways. You will not get victory over your sin if this is your mindset.mountain stream

I want to have fellowship with my Father – I want victory over every sin in my life, because sin separates man from God. I want to know I am approved by God in my daily life. Like the disciples who followed Jesus everywhere, I want to walk with Jesus, sit with Him, talk with Him, understand what He means, follow Him everywhere! Jesus is the Bread of Life. I need to eat that Bread so my spirit can live!

I did accept the forgiveness Jesus offers, I laid down the guilt as well as the sin, and this year was so much more enjoyable at camp! It was warmer, so that made it much easier, but I would hope that I have grown over the past several years and would fall on the power of the Holy Spirit to carry me through even a cold camp graciously. It wasn’t perfect this year, is it ever? There were problems. But there were good times too – great conversations and bonding with my sisters from church. Praise God!toes in water