For His Glory

Last night our oldest son's team took first place in a well-known basketball tournament in Idaho. It was exciting, exhausting, and exhilarating all at once! My amazing husband has spent the last four years coaching these hard-working young men; not only coaching, but also being their advocate, youth pastor, counselor, father figure, and friend. The boys, along with their parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, brothers, and sisters have become like family to us. We have a pretty special thing going with this program and the people. But that is not why I'm blogging.  The date last night was December 30, 2017. The nostalgia of the date hit me suddenly as we settled into our Honda Pilot headed down Interstate 84, Wendy's frosties in hand. On this exact date, seven years earlier, my husband and I's divorce was finalized. We had been married six years (the number of man) when Satan decided to creep in on our marriage and family, ripping it apart from the inside ou...

Yesterday I was getting my Fitbit steps in at the gym. The entire town was fogged in and temperatures were dipping to well below freezing. What else could I do? I had been praying about something to blog about, but I wasn't going to blog just to blog. I really wanted to be inspired by the Holy Spirit. I pulled out my phone to the Gateway Bible app. I felt the Holy Spirit prompting me to read 1 Corinthians aloud. As I did He laid so many ideas on my heart. I was overwhelmed at the amount of thoughts racing through my spirit. I wondered if I'd ever be able to remember them when I got home; let alone get them all down. I was so blessed! That's when I knew the basis of this blog would be Scripture. After all it is entitled "For His Glory". Of course it should be inspired by Scripture. About a year ago my youngest son, Rasean, challenged me to read the entire Bible. Through a series of probing questions he discovered that was something I'd never taken on. Yest...

The darkened strand of Christmas lights on the bottom section of our artificial Christmas tree has bothered me since it was erected on November 24th. I dreaded the thought of finding the one "problem light" as I laboriously plotted along the cold, lonely strand bulb by bulb. I sat across the room from that tree for an entire month mindlessly thinking,  Why am I so OCD that I let stupid things like this bother me? Today the tree came down rusty, old ornament by shiny, new ornament as memories of another Christmas were gently packed into bins and hauled back to the garage for another eleven months. Before I decapitated the top section of the tree I paused... Do I take the time to check each bulb? It is getting late, and I could just do it next year when I put it back up; after all the rest of the family is hanging out and having fun. Not tonight. But my perfectionism got the best of me. I couldn't bear going through another season looking at those splotchy darkened patch...