So, apparently, I'm a Smarty Pants...

Joshua and I went to Creegen's Irish Pub in NLR for date night (before we went to see WWE...my man knows that I love John Cena).  I tried a wine that was listed on their wine list.  Unusual for me because I hate wine.  If I wanted to drink rotten grape juice, I'd make it at home for cheap.  But, the way that this wine was described, it sounded pretty awesome.  So, I tried it...and it was awesome!!  I've never had wine and liked it, but I loved this one.  So, I decided to check out their website:  Middle Sister Wines

Each of their wines is a different personality...and, apparently, I'm a Smarty Pants.  Take the quiz and see which "Middle Sister" you are...

"Bosnia...they don't have roads, but they have Facebook."

I just recently (last night actually) saw the movie "The Social Network."  I was putting it off for a long time for 2 reasons:  1) I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook.  2) I loathe Brenda Song and dread watching her in anything.  Unfortunately, she will not have the same success as David Duchvony in breaking character stereotypes (David Duchvony is such an amazing actor that when you see him in other stuff, you see him as the character he is playing and not as "Fox Mulder."  Brenda Song will always be "London Tipton."  She will always be fake and annoying).

So, I watched it and I loved it.  I loved the story being told through the depositions of the lawsuits.  I loved that there were a lot of relatively unknown faces.  I was glad to see Jesse Eisenberg finally step out of his stereotypical role of sarcastic comedy into a sarcastic drama (obviously, sarcasm is his forte and what he's great at).  I was extremely impressed by Andrew Garfield.  In my opinion, he probably deserved an Oscar nod as much as Eisenberg (I haven't seen "The Kids Are All Right," but I can't imagine Mark Ruffalo doing a better job than Garfield). 

I was totally and completely unimpressed and annoyed by Justin Timberlake as Sean Parker, the founder of Napster.  I found it really ironic that JT played Sean Parker considering that Napster probably ripped JT off at one point or another (NSync or solo).  Basically, JT played himself...hence, not really acting, but just memorizing lines.  I wonder if it Garfield himself was actually annoyed with JT and not just Garfield's character...Fincher is such an amazing director, it was actually disappointing to see him cast JT.  But, if the real Sean Parker is that annoying, then maybe Fincher cast the right guy...

Now that my inner movie critic has had her say, I must say that watching this movie makes me want to fast from FB.  The circumstances surrounding it's founding are a little tragedic.  If Eisenberg played Zuckerberg accurately then he is the definition of a jerk (and other words that are unmentionable on a blog, at least for me)...and you don't want him to succeed at anything...so, you don't want to keep using Facebook.  He was a sad, pathetic, lonely, bitter, egotisitcal, pompous nerd.  And he used Facebook to make himself ridiculously rich and, relatively, powerful.  Somewhat thumbing his nose at all those jocks and popular kids that made fun of him his whole life.  You know what...that's usually what happens.  The nerds become the success stories.  But, the nerds usually get their revenge, learn their lesson, and then become happier, more productive, contributing members of society...realizing that they are now being the jerks that they hated their whole lives.  But, Zuckerberg is still a cocky, bitter, jerk (or at least the movie portrays him that way).  One line in the movie is, "You know, Mark, you're not an asshole, but you are trying really hard to be one." 

I think the more tragedic side of the "The Social Network" is the world-wide culture it has created.  Working with college students, I can defnitely say that this generation is a group of young people and students that have more than 500 friends on Facebook, but cannot have a face-to-face conversation with someone without appearing socially awkward or having a panic attack...or complaining that such conversation has to take place. 

Facebook has created a generation that would rather sit behind a computer and have a conversation with someone than to sit across a table to have a conversation with them.  Facebook has created a generation that cannot function without Facebook, using it as their primary means of communication with others (even over phone calls and emails).  The term "Facebook Me" has become part of our everyday conversations.  Young people and students play out their joys, fears, frustrations, and relationships with other people over their Facebook status.  Someone hurts your feelings and you're mad about it, just post a snide, sarcastic remark on Facebook...because that helps reconcile the situation (she says sarcastically!).  Though, it does say something to Facebook's credit that most employers now view their potential staff's Facebook pages to "see who they really are" before hiring them.  Kudos, Facebook...you have even the corporate world making you essential, no longer just "social" media.

My point:  I cannot change the pace at which the world evolves technologically.  I will still use Facebook (and Twitter) because of their place in our culture and society...and to work with college students is to work through Facebook.  I can only pray that I am a sufficient filter for my children that they learn that their Facebook page doesn't define who you are...what you choose to put on your Facebook page does.  Unfortunately, this is what people see when they look at you (not in whole, but in part).  I want to raise my children to be able to have a face-to-face conversation with people and enjoy the company of people.  I say this as somewhat a hypocrite as I do not, normally, enjoy the company of other people (what can I say, I'm a "loner").  But, it's not an excuse...God wants us to grow and change.  I can only be responsible for my little part of the world...and that is my family.  I can only pray that I can teach my children what their priorities in the world should be and how they should conduct themselves as productive members of this American society.

This has never happened to me before...

Last week, Ruthie and Zeke attended VBS at Joshua's parents' church every morning from 9am to 12noon. They go to AWANA there on Wednesday nights, so they were excited about it (plus, Joshua's middle brother, Shea, is one of the primary children's workers). This was great for me...alone time!
On Wednesday, I was scheduled to meet with my good friend, Amber, at Cracker Barrel. Amber suggested that we meet there which was okay with me...because Joshua's employment is "sketchy" I had just planned on not eating and enjoy our time together. I dropped the kids off at 9am at VBS and I went to Cracker Barrel. I got there that early because I wanted to use the time to sit by myself and do some "learning" on my own. So, I sat there from 9:15am to 10:30am listening to Mark Driscoll's sermon "Creation: God Makes" (from his "Doctrine" series). Because I knew that Mark Driscoll's sermons are, on average, at least an hour long, I figured I would have enough time to listen to the whole thing...undisturbed. Of course, I didn't listen to the entire sermon because I kept pausing it to take notes (4 pages front/back and only got through 1/2 of the sermon).
Amber got there at 10:30am. Even though I know that our family's financial situation is unstable, I decided to order something small/cheap to eat...I had forgotten to eat anything before I left the house...and I cannot take my meds without food (I've tried that before and learned that when my doctor said, "take it with food," it wasn't just a suggestion). We started talking and chatting...I was talking to her about a "lesson" I had learned from our time at a previous church we attended...that I believe the primary reason God had us there was for me to learn submission/obedience to my husband (and his leadership) and for Joshua to learn to accept/listen to the wise counsel of his wife. We discussed a few other things, etc.
The waitress came over and asked if we were ready for our check and we said we were. She then came back and said, "Your check has been taken care of." Amber and I looked at each other completely surprised. Basically, I was kinda freaked out: 1) #LetsBeHonest I'm slightly paranoid and it freaks me out that someone is watching me enough to make a decision whether or not they should pay for my meal. 2) I have never had this happen to me before...
A few minutes after that, this man came over to our table and tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Thanks for your testimony." Then, he walked off smiling. I have no idea who this man was, have never seen him before and, honestly, I'm not really sure what he's referring to. Was he talking about me sitting there for an hour listening to a sermon and taking notes? Did he overhear me talking about what God has taught me? I don't know.
But, I did walk away with a few conclusions: 1) I'm not paranoid, there are people watching you!! (hopefully, you take that as a joke!) 2) God, supernaturally, paid for my meal knowing that even $5 helps our budget right now. 3) The fact that people are watching me, seeing my testimony, and thanking me for it makes me wonder what people are thinking when I'm not "living up to" my testimony. 4) If a stranger can see this much of my testimony in a few minutes, what kind of testimony do I have with those I am closest to (Joshua, Ruthie, Zeke)? I have heard preachers, pastors, etc. say/teach a zillion times that as a Christian people are watching you...it's up to you what they are seeing...that 'you may be the only Jesus they see," "actions speak louder than words," "walk the walk not just talk the talk." But, I have never felt those statements more strongly than I did last Wednesday.
Anyway, all that is to say that God surprises us and provides for us when we least expect it, God surprises us and allows encouragement from others as evidence that He is using us, and "we are ambassadors for Christ" (2 Cor. 5:20) and that what we do/say has an affect on those around us.
PS On that Wednesday I was wearing a short-sleeved Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt and a jacket over it (because all restaurants set their thermostat at "freezing"), so he didn't see my tattoos...in case you were wondering. ;)

Summer Reading Program

We have been blessed to live in Saline County and to have The Saline County Public Library System (a public library in Benton and Bryant) that does so much...for free!  Our library is doing a Summer Reading Program for kids and adults.  They have a program for 0-7 years old and then a program for tweens, teenagers, and adults. 

The program for 0-7 years old is a "read to your child" for so many minutes a day (whatever is the goal for your child) and then mark it on the log they give to you (Monday through Friday).  You don't have to log the titles of the books, just that you read to your child for the goal that you have set (20 minutes for Ruthie and 15 minutes for Zeke...it ends up being the same amount of time because I read to them at the same time).  At the end of the week, you take the log to the library and they receive a prize for meeting their goals for that week.  At the end of the Summer Program, if they have met the goals for every week, they get a t-shirt. 

This is has been awesome for my homeschooling "curriculum"...Part of our "school time" each day is to have "reading time" where I read to them.  The great thing is that Ruthie has been a part of the ABC Dawson Cooperative Education Preschool for the last 2 years.  At the end of the year, the Co-op has given the kids a bunch of paperback books.  So, we have used those as part of our reading time.  I have been keeping a log of each book that we read, so that we can look back at the end of the summer and see how many books we've read (and to see if we can keep from reading the same book twice).  We're also planning on checking out books from the library to read as well.  Not to mention that "Read-a-long" CD books count as well...anytime your child is being read to.  We also "count" our Bible Story time that we do as a family before bedtime as part of the reading time.  We use The Jesus Storybook Bible and it's awesome!

The library is also having a lot of events as part of the Summer Reading Program.  This last Monday (June 13) was the "kickoff" of the program.  They had a "Global Scavenger Hunt."  They gave you a "passport" and had different booths set up for different countries.  You go to each country and have your passport stamped.  It was fun, the adults participated, too (as part of the Adult Reading Program).  On the 23rd, they are having the Museum of Discovery come in to do a program.

The Adult Reading Program is different.  There is not a set Reading List.  You read whatever books you want and keep a list.  You get one point for each book you read and 3 points for each event you attend.  The goal is to get 50 points (and get a t-shirt).  That seemed a little steep to me, but you can read really short books, even some "juvenille" books, so that helps.

Anyway, this has been a good addition to our "curriculum" for our summer homeschooling.  The kids really look forward to our reading time...and to marking off their "X" on their page (and they don't even know that they get a prize at the end of the week yet!).

The Tools and Materials

For the actual education portion of our summer homeschooling, I am using workbooks. 

For Ruthie, the workbook is called "Summer Bridging Activities" (Pre-K to K) and I got it at Mardel for $14.99 (plus tax).  It's basically a workbook that is a review from everything she has learned in Preschool this last year.  Her teacher reminded her class that "If you don't use it, you lose it." (Which I have found is also true about foreign languages)  This portion of our day, for Ruthie anyway, goes by pretty quickly.  Her Pre-K teachers mentioned to us that she is fairly advanced and is definitely ready for kindergarten.  Right now, she is really into coloring, puzzles, and watching episodes of TV shows on PBS.  Her favorite is "Fetch with Ruff Ruffman."  She does not take a nap and really never has...not even as an infant.  But, her teachers actually got her to take naps in her Pre-K class and for the last 2 days, she has taken a small one.  And that has been nice...because mom needs a nap, too.

For Zeke, the workbook is a Preschool Workbook that I found at WalMart for $24.99, but I couldn't find a link to it.  It's mostly learning colors, shapes, etc.  He mostly scribles on the pages, but Ruthie is helping him learn the colors.  Zeke has been my challenge because he has a short attention span and is in that 3 year old phase...requiring a lot of discipline.

For our "Devotional Time," we are learning The 10 Commandments.  Each week, we go over the same ones every day (like this week, we go over 1, 2, & 3 every day).  For the month of June, that will be our Devotional time.  At night we, as a family, read a Bible story from The Jesus Storybook Bible.  We've read through it 7 times and it is awesome.

Now, you may be wondering about the P.E. portion of our day...We have outside playtime in the morning for about an hour.  They play in the backyard while I sit on the porch.  Because of my UV allergy, I can't actually stay outside in the sun with them for very long.  But, the real P.E. time is with Joshua when he gets home from work.  He takes them to ride their bike, jump on the trampoline, play on the swingset (more than in the morning), and splash around in the blow-up pool he got at WalMart for $10.  I've always been the "inside" parent and he's been the "outside" parent.  Our nextdoor neighbor came over to ask if she could have an egg for something she was making.  She said, "So, I notice that I never see you outside with your kids, it's just your husband...why aren't you ever outside with them"  I told her I was allergic to UV rays (essentially, the sun).  She said, "That's probably why you're so pale, huh?  Well, you're husband is so good with them."  Ya think?  Tact much?  I'm use to that kind of reaction.  But, I did resent the implication that I'm not as good of a parent.

The Schedule

Not only do I thrive on a schedule, but so do my kids.  When they were both home with me, we had a pretty strict schedule.  Ruthie had a set schedule in preschool and I wanted to continue that with our summer homeschooling.  So, here's the schedule:

7:30am to 8:00am        Get Dressed, Brush Teeth & Hair

                                   Make Beds, Straighten up rooms

8:00am to 9:00am        Breakfast

                                   TV Time

9:00am to 10:00am       Devotional/Scripture of the Week

                                   Daily Reading Time

10:00am to 11:00am        Backyard Playtime

11:00am to 12:00am        Lunch

                                   TV Time

12:00pm to 3:00pm              Nap Time—Zeke

                                   Quiet Time—Ruthie

(Computer, DVD, Reading, Napping)

3:00pm to 5:00pm        Snack

                                   Movie

5:00pm to 5:30pm        Playtime with Dad

5:30pm to 6:00pm        Supper

6:00pm to 7:00pm        Outside Playtime with Dad

7:00pm to 8:00pm        Bathtime

8:00pm to 8:30pm        Clean-up Rooms/Toys

8:30pm to 9:00pm        Bible Storytime

                                   Good Night Songs

9:00pm                        Bedtime

So, if it looks like a person with OCD constructed this schedule...it's because she did.  And when I say she, I mean me.  I am one of those people that likes knowing what's coming next.  Josh gets a little irritated because he is not one of those people.  But, since I'm the one home all day doing this, we do it "my way" somewhat.  So far, it has worked out and the kids have been cooperative. :)

Confirmation...

So, God has put it on our hearts (mine and Joshua's) for a while that we want to homeschool.  Actually, we have known it since before Ruthie was born, but I "fell ill" after Ruthie was born and it looked like an impossibility.  I got pretty sick and went from doctor to doctor to find a diagnosis and treatment.  After Zeke was born, I found an awesome doctor who did both.  We also dealt with some behavior problems with Ruthie.  We felt that her attending a preschool with a structured schedule would be good for her (and it was), also I was still dealing with some flare ups that are standard for autoimmune disorders. 

Though it was still a desire (and a calling, we felt) for us to homeschool, it was looking more and more like an impossibility.  But, turns out that the structure of public preschool was great for Ruthie and her behavior became better, more manageable.  Also, my Remicade infusion therapy had my flare-ups, basically under control.  We praise God for Dr. Chi and his wisdome...and endurance and insistance that the drug company pay for my Remicade treatments (because it's never been used for my condition before).

Although, we feel that Ruthie should attend kindergarten in the fall, Zeke will be at home with me for another year (for preschool).  Then he will be in kindergarten.  After that, we'll see what God has in store.  But, for now, we have some confirmation...This summer is our "test run."

#shakennotforsaken

I've been experiencing a lot of health issues lately (unexplained anemia and high blood pressure mostly).  When this all started to happen, I thought it was "funny" that it was happening during the current series at MidTowne, "Shaken"..."funny" meaning completely perfect in God's timing. ;) 

 

For me, being #shakennotforsaken is:

 

1)  Remembering the blessing of having a husband that takes care of me and our kids...and allowing that blessing in my life.  Most of us have that sort of blessing in our lives, but do not allow it due to our own pride.  That blessing may not come in the form of an awesome husband like mine, but in other brothers and sisters in Christ.

The most difficult part of this type of suffering is that it doesn't just affect me, but our entire family.  As a stay-at-home mom/homemaker, my job is to take care of my family and our house.  This is much more difficult to do when there are days that you physically cannot get out of bed and days where it seems too daunting to.

In the past, Joshua has had to become a "single dad," taking care of the household chores, meals, and our children (and everything that comes with that).  He is a very "hands on" dad and that has been a comfort for me, but I can't help but feel that I am letting my family down.  Joshua also reminds me that our circumstances are not a surprise to God and that He will give our kids grace (as He gives us grace) to deal with these circumstances.  God gives us grace moment-by-moment, not for tomorrow, but for each day as it comes.

 

2)  Remembering God's sovereignty...the truth is that we (our family, particularly Joshua and I) have been though this type of suffering before.  I was experiencing symptoms that could not be explained by the various doctors that I counsulted.  We prayed for a wise doctor, diagnosis, and treatment.  But, we also believed in God's complete sovereignty...God will do what glorifies Himself and it may not glorify Him for me to be healed, but to live in the current circumstance, for whatever reason, believing that would glorify Him the most.  

Now that I am experiencing somewhat unexplained symptoms and physical ailments/discomfort yet again, I am finding myself back at that place of longing, yearning, and trusting in God's sovereignty...total dependence on Him.  There are days that are exhausting; physically, emotionally, and spiritually, but I pray for healing and comfort.

 

3)  Remembering to trust the wise counsel that God has perfectly placed in my life...meaning my doctors.  Dr. Chi, my rheumatologist, has been a literal "lifesaver" as far as my physical health and Dr. Thompson, my psycharist, has been a literal "lifesaver" as far as my mental health.  Both are Christians and understand the importance of God's sovereignty in our (Joshua and I) approach to dealing with these circumstances.  They both have gone above and beyond what most doctors would...for that we are truly thankful.  They have given me every reason and indication to trust them, hence trusting God.  Trusting God and His provisions, in my opinion, is one of the most vital parts of being #shakennotforsaken.

 

4)  Remembering to take the right perspective.  So, I am notorious for quoting Relient K song lyrics...God speaks to many people in many different ways and for me, Matthew Thessien has been somewhat of a discipler in my life.  His lyrics are rich in Scripture (without quoting Scripture outright).  One of the lyrics that I have held on to during this time is, "When a nightmare finally does unfold, perspective is a lovely hand to hold..."  Though what I am facing is nowhere near a nightmare, it is still a great reminder to have a right perspective on your circumstances.

 

Paul Tripp says, "When you tell yourself that you're all alone in your struggles, you are believing an anti-gospel that forgets the presence of Christ."  That is the essence of being #shakennotforsaken.

my apologies

I have not written for a while because my life got crazy busy... 

I have been doing a lot of volunteer work for my sorority Sigma Sigma Sigma (http://www.sigmasigmasigma.org/) and that has taken up a lot of my time.  I am a National Officer for TriSigma serving in as part of a Regional Support Team for 2 chapters in Florida.  I am also now the Chapter Advisor for the Alpha Omicron chapter...which has proven to take up the most of my "Sigma time" or the time that I allow myself to work on Sigma stuff.

I am also volunteering for a "mommies group" (http://www.littlerockmommies.com/) as a Moderator (event planner).  I attend most of the events that I plan.  Proven to be a lot of fun and quality time with Zeke.

I am now part of a Bible Study group at my church that meets a few times a month.  It's been a great time of learning and fellowship...truly thankful for that.

Of course my family takes up a lot of my time...and I enjoy and look forward to every minute of that time.  I will more than likely be homeschooling Zeke in the fall, but Ruthie will attend school...for now.

God has really been moving in my life lately...showing me some deep rooted sin issues that I refuse to deal with until they were in my face (by God's design and purpose for me!).  Planning on getting more stuff on here in the future.  Please continue to be patient with me (for those who actually care what I have to say!).

Still torn...

Still struggling with some things...still torn about what I should be sharing to ultimately glorify God...

Torn...

I'm greatly debating, and praying, about things that I should share on this blog...and things that I shouldn't.  There are so many personal struggles in my life (struggles that effect almost everyone around me) that I really believe God allows me to go through for my sanctification and for others to be blessed and benefit from...But, in your flesh (and from the lies of the devil), you feel you will be rejected or looked down on.  And is part of what God wants to sanctify in me...the fear of sharing these things with people, letting them see who I really am and what I suffer through daily?

This is also an issue for me because once you put something on the internet...it is there forever and you can never take it back.  Should I allow something so personal to me become so public?  I mean, there is sitting down with a friend, having a cup of coffee, discussing what God is doing in your life and then there is allowing the whole world access to your heart, your struggles, and the gigantic, monstrous, painful thorns in your side.

Torn is a good word to describe me this week...

God vs. Others

I ran across this statement while doing my Beth Moore Bible Study today.  A few quotes from Beth:

"In moments like these, we learn where our confidence is.  However unintentionally, is it in the presence of other believers with stronger faith?"

"We'll never discover what God has empowered us to do personally if we are dependent on the presence of our leadership.  We'll never discover our strengths in the power of God if we keep drawing off another's."

These statements remind me of my favorite devotional out of my favorite devotional book, My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers.  This comes from the devotion for February 12 titled, "Are Listening to God?":

"We don't consciously and deliberately disobey God--we simply don't listen to Him...We show how little love we have for God by preferring to listen to His servants rather than to Him.  We like to listen to personal testimonies, but we don't want God Himself to speak to us.  Why are we so terrified  for God to speak to us?  It is because we know that when God speaks we must either do what He asks or tell Him we will not obey..."

"Am I constantly humilitating God by ignoring Him, while He lovingly continues to treat me as His child?"

Of course, this is not the entire devotional, but it highlights the main points (at least in my opinion!).  I tend to take other believers' word, stronger believers', over the Word of God.  It's easy to do.  I think we have a lot to learn through the servants of God, considering Proverbs 27:17.  But, I have so much to learn from God Himself.  And that is scary...I don't want to unintentionally choose to disobey God.  Listening to God...so much easier said than done... 

Grrr...

Seriously...Grrrr.  That's what I've heard for the last few weeks from Zeke.  When I ask him questions, talk to him, tell him to do something...he growls at me.  Where is this coming from?  I have no idea, but it's getting old.  He seems angry all the time and really emotional.  He also doesn't seem as close to me as he use to be...if that makes any sense.  I'm not so much liking this phase and I'm praying that we all learn whatever it is that we need to learn from this phase so it can move on!  I am trying to love/discipline my little boy the best way I can and this throws me for a loop.  Prayers are appreciated.

Filtered Love: Mark 12:30

Again with the Beth Moore study...Today I was reading over one of the studies and came across this: 

Christ never preached the annihilation of affection.  He taught the redirection of affection.  Human affection first directed to God and filtered through His Hands returns to us far healthier and fit for others.  That's one reason we are commanded to love Him first before we love others.  Love that goes through Him first is filtered.

Completely profound.  As a Christian, you are always told that God has a reason for everything He does, for everything He tells us to do.  But, you never think that God has a reason for telling us to do something and you should take Him literally and do it in the order that He tells you to...
 
Mark 12:30 says, "...'And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.'  The second is this: 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself.'  There is no other commandment greater than these."  

I know that I should love God and that I should love my neighbor, but I've never thought about there being a reason that He tells me to love Him before I love my neighbor...There are so many times that I try to love my neighbor (others) and I get so frustrated because it is so absolutely, ridiculously hard.  Apparently, it's because I've not filtered that love through God by loving Him first...truly loving Him first.  It makes so much more sense that He would have a reason for telling us to love God, then love your neighbor.  I want my love for others to be a healthy love and a love fit for others...what does that even look like, a love fit for others?  A love that displays Christ and sees others the way that Christ sees them.

The hardest part?  Others includes my husband and my children...I most definitely want to have a love that is fit for them, my primary ministry.

NOTE:  My baby Ezra Ruth turns 5 years old today.  We had her birthday party on Saturday, but today I took some little cupcakes to her class.  After school, Joshua met us at the library so that Ruthie could get her first library card.  She (and we) were so excited!  I can't believe that she is already 5 years old.  So many things I wish I could have done better, but there are so many days ahead!

We're all guilty of the same thing...

I'm reading through the Beth Moore study Jesus the One and Only today on Luke 7:36-50 about "A Sinful Woman Forgiven" and came across this sobering statement:

     "I am learning that my heart and mind are of greater importance to Him than my words and deeds.  Our innermost places desperately need daily purification.  Part of the process is recognizing and confessing the judgmental, impure, or critical thoughts before they can make their way to our mouths and our actions.  God really can change our negative thought processes, attitudes, and motives.  The process takes time and cooperation, however, because these thought patterns are just as much habital sin as the transgressions of the woman of ill repute."

Wow...how completely convicting.  So convicting, in fact, that it prompted me to search the Scriptures for some additional information.  Here is what I've found so far:

God knows our thoughts:

• The LORD saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every intention of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually.  Genesis 6:5
• ...He who teaches man knowledge-the LORD-knows the thoughts of man, that they are but a breath.  Psalm 94:10-11
• Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts.  Psalm 139:23

Habital Sin:

• For if we go on sinning deliberately after receiving the knowledge of the truth, there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins...  Hebrews 10:26
• We know that everyone who has been born of God does not keep on sinning, but he who was born of God protects him, and the evil one does not touch him.  1 John 5:18

Secret Sin:

• You have set our iniquities before You, our secret sins in the light of Your presence.  Psalm 90:8

God almost always uses song lyrics to speak to me and I use song lyrics as my means of prayer and there is a chorus that comes to mind:

"And we're all guilty of the same thing.  We think the thoughts whether or not we see them through..."   Forgiven by Relient K (Matthew Thessien)

A huge struggle of mine that I will probably write about over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over...you get the point!

Judge Amber: Matthew 7:1-5

Do you have one of those people in your life that you just cringe when they start to pen their mouth or cringe when they make a post on Facebook because you know what's coming?  Judgment.  There is a person in my life right now that is like that.  Most things that come out of her mouth are judgmental and critical.  Though everyone can be this way sometimes (and I am the first to admit that I am this way a lot!), it's more often with this person than normal.  She is a Christian and I believe it with my whole heart and do not question that at all, but her judgment of others causes others to believe that Christians are as equally judgmental.

There are some things that she says that make me fume with anger. I almost quit checking my FB because of her!  It was silly! I was starting to feel that having this person in my life was doing more harm to me than good (and she was) and that I had pretty much decided to completely write this person off and decide to not have anything else to do with her...until God reminded me that it's not all about me and my feelings...it's all about His glory.

So, I sat down today and made a list of things I wanted to pray for for this person and I am committing myself to pray for this person...and things to pray for myself...

• God to open her heart to see her judgmental thinking and how it is contradictory to what she is trying to accomplish

1"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. 3"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye. Matthew 7:1-5 NIV

13For judgment is without mercy to one who has shown no mercy. Mercy triumphs over judgment.
James 2:13 ESV

17A man who is kind benefits himself, but a cruel man hurts himself. Proverbs 11:17 ESV

• God will show her that her thinking, attitudes, and comments are doing more harm than good for the Kingdom by only leading to strife and not to peace

18If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Romans 12:18 NIV

19Let us therefore make every effort to do what leads to peace and to mutual edification. Romans 14:19 NIV

26Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another. Galatians 5:26 ESV

32 The lips of the godly speak helpful words, but the mouth of the wicked speaks perverse words. Proverbs 10:32 NLT

• God will continue to grow her in her faith and in maturity

20Brothers, do not be children in your thinking. Be infants in evil, but in your thinking be mature.
1 Corinthians 14:20 ESV

• God will continue to grow her into the godly woman that she desires to be

26She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
Proverbs 31:26 ESV

Prayers for Myself
Galatians 6:1-2 Brothers, if anyone is caught in any transgression, you who are spiritual should restore him in a spirit of gentleness. Keep watch on yourself, lest you too be tempted. Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
 
So, if you are reading this (then you are probably one of maybe 3 people) and thinking that it's you, then it probably is!  Haha! Just kidding!  Seriously, I will never tell anyone the name of this person.  I am not posting this hoping she will read it (in fact, I kinda hope she doesn't!).  I am only posting this as part of my desire to document my spiritual growth...and maybe offer some suggestions on how to pray for someone like this.  And if you have any suggestions to add, please comment below.

A Bout with Doubt?

In the Jesus the One and Only study that I did today, Beth Moore poses the question, "Has God ever taken you through your doubts to a place of greater faith?"  I think that we can all answer yes to that...

For me, it was when I watched a friend of mine cope with the death of her 60 day old baby girl and then watch her do the same thing when their second child, a baby boy, was born with the same undiagnosable disorder that their first baby was born with.  I believed that God wouldn't allow such a geniune and devoted Christian couple to go through such a painful ordeal twice, but He allowed it.

I remember asking my friend what she was really feeling and thinking, for her to be honest with me.  She said, "There are a lot of women who will never feel a baby inside of them, but God allowed me to feel that twice.  God is sovereign...Job 1:21, '...the LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.' (ESV)"  It was the best response...I admire her so much and I can only pray that would be my response to such a situation. 

Job 2:10, "...Shall we receive good from God, and shall we not receive evil?" (ESV)  Both verses equally sombering and equally display the definitation of His Sovereignty.

To Heal or Not to Heal: John 9:1-3

I was sitting here going through my Jesus The One and Only workbook (as part of the Ladies Bible Study at MidTowne Church) and part of the lesson, Beth Moore "discusses" Jesus healing the sick, using Luke 5 as a reference.  She mentions that in Luke 5:20 Jesus confirms that the man is healed by saying, "your sins are forgiven."  She states, "Many people in that ancient culture presumed that chronic illnesses or handicaps were somehow related to sin."  She also asks, "Does Christ's statement mean that all sickness results directly from an individual's sin?"  This is a question that been a question that I have encountered so many times in the last few years...

Because I do have a chronic illness and deal with it on a daily basis, the subject of sovereignty and healing has intrigued me.  I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder and, even with excellent care and treatment, I still struggle with symptoms.  It has definitely taken a toll on my husband, my kids, and our family as a whole.  My husband, Joshua, and I both know that God can heal me of this, it is well within his capabilities.  He is God. 

After reading James 5:13-15 (which states, "Is anyone among you suffering? Let him pray.  Is anyone cheerful?  Let him sing praise.  Is anyone among you sick?  Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord.  And the prayer of faith will save the one who is sick, and the Lord will raise him up.  And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven." ), Joshua and I asked the pastor of the church we were attending if we could do this...have the elders of the church anoint me with oil and have them pray over me...God means for His Word to be literal.  This particular church didn't have elders, but there were a few men that Joshua trusted and saw them worthy of an eldership position and he asked them if they would do this...and they did.  It was a moving experience and I know that I (and Joshua) was being obedient to God's Word.  Beth Moore states in the study, "Sometimes God allows us to explore the 'whys' of His instructions.  Other times He wants us to obey 'because He said so.'"

Though he was not the first, I had the pastor of this same church tell me that he didn't think I really believed that God would heal me and that is why God hadn't healed me yet.  Wow.  My response to him was (and still is), "God can heal me, but He may not choose to."  That is the sovereignty of God...God will do whatever brings Him the most glory and completely healing me of my disorder may not bring Him the most glory. 

I think that is why when I read John 9:1-3 as part of this Bible Study, it hit me so hard.  John 9:1-3 states, "As He passed by, He saw a man blind from birth.  And His disciples asked him, 'Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?'  Jesus answered, 'It was not that this man sinned, or his parents, but that the works of God might be displayed in him.'"  This verse intrigues me for two reasons:
1)  This man was blind from birth.  The only sin you could commit as a newborn infant is being born a human being because we are all sinful, we have a sin nature.  This man's blindness was not "caused" by any specific sin he committed...and, according to Jesus, not from any other persons' sin.
2)  This man's blindness was specifically part of God's Sovereign Will.  This man was born blind so that this specific event would occur.  God created us and knows us inside and out...Psalm 139:14-16 proclaims that.  God created this man to be blind so that Jesus could heal him...to give Himself glory.  In this instance, it brought God the most glory for this man to be healed; Jesus' teaching in these verses from this instance make that clear.

I think that most Christians (and non-believers as well) believe that if God doesn't heal someone completely of their illness/disorder/disease, then no healing has taken place.  That, from my experience, is simply not true.  In my case, I have an autoimmune disorder that took 4 years and 15 doctor appointments to diagnose and another year to find a suitable treatment.  Because with autoimmune disorders, you don't look sick and you do not display symptoms consistently, I had so many doctors tell me that there was nothing wrong with me, that I was a hypochronidiac and I should see a psychiatrist.  I probably should have taken them up on that offer because I was starting to feel crazy!!  I was not just physically exhausted, but also mentally, emotionally, spiritually exhausted from so many disappointing doctors appointments and so many vague test results. 

At that point in my life, I was just praying that God would give me a diagnosis...a doctor to look at me and tell me that I was actually sick.  And when Dr. Gray did that, I wept in his office.  Because Dr. Gray is an amazing Christian man and has dealt with autoimmune disorders, he knew exactly why I was crying...the joy of having a diagnosis.  Who knew you would feel joy when someone would look at you and tell you you are sick, but I did!  I felt...validated.  It was a freeing feeling.  This was my healing.  I could ask nothing else from God.  To me, the joy of having a disorder being diagnosed was an amazing healing experience.

I now know that part (not all, but part) of my healing was hearing Dr. Gray tell me I was sick.  But, healing comes in different forms...I now have a treatment.  I have infusion therapy every 6 weeks.  Those treatments are experience and we have experienced financial healing in that my rheumatologist has convinced the drug company that makes this drug treatment to finance my treatment for research (it has never been used for my disorder before).  If we did not have this financial healing, we would not be able to afford the treatment.

So, I am not completely healed...and I may never be.  All I can say to that is that I want God to do whatever will bring Him the most glory and me being completely healed may not do that...I want to pray for Him to do, through me, whatever will bring Him glory...and then be willing to do that.  Beth Moore also states in the study (and I agree wholeheartedly), "Although I don't pretend to understand how or why, some illnesses may serve more eternal purpose than healing, while other healings serve more purpose than illness."


I believe that God created me knowing that this illness would happen...and chose to create me anyway!  Am I saying that God created me to be sick?  Short answer: Yes, I do...but, it doesn't mean that He can't heal me from it.  It may mean that I am "sick" for the rest of my life, but I know that God has a purpose for it...He does for every action He takes. 
 
I have already had so many witnessing opportunities and opportunities to encourage other believers through the testimony of my illness...so many ways that "the works of God might be displayed" like in John 9:1-3.  I am truly sincere when I say that if one person, believer or non-believer, can benefit from my experience, then the "suffering" has been worth it.  It gives me great joy to see the look in someone's eyes when tI tell them, sincerely, "I know what you are going through" and actually mean it.  

Don't misunderstand me...I am not glorifying suffering (that would defeat the purpose of this post).  I pray that God would heal me, but if He never choses to, He will still be God.

My Spiritual Testimony

My Testimony of God’s Grace and Sovereignty

Amber L. Cochran

Therefore, brothers, be all the more diligent to make your calling and election sure…
2 Peter 1:10

Examine yourselves, to see whether you are in the faith. Test yourselves…
2 Corinthians 13:5

When I was 5 years old, I went to Vacation Bible School at a Baptist church in my community with my childhood friend, Misty. At the end of the week, the director (or pastor) gave an invitation: “The only way to go to heaven was to ask Jesus to come into your heart. If you want to ask Jesus to come into your heart, raise your hand.” Well, of course, I wanted to go to heaven, so I raised my hand. The director took all the kids who raised their hand to a room off to the side of the sanctuary where we had finished our VBS commencement ceremonies. The director said a prayer and we repeated. That was it—I was going to heaven. There was no spiritual growth in my life and I had no one to lead me in discipleship.

When I was a little older, I went to some sort of youth rally with my same friend, Misty. I don’t remember exactly how old I was and I suppose it’s not really that relevant now. The rally was at the Benton High School auditorium. I don’t remember what the speaker spoke about, just that he was older, Latino, loud, and excited. I remember feeling bad because of whatever he was saying and crying, but I don’t remember much more than that. There was no spiritual growth in my life and I had no one to lead me in discipleship.


When I was 12, my friend from school, Miranda, invited me to go to church (a charismatic church) with her, her mom, and her younger brother. Having gone to VBS with other friends and my aunt and uncle at Missionary Baptist churches, attending a charismatic church for the first time came as quite a shock…charismatic churches are much different than Baptist churches in their worship and services! At this church, I experienced a group of people who were warm, caring, loving, and didn’t care whether my parents came to church there (or tithed there) or what clothes I wore…they accepted me for who I was.


I began to attend this church with Miranda. Because my parents did not go to this church (or any church, they still do not neither they or my younger brother, Michael, are believers), I depended on Miranda’s mom and other church members for rides to church. I attended this church from the time I was 12 years old until I was almost 24 years old. During that time, I served as a Youth Ministry Leader, Drama Team Director, Church Camp Leader, Youth Choir Member, and Children’s Church Worker. Most of my close friendships in middle school, junior high, and high school were made at this church and I still maintain some of those friendships. Many of the adult youth leaders took me under their wings and taught me what they could about Christ. On February 13, 1994, I was baptized. Though I attended church and was actively involved in leadership, I never actually grew spiritually. In a charismatic church, it is rather easy to appear and feel that you are growing spiritually when you actually are not.

Throughout middle school, junior high school, and high school, I was a great kid. I obeyed my parents probably more than most kids my age did, I got excellent grades and attended honors and advanced classes, I was active in extracurricular activities…I never got in trouble or disappointed anyone. Looking back, I know that it was my natural inclination to please people and I really had no desire to do what other kids my age were doing…drugs, partying, etc. I had always told myself, “You are a Christian and Christians don’t do those things…especially youth leaders at their church.” That seemed to be a good enough reason not to fall into “rebellion.” I graduated Bryant High School in 1997 (as a member and officer of the National Honor Society) and began attending the University of Central Arkansas the fall of that year.


When I arrived at UCA, I began to seek out Christian friends…after all, that’s what Christians do…hang out with other Christians. I immediately got involved in Chi Alpha (XA) Christian Fellowship, a student ministry. I enjoyed attending XA events and made amazing and lasting friendships…some of my best friends now I met at XA. I became a part of the Student Staff and served as Drama Director, Small Group Leader, and other various positions. I also was privileged to go to Poland in the spring of 1998 as part of an XA mission trip…and it was an experience that I will never forget…I maintain some of the friendships that I made with our interpreters there.


Also during this time, I began to experience some emotional problems. I was always in a state of anxiety and panic…and sometimes deep depression. I felt guilty because a Christian wasn’t suppose to feel those things…It was a sin to worry and I should cast my cares on the Lord. For me, it was obviously easier said than done. My emotions were out of control and I had extreme mood swings. With the help of a boyfriend at the time, Jody, I was able to see a doctor and was diagnosed with a “chemical/hormonal imbalance.” The doctor gave me some medication and I (and everyone around me) began to see changes in my behavior…good changes.


In the spring of 1998, I joined Sigma Sigma Sigma sorority. I became very involved in the organization and served in many positions including Secretary, Treasurer, Panhellenic Representative, and Chaplain. I led a Bible study for the other sisters and took prayer requests at every chapter meeting. Along with a member of the Sigma Tau Gamma fraternity, I served as co-director of Greek Reach—an all Greek Bible study that Noble (our XA campus pastor) began. After graduation, I remember having a sister email me telling me how much she admired me in that she wished that she could have lived like I had in college…more focused on the important things like having a relationship with God. Throughout college, I never really grew spiritually. When you are extremely busy and exhausted most of the time, it is rather easy to appear and feel that you are growing spiritually when actually you are not.


In the spring of 2002, I began dating Joshua. During that summer, he went on a mission trip to southeast
Arkansas and the Dominican Republic, but we emailed each other when we could. After graduation in August 2002, I took a job with Sigma Sigma Sigma as a Leadership Consultant. I traveled to approximately 30 different colleges and universities through the US in approximately 9 months…usually a different school in a different state each week. I literally lived out of a suitcase. It was the most fun and exciting job that I had had to that point in my life.


I traveled to places that I would otherwise probably have never gotten to go (such as New York, Idaho, and Pennsylvania). I became close to the other consultants and they knew where I stood in my beliefs. Two of the consultants were lesbians and had asked me what I thought of them. I told them that I didn’t agree with what they were doing because God didn’t agree, but I loved them and they were my sisters…and I treated them accordingly. Being “raised” in church all my life, I knew exactly how to answer a question like that. Most of the sisters in the chapters that I went to knew that I was a Christian. If I didn’t tell them, they made an educated guess with me being from Arkansas.


I learned a lot about different religions during my travels meeting sisters who were Muslim, Jewish (one sister’s father was a Rabbi), Wiccan, and other religions that I wasn’t really exposed to being from the buckle of the “Bible Belt.” Though I was forward in my faith, I never really grew spiritually. When you are traveling to a different state every week, it’s rather easy to appear and feel that you are growing spiritually when you actually are not.


I remember in November of 2002 receiving a phone call from Joshua telling me that Tracy (my now sister-in-law) had been saved. I was shocked because her husband, Chad (Joshua’s oldest brother) was a strong Christian and…how does that happen?? In the same month, I received a letter when I was “stationed” at Grand Valley State University in Allendale, Michigan. She said that she wanted to write me to tell me what had happened…that she had been deceived by Satan that she was saved when she really was not. I read the letter in disbelief…how does that happen?? I also thought it was odd because, at the time, I wasn’t that close to Tracy. I knew her to be “Chad’s wife, Joshua’s sister-in-law,” but we were in the very beginnings of our friendship and I didn’t know or understand why she had taken all that time to write a letter to me personally to tell me of her experience (considering that she had small children to take care of…who has time to sit down and write a letter?).


I came home and Joshua and I continued dating. We had not seen each other in almost 9 months and had communication over the phone and through email. In December 2003, we became engaged and were married in June 2004. Joshua was exactly the kind of man that I wanted to marry: loved Jesus, spiritually strong, loved his family, and loved to serve people. During our engagement, we began attending MSBC (Markham Street Baptist Church) and, not surprisingly, began teaching in the junior high Sunday School class. I became close to the girls, even taking them and their moms on a “Passport to Purity” weekend retreat.


In September 2005, Ruthie was born and I went from working full-time at FamilyLife to staying at home full-time. Ruthie was a difficult baby and I had a very hard time adjusting to staying at home with her. I felt alone and sad all the time…no one understood what I went through with her and couldn’t understand why I wasn’t ecstatic to be at home with her all the time. I felt so guilty. Throughout this time, Joshua and I struggled in our marriage…mostly because of me. I had no desire to be close to him spiritually. He would initiate a Bible study with me and I would refuse to do it. He would initiate prayer time with me and I would refuse to pray with him. I knew that he was frustrated at my reaction to his attempts at becoming a spiritual leader for our family but, I didn’t really care.


Because of staff changes and doctrinal/theological issues, we left MSBC in July 2006 and began attending the Bible Church of Little Rock. It was a “breath of fresh air” in that we were receiving sound teaching…individually and together. When we went through the interview process with the elders (Shannon Earls and Mike Hefner), I was asked about the testimony that I had given them. I had mentioned that when we began to attend MSBC and I left Family Church, I started to see that everything that I had learned about the Lord or church was not necessarily biblical…and that had caused me to doubt my salvation. They asked if I still doubted and I said no. I believe at the time, I was telling the truth, but there was a small part of me (perhaps the still, small voice) that said, “but you’re not.” I had also written in my testimony that I had grown spiritually through the years, but looking back over those years, I realized that I really hadn’t.


Joshua and I continued to struggle in our marriage and I continued to struggle with being a wife, a mother, and a child of God. I was bitter, jealous, harsh, angry, and rebellious…not only to Joshua and Ruthie, but to everyone, including God. In December 2006, I became pregnant with Zeke and he was born in September 2007. His pregnancy was extremely difficult for me. I was extremely emotional and extremely moody. I was awful to everyone, especially Joshua, and I felt horrible all the time. I just attributed it to the fact that every pregnancy is different and what woman is not emotional when she’s pregnant. But, after he was born, it didn’t get better…it seemed to get worse. I continued to fight and rebel against Joshua in his attempts to grow together spiritually. I was angry at everyone and couldn’t understand why.


A few years ago, I met a girl named Amber. She is a High Priestess of Wicca and leads a coven in her home. I had begun to email her and ask her questions about her faith. She had expressed to me that most Christians only wanted to talk to her to “convert” her and no one really cared what she believed. I didn’t want to be one of those Christians. She began to email me and tell me about what she believed and why. I had checked out a book on Wicca written by a Christian from the library. One night I began reading it. It made me realize that if Amber were to ask me about my faith, I would not be prepared to answer her. I hadn’t memorized any Scripture and would not be able to defend my faith.


I told Joshua my concern. The conversation then turned into questions I had about my salvation. I told Joshua not only had I not been able to memorize any Scripture, but I didn’t really have a desire to…I didn’t feel “bad” when I sinned…I had never had a consistent “quiet time” with God in my life and didn’t really have a desire to. Joshua began asking me what I thought that meant. I told him that I wasn’t sure. He said, “Let’s look at what a believer should look like…they should have a desire to know God’s Word; they should feel conviction of the Holy Spirit when they have sinned and want to repent…Does that describe you?” I confessed that it did not. He asked me if I had ever submitted my life to God. I said I didn’t know, but I did. I had never really submitted my life to God. I felt a feeling come over me of panic…I had been deceived. My entire life, I had been deceived into believing that I was saved, but I really wasn’t. I had a considerable amount of head knowledge, but didn’t believe it or practice it. I felt ashamed and scared.


I told Joshua that I needed to be saved, I needed to completely and totally submit my life to God…but I was afraid that people would be disappointed in me. My entire life was the picture of hypocrisy. I had served in leadership in every organization that I had ever been a part of, most of those being “Christian” organizations…how could I serve as a leader, leading others to Christ and in Christ, if I had never been saved, never totally submitted my life to Christ? I felt ashamed and embarrassed that I had not realized this sooner. I had had feelings that something was wrong in my “walk with God”—mostly that it was nonexistent, but I had always convinced myself that I was a Christian and Satan was trying to make me doubt my salvation. But, I was never completely convinced or comforted.


Joshua assured me that being afraid that people would be disappointed in me was a lie from Satan. No one would be “disappointed” in me. I was embarrassed that I would have to go before everyone I know and tell them that I had been deceived…it was an overwhelming feeling. What would closest friends and family think of me? Joshua assured me that I shouldn’t be embarrassed that I had been deceived, but rejoice that God had opened my heart.


So, at 11:30pm on Monday, January 21, 2008, wearing a black Insanity Skate Shop t-shirt and Christmas pajama pants, I prayed for God to forgive me for never truly submitting my life to God, that I wanted Christ to come into my heart and save me from the wrath of God. With that, I felt a burden lift off of me. I had heard others believers describe this feeling when they gave their testimony, but I had never experienced it…now I knew what they were talking about. I immediately felt changed. I did not feel the anxiousness that was there before. I told Joshua that I had been saved. He told me that I should find a lady to share this with, that I should call Rebecca Markham (my best friend from MSBC, our youth pastor’s wife). I told him that I wanted to get baptized again, but wanted to wait a while before doing it. I wanted the fruit of the Spirit to show in my life as evidence of my salvation.


With the next few days, Joshua said that he could see a difference in my behavior and attitude…how I responded to people and circumstances was obviously different than before. I began to read verses that I had read all my life and they took on new meaning. Joshua asked me if I ever called Rebecca and I told him that I had not had a chance to with tasks of taking care of our home, etc. He said that I really needed to call her and tell her. I was now curious of why I should call her specifically and asked him why. He said that he had asked Bobby & Rebecca to commit to praying for me daily…that I was either deep into sin or I had not ever truly submitted my life to Christ. I asked him when had he called them to request this…he said early summer, in July (almost 7 months before I was saved). I was dumbfounded, but thankful for friends who pray for me. I asked him how long had he suspected this and he said at least a few years, probably back to when we were married 3 ½ years ago. I was even more dumfounded. I asked him why he hadn’t said anything and he said, “It’s not my place, God had to bring you to Himself…not me bringing you to Him.”


That night, Joshua helped me with a Bible study that I had started. We went though the questions together and prayed together when we were finished. He was very “teary-eyed” when we were done and I asked him why. He said, “This is what I have been praying for since we got married.” I began to get teary-eyed, too. I was so humbled that this wonderful man that God had given me had not given up on me, but prayed for God to open my heart and come to repentance. I am so thankful for him, beyond what words could describe. A close friend of ours is single and has just begun dating someone. I asked her to describe him and she said, “He is the closest that I will ever get to a ‘Josh Cochran’.”


I now know that even though I wasn’t saved when I was involved in all those organizations, even being in leadership in them, God was still using me to bring others to Himself. My experience VBS, Family Church, XA, SSS, MSBC were all in preparation to bring me to Himself. I know that all that time that seems. to my finite mind, to be wasted time wasn’t really wasted at all. That time and those experiences were not in vain. God uses many methods to bring people to repentance and I think (and pray) that those were His methods for me.


I also now know that (maybe) one reason God had impressed upon Tracy to write me the letter she wrote me about her salvation experience is because it is a lot (not exactly the same, but a lot) like my own experience…that Satan had deceived us both for such a long time and God, in His sovereignty, had opened our hearts and eyes much like He did with Lydia in the book of Acts. About a week before I was saved, I had found that letter that Tracy had written me so many years ago when I was going through some things. I re-read it. I even made a copy of it to give to her. I believe that ultimately, that was one more way that God was speaking to me. I believe that He knew that I would find that letter and that re-reading it would convict my heart. I am thankful for God’s timing…it is perfect.


So, that’s it…that’s how I was saved and how I became a child of God. It took almost 29 years, but God opened my heart and I came to repentance. I am thankful and I now look forward to everyday instead of waking up and dreading it. I know that I will still struggle with things that I struggled with before, but now I have hope that God can change those things in me. Now I have hope…period.


01/28/2008

Many people who sit under solid, biblical teaching of the true gospel each week will also die and face God as judge, rather than as Savior, Father, and Friend. Many professing believers live in the unperceived darkness of false faith and self-deception. They sit under strong teaching. They know the gospel message inside and out. They are immersed in church and ministry activities. They attend—maybe even teach—Bible studies. They appear to produce spiritual fruit. They look and sound like the authentic believers around them. The most frightening part is, that many people who are in that situation don’t even know it. They are self-deceived. They wear a mask of genuine conversion that fools others, and eventually, even fool themselves. They’ve played the part so long, they’ve convinced themselves their salvation is real. Tragically, many who sincerely believe they are saved and headed for heaven will be surprised to find themselves in hell. Knowing the facts of the gospel and having it penetrate the heart are two different things. Scripture is clear on the matter: it’s possible to have a perfect knowledge of the gospel and the Bible, and still not be saved.

--John MacArthur, “Saved or Self-Deceived”

I get so sidetracked

I have not done very well at keeping this blog updated...I get so sidetracked.  Even though I am the only one who reads this, I want to keep it updated.  I am going to try to do better...promise!