Our Life is Our Platform

Back in January a fellow believer prophesied over me. He told me many things and one thing stood out to me...he said that by the time my boys were middle school aged, that I would be speaking to people and changing lives. I've prayed about this since then. I asked God, what do I have to say that could change lives? His response was simple, "girl with  purpose". I felt this was His way of reassuring me that I don't have to worry about what I am going to say, but to rest in His purpose for me. I was talking about this with Luis and Ashley. I told them that I was ready and waiting for my platform. Luis told me not to wait for a platform, but to understand that our life is our platform.

I could have waited a very long time for a platform to come along, but that night I understood the significance of what Luis said. The life that we led in Christ gives us the opportunity to share Christ with others. When we look at ourselves and see the platform that is built upon Him, it's a wondrous thing. It's a true, unintimatding way to share Christ with others.

Here is my platform:

I'm a believer in Christ
I'm a wife, daughter, niece, cousin and friend
I'm a mom to two boys
I homeschool
I am in the process of setting up speech therapy for my five year old
I advocate for those that need it, whoever that might be
I love to take photographs
I enjoy cooking and baking and eating pizza
I write whenever the creative switch turns on
I love to scrapbook, but haven't had time to do in awhile
I understand the pain of losing a loved one and the hope of reuniting with them in heaven

In time, I will elaborate on each of these areas that make up my platform. My hope is to encourage maybe even inspire, but most importantly for Christ's love to shine through.

Many blessings!

Simplicity

Over the past two weeks I have been amazed by two things...

Pete the Cat I Love my White Shoes by Eric Litwin

Little Praise Party Happy Day Everyday www.yancynotnancy.com

My two boys love Pete the Cat and the music and videos from Yancy!! Let's just say that we had to go out and buy another Pete the Cat book because our first one became so worn in just a few days. As for Yancy's music...the boys learned all the songs in one day!! Everyone in the family knows them too and it's not uncommon for us to randomly start singing the songs.

Here's what amazes me so much about these two things...simplicity. Pete the Cat's story in simply told using a simple words. Yet after you finish reading, you want to read it again. Oh ya, and you find yourself singing, "I love my blue shoes" through out the day as well.

The same is true for the lyrics to Yancy's music. The lyrics are simple and straight forward, yet dynamic enough to create the warm fuzzies all over.

All this got me thinking about the simplicity of what it means to receive Jesus. Lately, I've heard people say that it's a sacrifice to follow Jesus and it will take a lot of work and dedication. Well here is the simplicity of it...it's not about your sacrifice, work or dedication, it's about Jesus' sacrifice,work and dedication to you. Jesus didn't come to burden you, he came to give you life. Luis explained this so clearly. He said that we receive Jesus the way we receive a gift. Typically a gift doesn't come with strings attached. Also,the person giving you the gift won't ask you to "commit your life" to their gift. So what am I getting at....we receive Jesus and his love for us and everything else simply follows. You begin to see His work in you, you begin to see how He is always faithful to you.

Do you worry about future sins or "falling off the wagon"? Are you thinking that you aren't "Christian" enough to receive Jesus? Well here's the beautiful thing...none of that matters. The only thing that matters is believing in what Jesus came to do for you...it's really that simple.

Be blessed and if you would like to be kept in prayer leave a comment or email me here

My Son, Arron

I'd like to share my son, Arron's, story. Arron is a healthy and happy five year old boy. Arron has always been on the timid side, a trait he gets from me. Arron was in daycare from the time he was a baby until he was about two and a half, in which he transitioned to Pre-school. Around the time of entering Pre-school, his dear aunt Cindy passed away at the age of 39. I saw a difference in my son. He was quiet and didn't smile as often. He'd frequently ask for his aunt. I also started to notice that when we'd ask him questions, he wouldn't answer.

Then one day I got a call from the Pre-school director that turned my world upside down. The director said a therapist was in his class working with another student. This therapist old the director that my son was displaying autistic characteristics. The characteristics were that he didn't want to join the group, he preferred to play alone and that he was playing with his shadow.

Now the preschool was apart of the agency that I was working for. The preschool was open to anyone, but primarily served our clients and their children. When the therapist found out that my son wasn't a client of the program, she told the director to disregard what she had said. I'm more than sure that this therapist was fishing for clients.

Anyway, I decided to follow up with my son's pediatrician. He didn't see anything to be concerned about, but did send us to a neurologist about my son's speech delay.

Here's where it gets interesting...the neurologist office put a shower cap thing on my son's head. He cried and kicked and screamed. The cap stayed on a total of 10 seconds. Now, I over heard the tech tell the family before us that only one parent could go in and both parent and child had to be completely still as to not distribute the frequencies. Hmmm? Disturb the frequencies? In all the neurologist can to the conclusion that my son had abnormal brain waves, would eventually have seizures and needed medication. What was that thing about the child being completely still? Oh and by the way, Dr. Neurologist couldn't tell me what the side effects of the meds would be.

Needless to say my husband and I turned our son over to God. We didn't put him on medication. We decided that we would let him grow and develop at his pace.

This has been such an experience in that it has matured my faith and has brought me to the understanding that the Lord is all that we need.

I prayed for my son everyday. This was a journey. At first, I felt that I had to use words to impress God, to make Him believe that my request was worthy of His attention. Then, I got to a point where I wouldn't pray for anything else because I didn't want to use up my 'credit' with the Lord. Please understand that when all this happened I was a newlywed with Christ. I had never heard the gospel before so everything was very new to me. I'm ever so thankful for my spiritual mentors, Luis and Ashley. They were the only ones that encouraged my family and I. Everyone else around us would say things like, 'well God wants your son to be that way.' 'That's what God gave you so you have to deal with it.' 'I don't think God can heal' 'you should just medicate him, that's why we have doctors'.

Luis and Ashley spoke Life into us. They assured me that it was ok to ask and pray for healing. Not only that, but, Christ wants us to be whole. When He died for our sins, he also died for our illnesses and brokenness.

It took time for all this to filter in. My prayers changed and once I had effortless faith, I began to see mountains move right before my eyes. I began to talk to God and pray for small things to happen with my son. I remember one night praying that Arron would answer the question of a stranger. See he would answer questions that family members would ask him, but if we were out in public and a waitress or cashier would ask him something he wouldn't answer. Well the next day we went out to eat and the waitress asked him a question about his hat, to which he answered. Tears filled my eyes and my husband asked what was wrong, to which I replied, "I prayed for that very thing last night".

There have been many answered prayers and Arron continues to grow and develop. At his five year check up his doctor felt he was doing well, but just needed some extra support to help his speech development. He suggested a speech therapist. I agreed and we have our initial appointment tomorrow. At the end of Arron's doctor appointment, his doctor said something that blew me away. He said, "I truly believe that the Lords provides us with all things, and the work I see in Arron is clearly His work. I also believe the prayer of a faithful man or women can move a mountain and I see that mountain moving in Arron". Needless to say I cried and cried and cried. But I also saw the Lord giving me confirmation and assuring me of His faithfulness to us.

My hope in sharing Arron's story is to offer encouragement that the Lord is faithful. Whatever it is that you are walking in the Lord is walking with you and He will bring you through. Also, continue to talk to God. Sometimes our prayers are answered immediately and often times we see our prayers answered later. The important thing to know is that God will come through for you, He won't abandon you.

One verse that encourages me is
2 Corinthians 5:7
For we live by believing and not by seeing.

The Lord showed me that even when the brokenness of this world is standing right in front of you and you can 'see' it, that doesn't mean it's truth. What is true is God's word and His promises for us. Truth that He is the authority over all things and that He loves us and wants us to be whole.

Thank you for reading. I know it was somewhat lengthy. If I can keep you in prayer about something, please email me.

Many blessings!

I'm a Men's Restroom Stalker

Recently my five year old son told me that "he's a man" now. As a result he will only use the men's restroom when we are out somewhere. Before this declaration of manhood, I would take him into the ladies restroom with me. So now I've become the men's room stalker. I go over the list of do's and dont's...You know the typical things

Flush the toilet
Wash your hands...with soap
If someone comes up to you, run out

While my "man" goes off where my eye can't see, I wait at the men's room door, stalk, so to say. I've had a few men give me funny looks, but many give me that empathic look to acknowledge that I'm the mama bear waiting for my cub. Sometimes I hold the door open with my foot and I've been known to go into an empty men's room to assist my independent man reach the paper towels.

In this new found territory of my son's independence, I've been trying to come to terms that he's becoming more independent and I'm not as "cool" as I used to be. I cried and moped around for a few days missing the little boy that would hold my hand and freely give me kisses in public. Then a ray of sunshine broke through my gray cloud of mopiness when, in the middle of the night, my son woke up to go to the bathroom and called out for momma, "Momma I need your help! It's too dark in here, I'm scared". I smiled, rolled out of bed and accompanied my "man" to our bathroom, realizing that he's still my little boy.

Thank You Jesus!!!!

My mom has been great friends with Hector since before I was born. Hector is more like family. About three months ago Hector was diagnosed with cancer. It was found at a stage one. He has surgery to remove a tumor an had chemo therapy. Hector went for his follow up after treatment and received great news...no more cancer!

We were devastated when he began to feel sick again. Eight weeks after the initially treatment, the cancer returned. He had surgery this past Tuesday to remove another tumor and to see how far the cancer had spread. The doctor told him that if the cancer had roots, he would be terminal.

We prayed and prayed for Hector. Today we received great news...the cancer ha not spread an it didn't have roots. Hector is NOT terminal!! Hector will have to go through one round of chemo therapy.

I thank the Lord for His faithfulness and bringing Hector through. I'm reminded that we live in a broken world and are susceptible to it's brokenness, but Jesus overcame this brokenness. His word is above all things and He remains faithful in His promises to us. The issues of this world do not define us. It is Christ that lives in us that defines us.

We love you Hector!

Pierced 4Us

Let me introduce you to my cousin Robbie.

Since my aunt Cindy, Robbie's mom, told me that she was pregnant, I loved this boy! I was eight or nine years old when he was born and I considered him mine. I was convinced that my aunt had him for me. I couldn't leave my aunt's side when she was pregnant with this boy. I went with her to all her doctors appointments, I picked out clothes for him and prepared his room for his homecoming. He was born on Christmas day in 1990.  He came home from the hospital on New Year's Eve. I was so excited! I changed his diapers, fed him and held him like the little baby he was. Now he is a 21 year old man and I still love this boy and still consider him mine. He is a gentle giant and for awhile I called him my big bear, but he's a grown up now so...we call him Bobba! I laugh as I write this. This boy has the biggest, warmest heart I've ever seen in a person. My boys love their Robbie and want to be around him all the time. Robbie felt the Lord calling him to play music. Robbie has since started a band and he named it Pierced 4Us. Robbie is super talented and has big dreams for his band. Did I mention that this boy has courage and strength that can only be sourced from the Lord. His mom, my aunt, passed away almost three years ago. Both at tender ages, my aunt at 39 and Robbie 18. Since he has stepped in to care for his little brother, who was 8 at the time of my aunt's passing. This boy is amazingly humble and I want to share his talents with you.

 Please check out his video, which is a teaser to one of his band's original songs. 

Shared Fences

My mom is/was a huge fan of Desperate Housewives. I sat with her the other day and we watched the last show. The women were gathered around a poker table, talking about all they had gone through together. One of the characters said that "many neighbors only share fences".

One of my neighbors has lived across the street from me for ten years. We never introduced ourselves to each other. There was just that awkward unacknowledgment of each other. All I knew was that my neighbor was a single mom with three boys. Over the years the neighbor's sons grew up and attracted an unfavorable group of friends. The result, gun violence. Who was the cause of this, I don't know. Was it my neighbor's sons or their friends? I didn't know, but I reacted. Did I talk with the neighbors to get their side of the story? Did I petition for more police patrol? Did I pray for them and love them as we are called to do? No, I took the easy road. I lifted a single blade from the blind of my window and made judgments. I stood behind the safety of my fence and pointed the finger.

Within time, the unfavorable group of friends moved away and things settled down. But the awkwardness and judgments made in fear and ignorance were still there. I felt the gentle guiding of the Lord to reach out to my neighbor. Day and night I rehearsed what I would say to her and thought of worst case scenarios. How should I approach her? Wildly wave at her as she drove past me as I "so happened" to be outside? Ring her doorbell and tell her I was there just to say 'hi'. No, something better, I'd bake some cupcakes, take them to her and say that my son wanted to give them to her. Kids always melt hearts, right? After all this, I did what I should have done in the first place and prayed. I asked God to give me the opportunity to talk to her and that He would give me an open door.

My open door flung wide open on Halloween night. My husband came home from work and said the neighbors were getting ready for a party because he saw them carry in a ton of ice. I was getting my boys ready to go out trick' er treating and I noticed that my neighbor was sitting outside with a huge bowl of candy. 'Here's your opportunity', whispered our Lord. So I crossed the street with Sheriff Woody and Buzz Lightyear. My boys got their treats and I made small talk about her new dog. It was a brief conversation and right before I turned to leave, she reached into a large ice chest and asked if I'd like a water for myself and a juice box for my boys. She acknowledged the warm weather and all the walking we would be doing. I thanked her and took her up on her offer. There was no party at her house that night, just a bunch of trick'er treaters leaving with candy, water and juice.

My family and I learned a huge lesson and realized that we had been wrong in our unwarranted judgments. We believed that it was easier to judge and ignore. In the past few months my neighbor and I  have become really good friends. My neighbor is a really nice person with a very kind heart. I'm somewhat bummed that I missed out on having such a great friend for so many years. But I'm thankful that in the process that I learned something about myself and gained a great friend.

Life has been so much better now that we are neighborly with our neighbor. This enthusiasm has spread and eve gotten to know a few more of our neighbors. It's so much nicer to smile and wave an occasionally chit chat at the fence. It's so much better than standing alone in my own little yard, avoiding eye contact as the neighbor drives by.

All this got me thinking, how often do we keep ourselves in our own little yard? How often are we willing to share more than just a fence?

Need a Prayer?

Praise God, who did not ignore my prayer or withdraw His unfailing love from me. Psalm 66:20

My great friend, Ashley, and I will be meeting regularly to pray about any and everything that the Lord brings before us. Prayer is so amazing because you have the opportunity to share what is on your heart with God. The greater part is that you have the undivided attention of the Creator of the universe to listen to you. Talk about VIP treatment! I used to believe that I had to speak eloquently when praying, but I've come to understand that God doesn't want a facade, He wants to hear from me and from you. I encourage you to talk to Him the way you would talk to a dear friend.

It's also encouraging when others pray for you or with you. If you would like us to pray for you, send me an email under the "contact me tab".

Many blesssings!

Happy Birthday Ethan!!

My little man turns 2 today! I read a comic strip where the mom is looking at her son and she says, "the days are long, but the years are short". How this is so true. The sleepless nights, the chasing after a crawling boy, and now I'm a referee between two brothers :-). How those days seem soooo long, but when I look at this guy today, I feel like it was just yesterday when I saw him for the first time.

I'd like to share a birthday prayer for my Ethan Sammy. Dear Heavenly Father, I thank you for blessing me with Ethan. I pray that you would continue to guide him and lead him to you. I pray that he would find happiness in life's simple things and that he would grow into an godly, honorable man.

Hello There

Hello there, so you've stumbled across this newly created blog of mine. I've thought about blogging for awhile, but shyed away. Tonight I was encouraged and given a special blessing from our Father in Heaven and so I find myself sitting in front of my computer typing the "first" post. Previous apprehensions and self discouragement are replaced with encouragement and excitement. I chose to call this blog, "Walking in His Faithfulness",because the Lord has shown me that He is always with me. It is in His faithfulness that I am able to live loved regardless of the circumstances of this world. I have hopes and dreams of sharing great things with you in the future. In hopes, things that will be an encouragement or perhaps inspiration for you. The most important thing that I can share with you, right now, is that Jesus loves us. That's right He loves you and He is faithful in His promises to you. If you are searching for God or have questions or simply are curious about who Jesus is and what His promises are, I encourage you to visit this website, http://www.axiomministries.com/

Now a little bit about the lady at the keyboard. I am a believer in Christ, homeschooling mom to two rambunctious boys, Arron 5 and Ethan 2, wife, daughter, aspiring children's book writer, social worker, activist and friend.

At the moment I can't say what is to become of this blog. What I do know is that I will follow the Lord's leading. I hope you will join me in seeing where this leads.

Many blessings!