My Obedience, God’s Provision

Five Minute Friday: PROVIDE

Yesterday, I attended a parent-teacher conference at my daughter’s school. While we waited for it to begin, I walked around hand-in-hand with my little girl as she proudly showed me where she eats her lunch, plays with her friends, and sits in her class. We observed art and poems created by students, and I marveled at how many of them proclaimed the glory of God — mind you, we live in a Hindu country. In another place, I saw encouragement for teachers to love their students patiently and unconditionally while being lead in teaching by the Holy Spirit.

I stood there in awe of God’s provision. I wasn’t looking for this school when we moved to this area. Nor had I any knowledge of who God had waiting for us in the homes surrounding our church plant or the Gospel-needy neighbors who would soon become my friends. He has provided far for our family in far greater ways than I ever anticipated.

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What really amazes me about this — and it shouldn’t because it is a Biblical concept — is that when I wasn’t trying to put all my ducks in a row, God ordered my steps. My husband followed the Lord’s direction coupled with His provision to decide where to plant our church, and I just went along with it. Based on that, we picked a home knowing not much else than its general location and basic amenities. In what may be perceived at an almost naive level, we trusted God to take care of everything else. We could only do that — it was all too much for us to think about on our own.

Yet, how wonderful it has all turned out. Often, I wonder what may have happened if I tried to find the home or the school first and structure everything around my own misplaced priorities. How there would be a family without a church, a young man wanting to serve God with no training of godly influences, a young lady with no believing friends or family. I’m thankful for a real-life assurance that what the Bible teaches is true. When we structure our lives around building our God’s kingdom and live in reckless obedience, He is faithful to provide each and every one of our needs. Trust and obey. There’s no other way.

Following Jesus is the best life, friends. Don’t miss it while you’re chasing your dreams and building your kingdom. How many times I’ve made this mistake, and God has certainly been gracious — but I’ve seen the benefits first-hand now, and there is no going back.

Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed? (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things. But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.    Matthew 6:31-33



I Need to be Needy


This world’s cry is loud. This world’s cry is power, but the cry of my heart screams louder.

The world says, “I am woman — hear me roar.” My Creator who loves me with unmatched intensity whispers to my soul, “You are weak, dear one. You need me.” The stark difference is clearly seen, and Lord knows I know the truth. But some days, I crave the world’s message. Insecurity gives way to an injection of self-sufficiency when I’m barely floating above my deepest fears.

It says, “I don’t need a man.” In a sense, it’s true — I don’t need a man. I need a God-man. I need Him every day and every hour. When I think I don’t need Him, that’s when I need Him most. The world tells me lies sweet to my ears but poison to my soul. My God whispers sweet somethings of truth which sweep me up in an unending romance. Miracle of all, in the admitting of my need, I am empowered to do all the things. Perhaps my greatest need of all is to be needy.


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Discover God’s Heart for the Lost [day 20: discover]

Five Minute Friday: DISCOVER


We are 6 months into a church plant. 6 months of planting, sowing, praying, and planning. I’ve watched my husband work harder than anyone I’ve ever seen with a passion I’ve never seen paralleled — of course, I am a bit biased on that matter. God has placed a big dream in our hearts to see a gospel movement in this country. At times, we have been discouraged because we have found the work to be slow going just as language learning proved to be. We trust God knows what He is doing, and His timing is perfect, but big dreams leave us wanting.

God has been teaching me that minimal is still movement and painstaking is still progress. If we glimpse to see it, there is evidence of God’s passionate pursuit of our people. Not only that — I have also discovered God’s heart for the lost. He desires that all men be saved. Each and every one. He tells us in His word that He rejoices with each repentant heart that passes from death to life. And so should we. If every convert takes 6 months or more, they are worthy of every effort expended because He is worthy to receive them into His fold. And he is looking for them, calling them to Himself.

So I choose to celebrate small in what we’ve seen in 6 months — one soul trust Christ. Praise be to God!


I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons, which need no repentance (Luke 15:7).


There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth (Luke 15:10 b).

What have you discovered about God’s heart for the lost?

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How I Invite God in for the Good of my Kids [day 13: invite]


I have befriended a woman in my neighborhood who has a daughter just a year older than Jo. Naturally, I want to get together with my friend so I bring her along to spend time with her “friend”– I use the term loosely in this case. The problem is, for whatever reason, she just has little to no interest in being friends with this little lady. She’s sweet as can be but they just haven’t hit it off. We keep getting together, and every time the girls giggle a little more and sit a little closer. We are getting there.

In some ways, I want to force my daughter into a relationship with Jesus, too. I want so badly for her to trust Christ and surrender her life to Him. But she’s still young and lacking understanding. I can’t invite Jesus into her heart — that’s something only she can do — but I can invite Him into our lives. I invite him to our table where we break bread and talk about our days. I can invite him on our walks when the words of our hearts seem to flow out more naturally. I invite Him to the foot of the bed where we read books and pray in His name each night before bed. I invite Him into crinkled covers when she slides next to me in the morning as I read my Bible.

I can’t make her know Him, but I can help her know about Him. As I invite Him into our daily lives, I give her opportunity to crack open the door of her heart just a little bit more. As I celebrate small, I praise Him for each opportunity He gives to talk about His goodness, to lean on Him as a family during hardship, and to thank Him for the big and little ways He shows up in our days.

I trust that a relationship that arises naturally out of a true appreciation of who He is and what He has done for her will be real and rooted. Truly, it is not something a mother can force on a child. I’m still going to keep trying in the case of our neighborhood friend though.


How can you invite Jesus into your daily life?

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The Legs He Stands On

Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body. Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing. Ephesians 5:22-24

Ephesians 5 catches a lot of flack, primarily from those hailing from feminist perspectives. It brings up that dreaded s word — submission. But there’s an unstated s word written between these ancient lines of text — support. If my husband is the head of the body, I am the legs he stands on. I support the weight of his dreams, my heart beating along to the rhythm of his hands at work hammering out a sliver of heavenly kingdom by God’s glorious grace.

Support reinforces, strengthens that which it holds up by adding its own properties. Just because I am the support of my husband and his ministry endeavors does not mean I am weak or lesser than. I am a vital component to the man and his work. I can, respectfully and prayerfully, offer what I have to the swirling concrete of mixing ideas and melding dreams. I trust God to guide, to inspire, to lead the craftsman who interprets Biblical blueprints and sweats beads of self in surrender to His will. I’ll see the tools I’ve placed on the table pulled out at the precise time they’re called for. And, I’ll see, ever so slowly a firm foundation begin to set — dreams fulfilled and life well-lived. I’ll thank God I got to be the legs he stood on.

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