
Introducing the very first podcast (Episode #1) of the series “Loved by My Father Podcasts.” Enjoy and be blessed! 🙂

Introducing the very first podcast (Episode #1) of the series “Loved by My Father Podcasts.” Enjoy and be blessed! 🙂
“She girds herself with strength; and strengthens her arms.” – Proverbs 31:17

Image source: Lyon Extra Race by Goproo3, Creative Commons License
The sticky mud and dirt rose as high as Lola’s knees, yet her eyes were set like a flint on the prize. There was no stopping her now. She was tougher than the dirt. Stronger than the slippery terrain. Stronger than her flesh desired.
And every rugged step she took in the forward motion brought to mind the naysayers — those who said she wouldn’t live to see this victory. Those who simply would not believe.
They said she would never walk again, but here she was running with the wind. They said she would be paralyzed, but here she was using those two feet. The road had not been easy (who was she trying to kid?), and it did take so many years to get here, too long in fact… but she did it anyway. She had beaten the odds of survival. Only a few more obstacles left now to get to the finish line. One. Two. Three. Four. Splash! Continue reading
The Master Potter was extremely detailed when he formed “woman.” In the depths of the soul of one woman created by the Father, you can be sure to find the strength of a powerhouse. The strange ability to set her eyes like a flint and take upon the work of giants.
We are already fourteen days into 2016 and some of you ladies reading this are currently in a state where your heart is burning with the desire to “do.” Don’t ignore that fire. Listen closely, your heart is beating. It’s beating loudly for all the right reasons. Fourteen days into 2016 and we must ask ourselves this question, “Are we living every day filled with a heart-burning desire and willfulness to fulfill God’s purpose here on earth?” Continue reading

I see you, as the sun sets over your home, chasing your seven children (or how ever many they are), exploring every nook and cranny in the name of a game. “I spy with my little eye, something beginning with,” you call out. And then, almost out of breath, you stop dead in your tracks and lean your back against the wall.
What’s your intentional interpretation of that scenario? A home filled with chaos, or a home filled with laughter, living energetic voices, loving siblings, and vibrant intelligent children who have become accustomed to valuing play, education, or arts & crafts over screen time?
I can start writing about all kinds of scenarios, but deep in your heart, you know what your interpretation has been of your own home and family choices. I woke up this morning and the first question that came to my head was “what’s my intentional interpretation?” And right there, I just knew the Holy Spirit wanted me to write about it. So, this one is for you, if you haven’t been seeing your life the way God wants you to see it. Continue reading