History Maker


GW. G-dub. Jorge. The Washman.

(Can you imagine someone calling him the Washman?)

I’m a pretty big fan of the Father of our Country. Granted, most of the things I know about him is from what I’ve read about him. But, I will say that our recent trip to the east coast brought new information to my family. There are lots of great books that have been written about this Commander in Chief. His character was strong. His presence was charismatic. His bravery was off the charts. And he wasn’t afraid to fight for what he believed in. All of those traits make up an amazing man. One might think all of this would have gone to his noggin – to make him arrogant. Not so much. 

What most people don’t know about Washington is that the other leaders in our country wanted to make him “King of America” after the Revolutionary War ended in 1783 with a peace treaty. To that request, he respectfully declined. Then a new offer to be the president of the United States for life was put on the table. Meaning, he would be president until he died. Again, he said no. He wanted to give the power back to the people. So he did. From the time of his resignation as Commander in Chief in 1783 until he was elected the first President of the United States in 1789, the people got their way. 

Because he wasn’t about himself. He was about something bigger. He was about a country “of the people, by the people and for the people” to quote good ole Honest Abraham Lincoln.

I wonder what you would have done had you been in his shoes? What would I have done? I mean, King of America? Come on. That’s pretty cool. His humility and pure heart wouldn’t allow it. He wanted the people to decide. And thankfully, they did.

I pray that the Holy Spirit will purify our hearts from the things that cause us to want greatness. Instead, may we want greatness for the One who is truly, and always will be, great.

Jesus Christ.

The Washington Monument


Mt. Vernon


A very old tree my sons wanted to hug because George Washington planted it in 1783.


Chris and me with Mt. Vernon in the background


I Want God

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That’s it.

You wanna see revival across our cities, states, nations, continents, world?

Then seek Jesus wholeheartedly.

I love my friend, Lisa Whittle. So much. She just wrote a book called I Want God. It’s her 4th book to write so she’s pretty much a big deal. I mean, four books? Holy smokes, that’s a lot of writing. Like, a quarter of a million words AT LEAST. Mercy.

What I love about Lisa’s new book, I Want God, is her let’s get back to the basics and love us some Jesus mentality. It’s really so simple, isn’t it? When we want something, we are consumed with it, by it. Why can’t that thing be God? It should be for us who call ourselves Christ Followers. But, if we’re honest, we allow things, good things, not-so-good things to get in the way of an all out pursuit of the One who gave it all.


I’m confident Lisa will give you some godly insight and practical tools to help you on your journey. Oh, oh, oh, if you go to Lisa’s website, you can sign up for a 7-day devotional that will help jump start you on this new journey. Click here and scroll down to sign up.

I Want God releases in 9 days.  So I want you to go over to Amazon and pre-order this amazing book today. Here’s the cover so you will know for sure. Just click it and you’ll get to the link.


(I’m such a mom, right? Making sure I give you all the information so you get it right.)

Alright, friends. Get this book. You won’t be disappointed.


Be An Esau

esauJacob looked up and there was Esau, coming with his four hundred men; so he divided the children among Leah, Rachel and the two female servants. He put the female servants and their children in front, Leah and her children next, and Rachel and Joseph in the rear. He himself went on ahead and bowed down to the ground seven times as he approached his brother. But Esau ran to meet Jacob and embraced him; he threw his arms around his neck and kissed him. And they wept. Genesis 33:1-4

When reading this passage, one might think, “That is so nice. The brothers are excited to see each other.” But the truth about the entire matter is that Jacob betrayed Esau in a mighty way. Jacob took everything from Esau. And after that betrayal, Jacob hit the road and never looked back.

Have you ever wondered what thought processes Esau went through to get to this place of forgiveness? The Bible doesn’t mention how Esau forgave Jacob for his betrayal. We just know he did. We know he did because the first time Esau saw Jacob, he ran for him and embraced him. Esau was able to forgive him and not kill him like we thought he would. 

Esau forgave Jacob, ran to him and embraced him before Jacob could even say, “I am so sorry for what I did to you.”

Why can’t we do this? Why do we hold onto hurt?

Just giving you some food for thought today.

You’re welcome.

A Cup Of Trouble, Please?

cupMany of us are familiar with the sixth chapter of Matthew. It’s smack dab in the middle of the Sermon on the Mount given by none other than our precious Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. While I strive to live by all of His words, I am especially familiar with verses 25-34. Reading this entire passage on a daily basis would do us all some good, but I’d like for you to look at verse 27:

Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? (NIV)

Can you?

Worry is really just a smaller way to say we don’t know if God will come through. It’s our inability to trust Him to do what He says He will do which is to make all things work for the good of those who love him (Romans 8:28). We somehow think that if we add a little worry to His holy mix that things will work out better.

Not so.

Just the other day a friend of mine, who was going through one of the most wretched times in her life, kept asking me questions. What should I do? How long should I wait? When do you think I’ll see some change? What should I do if this happens again?

I felt terrible for her. I wanted to make her wounded heart all better, add some Neosporin and a bandage and call it good. Then, very quickly, the Spirit of God prompted me to tell her this: Don’t borrow trouble from tomorrow.

Today you and I need to make a stand against that worry monster who creeps up next to us and wants to steal away our tomorrows. Don’t let him. He’s your spiritual enemy and all he desires to do is see you flounder in your life and make no progress whatsoever.

I have another friend who is leaning into her Savior and trusting God despite her circumstances. Her son has an inoperable brain tumor. If she can trust, certainly we can.

Friend, I don’t know what you are facing or what lies ahead in your path. But I know that we serve a God who effortlessly created the world in six days and still knows how many hairs you have on your head.

Praying for you today. 


And They Danced

mother son(This blog post was written in 2010 about my oldest son, Noah. He is 15 1/2 now.)

His face was smooth and was framed by his disheveled, curly hair.  He couldn’t have been more than 30.  He held her frame as best he could since dancing wasn’t his regular activity.  His dancing partner, on the other hand, held her nearly sixty years well.  Her thin frame was decorated with a midnight blue evening gown that did wonders for her blonde hair. She was definitely a sight for sore eyes.  And her joy was evident as she looked into his eyes and tousled his brown locks.  Just like she must have done when he was her little boy.

My inner empty nester automatically fast forwarded time to a place where I was dancing with my son at his wedding.  I imagined him all grown up, maybe 6’2″ or 6’3″ in height.  His thin, scrawny body was now well-defined.  I saw him honoring me as his mom by dancing with me all the while knowing his heart already belonged to someone else.  I was full of joy and full of sadness all at the same time.

He’s 11 years old now and he tells me that the only woman he thinks is beautiful is me.  (Well, and Carrie Underwood.  But mostly me.)  I’m still the love of his life and can bring a smile to his face when I say loving or encouraging words to him.  But I know that won’t always be the case.

I know that in a short amount of time he will begin to see girls in a different light.  He’ll start noticing them and I figure they’ll start noticing him.  He will find himself thinking about a girl one day and will wonder why he can’t seem to eat when she’s on his mind.  He will do things that he never dreamed he’d do just because she asked him to.

He will be smitten.

But mercy and grace, I do hope and pray it’s not until he’s at least 20.  Because I’m a mother of boys and I know what typically happens. They leave home and cleave to their wife.  As it should be.  The self-preservationist in me wants to start letting go now so that the pain won’t be so deep when that time comes.  But the mother in me knows that I have very little time left to raise these young men so I hold on to them like tomorrow will never come.

For now, I’ll just love them and train them and cuddle with them as much as they’ll let me.  I’ll tell them they can live with me forever because I’m very aware they will have no desire to do that as they approach young adulthood.  I’ll laugh with them until my sides hurt and will answer their questions even when I’m tired.

I’ll do it all.  Because they’re my boys.

And I love them.

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