Sacrifice (sa-krə-ˌfīs) v. – to suffer loss of, give up, renounce, injure, or destroy especially for an ideal, belief, or end ( – to forfeit (one thing) for another thing considered to be of greater value ( – to give something up or to sell something at a price which is less than its value ( I think my all-time favorite definition of sacrifice is from my pastor, Craig Groeschel. He says this: Sacrifice is giving up something you love for something you love more. As a mom, I often sacrifice things I want for my sons. I sacrifice “me time” to meet their needs because I’m their momma. Other times, I have sacrificed for friends. And of course, I have sacrificed for my husband. The thing I have learned about sacrifice is that it isn’t necessarily enjoyable or easy but it does yield a reward. The middle definition above says that you are “forfeiting one thing for another that is considered to be of greater value.” I think this is powerful. That “greater value” is key when it comes to people and especially key when it comes to God. I would MUCH RATHER be giving up something temporal for something eternal, which in my opinion, is of much greater value. Share a time when you’ve sacrificed something and felt the pain associated with that loss.

Question Time! Chime in.

With the exception of Mexico, I’ve never been outside the United States of America. Since I’m from Texas, Mexico doesn’t really count since it used to be so easy to go there. I mean, all you had to have was a birth certificate to cross the border. I know the day will come when I will get to use my newly received passport. The place I would like to go to is Sydney, Australia, so that I can visit Hillsong.  If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you like to go?

Can You Will Yourself To Live?

  Three days ago Joe Paterno died. He was 85 years old. Who’s Joe Paterno? He’s JoePa. Until November 5, 2011, he was the head coach of the football team for Penn State. And had there not have been a scandal that happened right under his nose by Jerry Sandusky years ago, he would probably still be the coach today. Oh, that guy. Yep, that guy. Shortly after he was fired as the head coach, I said to Chris, “I bet he dies soon.” I wasn’t trying to be rude or mean. Not at all. It just seemed to me that coaching was keeping this man alive despite his failing health and age. I really believe it was what he lived for. Now, I am not sure about this myself, but it almost seems that he willed himself to stay alive to keep coaching. That he wanted to stay alive so that he could still do what he loved to do. At the same time I say this, I know that our God knows the number of days that we will live on this earth. I don’t doubt His sovereignty for one minute. But, could it be that God knew that JoePa would fight to stay alive as long as he felt he had something to live for? Time for you to chime in. What do you believe? Do you believe that you can will yourself to live? 

19 Years And Counting

Sometimes I still feel like I’m 22-years old. But if I was, that would mean I got married at the age of 3.  You’ve seen pictures of my man, Chris, and me before. This was taken a few months ago by a friend. It’s one of my favorites because it truly portrays where we are today.  At peace. Life is full of amazing experiences and terrible blunders. We’ve both made our share of them in 19 years. Chris often describes marriage as a “terrible, wonderful thing”. I think that’s pretty accurate of most marriages. But these days we are walking in the wonderful more than the terrible. In fact, the terrible is fleeting and hasn’t really reared its ugly head in nearly a decade. The grouchy or irritated? Sure. That’s just our human flesh screaming and a part being in a relationship with another flawed human being. But the wonderful is where we are living now. I love doing life with Chris and our three boys. I wouldn’t trade an experience or choose a different path. Honestly, as long as we are journeying together, I’ll go anywhere with him.  Except maybe Idaho. Happy anniversary, babe! How many years have you been married?

Luke 8

“Return home and tell how much God has done for you.” So the man went away and told all over town how much Jesus had done for him.” Luke 8:39 “Her parents were astonished, but he ordered them not to tell anyone what had happened.” Luke 8:56
Two verses on healing in the same chapter say two different things. After Jesus healed the man with the demons in verse 39, He told him to tell everyone what God did. Yet, when he raised the girl from the dead 17 verses later, he ordered them not to tell anyone. Why is that? Why do you think that Jesus told one to tell and one to keep quiet? Discuss.