The Things She Taught Me

By: Gwen Plauche
Posted: October 2, 2014

Legacy:  This word is frequently used, but do we personally consider what our own legacy will be? defines legacy as:  anything handed down from the past, as from an ancestor orpredecessor:

Anything is a big word – blessing or curse falls under that, think about it!  What are you handing down by result of your daily choices and reactions to life?

I had the opportunity to share a bit about my dear mom in law at her funeral this week, and realized along the way that her legacy was built every time we got together.  I have been asked to share the list I read at the funeral, so here it is:

Priceless Things I learned From My Mom-in-Law:

  • Write your thank you notes immediately
  • Use your special silver & china pieces frequently
  • Tradition is important
  • Invite all your family & friends (and their family & friends) to your Christmas dinners and pull out the linen, silver & china.
  • Count all your silver utensils after a dinner – before the trash goes out
  • Cats are people, too
  • Ask your mom in law for help with your children
  • A fussing baby needs lots of pats on the back
  • Hungry toddlers need to be fed at bite to eat at 5pm, while waiting for dad to come home from work
  • Every kitchen needs a Cuisinart & a copy of The Plantation Cookbook
  • Red beans & rice are best the second day
  • Hand pound the meat for tender Grits & Grillades
  • Boil the shrimp heads to make the best broth for shrimp creole
  • A great cup of coffee starts with a thick, strong brew
  • Coffee tastes best in a china cup with a saucer
  • Don’t fuss over a broken dish or glass – things happen
  • Schedule times to get together with your friends.
  • Share your favorite places with your extended family & friends – places like City Park, the Zoo, Soutea-cup_1798148bthern Yacht Club, Montreat, & Pass Christian
  • Talk about your past with your family, even if no one is listening
  • Write down your story
  • Hand write your letters & notes.
  • Don’t set your life by medical timelines
  • Impacting others is not just for when you are young
  • After age 80 or even age 90, don’t hesitate to: take art lessons, teach art lessons, buy designer clothes & shoes (on clearance), get your hair cut & colored, get a manicure, wear makeup, go places
  • Go on spiritual retreats with your church friends
  • Pray
  • If a family member calls for prayer, pray harder – even if it means all night. Miracles happen when a Granny prays all night.

My prayer is that this personal list of my recollections of the legacy I received from my mom-in-law will encourage you to work on your legacy today!

Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them. –Ephesians 4:29

Blessings -


Gwen Plauche, aka Momma Gwen, is married to the greatest man on earth, mom to five (ages 16-26) and loves to find encouragement between the covers of her Bible. Her blog can be found at: and follow her on Twitter @MommaGwen.

The Courage Within

By: Holly Wagner
Posted: September 28, 2014

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.  -Joshua 1:9 

One Saturday morning eighteen years ago I decided to have a garage sale. My husband Philip and my son Jordan were off riding horses and I was setting up the sale. My daughter Paris, who was almost three, was roaming around the front yard ‘helping’ as only a toddler can.

A neighbor came over, leading her newly acquired dog on a leash. Paris went to pet the dog, when suddenly the dog turned and bit Paris in the face two times before his owner could stop him. With blood pouring down her face Paris started screaming and running toward me. I scooped her up, realizing this would require more than Band-Aids, put her in her car seat and we made the quick dash to the emergency room.

Upon arriving, the nurse told me that a plastic surgeon happened to be on call. This was good news. Definitely a good thing to have a plastic surgeon be the one to put stitches in a face!

As the surgeon was preparing, I had to hold Paris down as he injected shots of Novocain in her face to numb it so that he could begin stitching her up. In her little raspy, weepy voice as they were giving her shot after shot, Paris told me, “Mommy, I am OK…I want to go home now.” So did I! But we had some work to do first.

Holding my daughter down while she was in pain, getting shots, over 40 stitches and bleeding WAS THE HARDEST THING I HAVE EVER DONE. But it never occurred to me to let someone else hold her down. So in that moment I was brave.

As a side note, when I got her home, she asked where the dog was because she thought “he needed a spanking!”

The life that you and I have been given will include moments that absolutely require us to be brave.

Courage is one of the qualities God demands of us as we face the unknown future. Just like Joshua.

In the first chapter of Joshua, God tells Joshua (and us) four times to be courageous. Why? Could it be because He knew we wouldn’t likely get it the first time? Is it because God knows our courage, like Joshua’s is sometimes hard to hold on to?

One of the definitions of courage implies facing the difficulties ahead with enthusiasm. Wow. Not sure I would go that far. I am up for facing challenges…but usually it is because it is necessary…not because I am looking forward to it.

Since God is asking us to be courageous, we must be able to! It is not like he is asking us to be seven feet tall. He is asking or rather commanding us to be something that He has equipped us to be.

God calls us, just like He called Joshua, to take our land…whatever that would be…marriage, job, parenting, health… with strength and courage.

We need courage as we live out our life.
Courage will be needed in order to speak up when it is necessary.
Courage will be needed to navigate a health challenge.
Courage will be needed to get through a rough time in a marriage.
Courage will be needed to forgive the person who betrayed you.


Courage is within you!!!!


Holly and her husband, Philip, are the Pastors of Oasis Church – a growing, relevant, multi-cultural, church located in Los Angeles.  They have been married for over 28 years, love life and enjoy spending time with their two adult children, Jordan and Paris.  Holly is passionate about seeing women become who God has designed them to become, and to see every generation of woman extend a helping hand to the generation that is younger.  Through the women’s ministry of Oasis, GodChicks, she has empowered thousands of women around the world.  Holly has written several books including GodChicks, Daily Steps for GodChicks, WarriorChicks, Love Works, and Awakened.

Join pastor, author Holly Wagner and award-winning songwriter, worship leader Darlene Zschech* on October 25th for GodChicks Day of Courage – a gathering dedicated to celebrating and inspiring women as they overcome the challenges of life – especially breast cancer.  As a company of women we will encourage and inspire one another, and believe God to do the miraculous in our lives. There will be live music, stories from brave women, fun and surprises!!!  

Through the Storm

By: Nancy Backues
Posted: September 25, 2014

A loud crash and blood-curdling scream jolted me from a deep slumber. I leapt from bed, my feet instinctively carrying me up the stairs toward my daughter's room. My mind raced to process what was happening.

Thunder + Lightning + Screaming = Thunderstorm.


Having grown up in Kansas, Midwestern thunderstorms are nothing new to me. However, after eight years of parenthood, I am still not accustomed to being awakened by middle-of-the-night screams.

Why must the worst storms always be at night?!

Fortunately, my feet know their way  to my daughter's room, even when I'm still half asleep. When I finally reached her, I snuggled her close and said in my most soothing Mommy voice, "It's OK, Mommy's here." I settled in as she laid down and drifted off to a peaceful slumber within minutes. It was going to be a long storm, so I might as well stay.

I wish I could say this stay-for-the-long-haul parenting method has always been my modus operandi. Sadly, it has not. There have been many long nights of Ping-Pong Mommy, running back and forth from my room to hers, worrying that if I stayed too long I would sabotage her self-soothing capabilities. (Oh, the things we mamas worry about!)

But this. This was one of those "perfect parenting" moments when I wasn't concerned with how much sleep I was missing or how I might be crippling her independence. This time I was here for the duration, as long as she needed me.

And that's exactly what she She just wanted to know I was there. The storm, with it's crashing thunder and flashing lightning, raged on outside. But my girl slept peacefully in my arms.

And in that very moment, snuggled under a teal canopy, God whispered to my heart, This is what I do for you.

The storms look different in our lives. They come in the form of unemployment, disappointment in relationships, medical issues, conflict with family members, financial struggle, or any number of other situations. The thunder cracks, the lightning flashes, and we cry out for help. What does God do? He runs right to us.

"The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, and his ears are attentive to their cry" (Psalm 34:15).

He doesn't grow weary of our cries. He isn't annoyed by our neediness. He doesn't worry about the "other" things vying for His attention at that moment.

You are His child. When you cry, He comes running.

Sometimes He raises a hand and speaks with authority to the storm, "Be still." The thunder quiets, and the lightning subsides.

"He...rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm" (Mark 4:39)

We find a better job. The medical scans come back clear. Conflict is resolved; relationships are restored. We take a deep breath, breathe a sigh of relief, and go on with life.

Sometimes the storms rage on. We lose the job. The tumor does not shrivel. Bills continue to come. Conflicts worsen and relationships are severed.

It's in those times that God holds us tight and wraps His arms around us. He leans in close and whispers, "Be still. It's OK...Daddy's here."

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thank

sgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus" (Philippians 4:6, 7).

Our heartbeats calm. Our breathing settles. His presence brings us peace. 

Are you facing a storm today? If so, cry out to your Father. He will come running for you. And when He does, you can snuggle into His arms...and rest.

Nancy is an author, speaker, wife, mother, cancer-fighter, and lover of all things chocolate. When she’s not playing cook, chauffeur, maid, or referee to her family, she can be found writing about embracing grace at There is Grace. Nancy lives in Missouri with her favorite people in the world, her husband and two children. Follow Nancy on FacebookTwitter, or Pintrest.

It started with a letter and a sweater

By: Kristianne Stewart
Posted: September 22, 2014

Joyful are people of integrity, who follow the instructions of the Lord. 2 Joyful are those who obey his laws and search for him with all their hearts. 3 They do not compromise with evil, and they walk only in his paths. 4 You have charged us to keep your commandments carefully. 5 Oh, that my actions would consistently reflect your decrees! 6 Then I will not be ashamed when I compare my life with your commands. 7 As I learn your righteous regulations, I will thank you by living as I should! 8 I will obey your decrees. Please don’t give up on me!                                       Psalm 119:1-8 (NLT)

I watched through the day as sunbeams moved across the waiting room like solar spotlights, settling along the length of a piece of furniture, highlighting its occupant’s emotions. The day had passed and I was alone in the hospital waiting room. I’d read and reread my sister-in-law’s letter. Her words were written in red.


“I want you to know I’m secure and very peaceful with you being here waiting on me to wake up. So while you’re in the waiting room, you show someone your heart and make their wait a little more peaceful.”

My thumb ran imaginary creases across the folds of the letter. Rather than waiting on a call, I made my way to the recovery room and slipped past the nurse’s station. The chorus of beeps and bleeps emitting from machines guided me to Sonja’s lone bed. 

“Sonja, I’m here.” I watched her fingers pull lightly against the sheets. “Kristianne, I knew you’d come. I kept calling for you but I knew you’d come. I’m so cold.”

I pillaged every piece of wheeled furniture around me for a blanket with no success. My eyes fell to my bag and a wrinkled cardigan sweater. I picked it up and laid it weave-like under and over the tubes that disappeared within the sheets, and into my precious sister-in-law.

I didn’t know it at the time but what started with a letter, a sweater, and my two sisters-in law and sister, diagnosed with cancer; began my Bible studies and ministry, Compassion That Compels.

BAG: Anyone who has walked through cancer or alongside a cancer overcomer has at one time stuffed their clothes into an oversized plastic bag, closely resembling a reusable cold bag.

JESUS CALLING DEVOTIONAL: God’s word reminds you, a cancer overcomer, that you are first an overcomer in Christ.

JOURNAL: To record those thoughts just between you and God.

SCRIPTURE TEA: Because hospital coffee at 6 pm is often thick as glue.

REUSABLE CUP OR MUG: For when even coffee glue can’t be found.

NOTEBOOK & PEN: To phonetically write down all those big, Latin sounding words that confirm this won’t go away with antibiotics and wish you’d paid more attention in science class.

SCRIPTURE CANDY SOFT MINTS: During treatment your mouth is always dry or suddenly becomes dry when you see a doctor approaching with your chart in hand.

SMALL THROW: To cover you with His love and besides, if you’re not freezing, the person next to you probably is.

CHICK-FIL-A CARD: Just to get away from a hospital cafeteria to a land flowing with sweet tea and nugget sauce.

I am a stranger and a temporary resident on the earth; hide not Your commandments from me.      Psalm 119:19 AMP

This life is just a waiting room. So while you’re in the waiting room, do what Sonja wanted everyone to do -- show your heart.



Kristianne is a writer, speaker and founder of Compassion That Compels. Her life of love is filled to overflowing for her husband Royal, and their daughters Grace and Annelise. Collecting people and gardening are among her passions. Painting lives in brilliant hues of God’s love and compassion is her purpose. Join Kristianne on Facebook Compassion That Compels. Follow her on Twitter Kristiannefaith and Instagram





By: Monica Steely
Posted: September 18, 2014

It was one of those "lightening bolt" mission trips. The kind where every moment you feel God zapping you and showing you something new – something different, something profound.

The kind where you literally feel yourself changing right then, right there...never to be the same again.

Have you ever had that kind of experience?

It was a spiritual mountaintop. The highest of highs that felt I felt like I had seen heaven – there, on the other side of the world, surrounded by young people representing over 60 nations.

Where everyone sang in their own tongue, and the blending of all those voices and languages and dialects was pure symphonic beauty. It made me weep; every day for nine days, I wept.

Have you ever had that kind of experience?

The return to the States felt like an eternal Sunday night – that feeling of knowing Monday is looming right around the corner and you'd give anything...anything...not to have to face it.

I didn't want to go back to normal. I didn't want to face the job I had no passion for, a lifestyle that felt excessive, a void of the heaven I just experienced.

Something was birthed in me on that trip; something grand and magnificent and scary, and it filled every empty place I didn’t even know I had.

I didn't want it to fade away.

The first week of reentry was hard. One day as I drove to work, I loudly played a CD from a band I had just seen play live just a week before on that trip.

I drove and I reflected and I remembered heaven.

And then I passed through the toll booth on the interstate, and was immediately overwhelmed by a scripture that God pressed on my heart...hard.

Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom. (Luke 12:32)

The tears sprung forth and my heart wanted to burst right out of my chest and I couldn't bear the ache I felt. The Word, watering the change that was birthed on the trip, was glued to my soul.

I pictured what That Word meant and I wondered how I'd make it all happen. I mentally listed all I'd sell and how I'd tell my parents I was moving across the globe.

A few weeks later in church, as I closed my eyes in worship and sought God desperately, I was again immediately overcome with a scripture that sounded like it was being whispered into my ear -- like a secret from a best friend that she wants only you to hear.

Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! (Isaiah 43:18-19)

“New thing” repeated over and over as a mantra while tears sprung forth. Again my heart wanted to burst out of my chest – but this time it wasn't an ache I felt but a joy. A deep, simmering, reverential joy and I suddenly couldn't wait to see what God would do next.

My time had come. He was moving and I was so excited to be along for the ride. I pictured what that meant and I wondered how I'd make it all happen. In my mind, I saw how I'd quit my job and what it would feel like to walk off an airplane in a country that required a visa for me to stay there.

Have you ever had that kind of experience?

There's a flip side to that verse in Isaiah I wasn’t aware of back then – a shift that is required to make a new thing possible. 

I didn't know that for God to create something NEW, it meant that something old had to DIE. 

I didn't know there were things that had to be pruned and killed and that it's an excruciating and painful process. I didn't know I'd immediately go into a time of crawling...into a wilderness of my own where Satan tempted and used scripture and where he would have been very pleased to give me his kingdom.

For a very steep price.

I just didn't know.

When the crawling time came, I was angry and heartbroken and mesmerized and lured all at the same time. In moments of despair it was so easy to shake my tiny, human fists at God as I fell headfirst into the pit. 

I thought you were creating something new! I thought you were pleased to give me the kingdom! Where are you?! FIGHT! FOR! ME!

I didn't know that I had to crawl. God needed to kill my interpretation of His word so I'd willingly accept His definition of it.  

God births what He births. It's not up for interpretation or debate or compromise. And what He births requires of us – it requires holiness and righteousness and an obedience to lay down the very word He gave. To lay down our Isaac.

And it requires a willingness to hold up a mirror to our sinful selves and allow Him to purify us – so that our desires become His desires and He can be pleased to give us His kingdom.

What experiences can you look back on and identify as birthing times? Are you able to see God's divine plan in it now? Have you forgiven God, if necessary, for His word looking different than you initially thought it would? My friend, He is for you. His heart yearns to be one with yours. 



Monica Steely is a writer, speaker, coffee iv’er and transformation whisperer. She blogs at Elevate Ideas and procrastinates anything related to cooking, cleaning and other domestic activities. She’s also the co-founder of Be Still Be Free…a mindset revolution seeking to encourage women to BE first and DO second. Listen to BE’s podcasts on iTunes or Buzzsprout

Unforeseen Challenges

By: Dianna Salciccioli
Posted: September 15, 2014

We have an interesting situation at our house.  Our home has huge windows facing out to our backyard; behind the fence in the yard is a grouping of trees that serve as a “gathering place” for a multitude of birds.  Early in the morning my husband and I often comment that the birds are holding “church services” back there!

Here’s the sad challenge~ daily I hear one or two loud noises as a bird, flying confidently through its day, slams into my window and falls to the ground.


Sometimes, after they get their bearings, they cautiously fly away. 

Sometimes they die. 

I am so sad every time! Outside of putting decals all over mypicture windows; I can’t save them from this unforseen challenge!

As always, these situations give me reason to ponder and find the truth about life in the experience. Today I realized that just like the birds, there are times we are just going along with our daily routines and then...WHAM! 

We find we have hit an unforseen challenge! Didn’t see it coming!!  Couldn’t have avoided it!! Didn’t necessarily cause it!! 

We were just “flying along”!

  Matthew 10: 29-31 reminds us of this truth; Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

God doesn’t promise deliverance from all pain. He does not always intervene to keep us far from hurt or harm. But in the times when we do hurt, He comforts us in the midst of our troubles.

Sometimes He bolsters us through the kindness of others.

Sometimes He brings a sense of peace that we could never conjure up on our own.

Sometimes, through a glimpse of beauty or a well-timed word of encouragement, he reassures us that we’re going to be okay, that we are loved.  He is near.

My prayer is that when you face unforeseen challenges you will experience the hand of God lovingly nudging you back on your feet just as I do when these little birds hit my window. May you sense His sadness for your hurt and know His desire to see you fly again!  


Dianna Salciccioli co-founded and leads alongside her husband Greg, at Coachwell, Inc.- Coaching & Consulting Company. Dianna's been a pastor’s wife, pregnancy resource director, teacher’s aide, youth pastor’s assistant, and coach in her life but her highest calling is being a quality wife to her precious husband, as well as a hands on mom to her incredible sons!  Over the past five years she's been blessed to add to her “roles” that of mother- in- law to two of the greatest young women she knows! This year, Dianna's role grew to grandma and her heart swells at the thought! Follow Dianna on her blog.

Running Behind Our Pads

By: Martha Bailey
Posted: September 11, 2014

Every time I think I’m about to get a handle on football, the commentators throw me another curve ball. For example, recently during one of the preseason games the announcer stated, “He’s running behind his pads!”

Hmmm……..running behind his pads; running behind his pads.  What in the world could that possibly mean? I thought to myself. Less than five minutes later, the announcer said it again.  Because my husband Waylon, knows me quite well he quizzed, “Do you know what the commentator is talking about?”

“Nope. Not a clue,” I confessed.

 “It means the player is running down low lunging forward because in football leverage is everything,” Waylon explained as if it made perfect sense. “Do you get it?”

“Not really,” I said somehow not connecting all the dots and feeling about the same way I did the first time I heard a commentator say a player “left his feet.”

The expression that threw me for a loop years ago was, “They scored on a Hail Mary!”

“Hail Mary?”  What does that have to do with football?  Then I learned it means throwing the ball in the air and praying someone catches it and scores.

Unfortunately, many of us deal with life from a “Hail Mary” perspective.  We put up a few prayers from time to time while hoping for a positive outcome—an attitude completely foreign to the apostle Paul who was an “in it to win it” kind of guy!

He was focused.  He said, “I run with purpose in every step… I discipline my body like an athlete, training it to do what it should. Otherwise, I fear that after preaching to others I myself might be disqualified” (1 Corinthians 9:26-27 NLT).

Admittedly, Paul faced many difficult situations, but even then he was in the race of life to win. He refused defeat saying, “We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed” (2 Corinthians 4:8-9).

In Philippians 3:13b-14 NLT Paul said, “But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”

May you and I, like Paul, be people who refuse defeat.  Let’s be people who are in it to win it–people who are “running behind our pads,” totally focused on heaven.

“Let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,  fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.” Hebrews 12:1-2

Heavenly Father, life is a tough race to run–one we often think we can complete by throwing up a few half-hearted prayers from time to time.  But that’s not Your will for our lives. Thank You for reminding us that we must not dwell on the mistakes or hardships of the past.  Instead we must focus on the goal and run with perseverance.  Help us today to run behind our pads, totally focused on heaven.  In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Scripture Reading: Hebrews 12:1-3; I Corinthians 9:24-27; Philippians 3:12-14


Martha Bailey is a pastor's wife, author of two books--Putting My Dress-up Clothes Away and It Hurts but I'm Okay (available at Amazon and insight Press)--and blogs Wednesdays at To find out more about Martha's: Treasures, Past, Christian Service, Publications and Passions, visit her blog or follow her on Twitter.

For Those Who Have Scars…

By: Nancy Backues
Posted: September 8, 2014

My first surgery in 2010 left me with a 6-inch scar running down the back of my left thigh. Of course I know it's there, but since it's on the back of my leg and it's faded over the last few years, it's easy to forget about. This time, however, there was a new scar, and this one wasn't so easy to port.

For those who don't know, a port is a small device implanted just under the skin for the purpose of delivering chemotherapy drugs. While I am thankful to have had it during chemo, I wasn't looking forward to toting it along on my vacation. It's implanted right under my right collar bone, so it was easy to cover up with clothing through the long, cold winter. But now it was swim suit season. That was a whole new ball game.

Unlike the one on the back of my leg, this was one scar I could not ignore. When someone looked at my face, there it was...a few inches below my chin, looking like it was about to burst out from under my skin. It was unmistakable. It was unavoidable.

That is when I would just have to be seen, and I (and everyone at Ft. Walton Beach) would just have to live with it!

Strangely enough, it didn't bother me once my feet hit the sand. :) I figured those who didn't know what it was could probably care less. And those who did know what it was...well, they would understand.

They would know that it's more than an ugly protrusion under my skin.

More than a disfigurement.

It's a physical marker of the battle I am waging.  A weapon in my arsenal.

That's the thing about scars...those of us who have them understand what they represent.

We don't see the ugly or the imperfection.

We see the struggle.

The fight.

The victory.

As I type this, I am recovering from yet another surgery, and I have yet another scar. Before all is said and done, I'll likely have two more.

I don't like scars. Not because they're ugly, but because they represent pain. Deep pain. Pain no one should have to endure.

They remind us of a time when we were weak, vulnerable.

And for that reason, I'm learning to appreciate my scars. I don't know that I'll ever grow to love them. But I pray I will always remember what they represent...

"My power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak,  then I am strong."  2 Cor 12:9, 10

Nancy is an author, speaker, wife, mother, cancer-fighter, and lover of all things chocolate. When she’s not playing cook, chauffeur, maid, or referee to her family, she can be found writing about embracing grace at There is Grace. Nancy lives in Missouri with her favorite people in the world, her husband and two children. Follow Nancy on FacebookTwitter, or Pintrest.


By: Monica Steely
Posted: September 4, 2014

You direct me on a path that leads to A BEAUTIFUL LIFE. As I walk with you, the pleasures are never-ending, and I know true joy and contentment” (Psalm 16:11)


There has been pain.

Pain when two boys we used to care for in our home were killed. Pain when a fellow student in high school died. Pain when my family shifted and changed unexpectedly after college, and the foundation of everything I thought that was suddenly wasn’t, and everything I thought I had vanished and a series of heart-bursting earthquakes left me shaking, empty and broken.


Yes, there has been pain. But there’s also been beauty.


There was beauty when I was a teenager and would sneak in the back of church on Sunday nights — when I had done something I knew I shouldn’t, or was feeling something bigger than I knew how to express, or was confused or sad or lost. I’d sneak in the side door on the far right-hand side of the sanctuary and sit right there, on the second to last row under the balcony, where the lights were dim and


And every time — every single stinking time — God would have gotten there first, and sat there so quietly and invisible that it wasn’t until I felt His huge arms wrap around my body tightly that I realized I actually had sat on His lap, not just the pew. And for the entire service, He would just hold me tight and I would cry until there was nothing left.


There was beauty when as a young adult I reached the end of my rope — when the path of pain and shock and tears all converged right there at God — and my options were simply Will You? or Won’t You? and out of sheer desperation I fell to the side of my bed and whispered, I will. 


It wasn’t until I felt His huge arms wrap around my body tightly that I realized He had gotten there first and I had actually fell into His lap, not just the floor. And He held me tightly and I cried until there was nothing left.


And there was beauty when I a real-live grown-up and faced tragedy and loss and shook my fist at God asking, Why me? and He gently – oh so gently – whispered back,

Why not you?


and my pride vaporized and I again found myself in His lap, arms tightly holding me as tears fell until there were no more.


There has been pain. But there has been even more beauty.


We all know suffering. We know the question-raising, faith-doubting, back-turning pain this life brings — whether we’re affected by it, or it’s our own personal story to tell — we know it. We see it throughout the Bible, in our communities and in our world. The consequences of a fallen world mean we will have pain.


“I’ve told you all this so that trusting me, you will be unshakable and assured, deeply at peace. In this godless world you will continue to experience difficulties. BUT TAKE HEART! I’ve conquered the world.” (John 16:33)

And the secret to not just surviving the suffering but thriving in it is tucked right there in the end of the verse. The take heart, or be of good cheer as it’s sometimes translated. The original Greek of that phrase is wrapped up in one word — THARSEO — literally meaning ‘be of good cheer’ or ‘be of good courage.’


And that phrase — THARSEO — is either spoken by Jesus or in direct relation to Him each of the eight times used in the Bible.


THARSEO – Your sins are forgiven. (Matt 9:2)


THARSEO – Your faith has healed you. (Matt 9:22)


THARSEO – It is I. You have nothing to fear. (Matt 14:27)


THARSEO – Do you see? It is I. (Mark 6:50)


THARSEO – He calls for you. Get up and go to Him. (Mark 10:49)


THARSEO – Your faith has made you well again. (Luke 8:48)


THARSEO – I have overcome the world. (John 16:33)


THARSEO – You have successfully told your story about Me in Jerusalem, and soon you will do the same in Rome. (Acts 23:11)


Our defining moments — the moments that lead us to a life of beauty or a life of ashes — come when we’re standing facing that fork in the road deciding between the Why Me? Path or the Why Not Me? Path.


As we stand there we hear Him call THARSEO! and we either choose to be of good cheer or we don’t.


And it’s choosing the Tharseo path — the Why Not Me? path — that leads to a beautiful life.


Protect me, God, for the only safety I know is found in the moments I seek You. (Psalm 16:1)


A Beautiful Life is not about how to avoid suffering or pain or difficulty. But it is about choosing God and the joy and contentment He alone brings — regardless of our circumstances — is what makes life beautiful.


Because God is in the business of making beauty out of ashes, if we first choose to Tharseo. 


God has sent me to give them a beautiful crown in exchange for ashes. (Isaiah 61:3a)


He’s in the business of abundant futures and eternal riches, if we first choose to Tharseo.


You, Eternal One, are my sustenance and my life-giving cup. In that cup, You hold my future and my eternal riches. (Psalm 16:5)


He’s in the business of making glad hearts and joyful souls if we first choose to Tharseo.


This is a good life—my heart is glad, my soul is full of joy, and my body is at rest. Who could want for more” (Psalm 16:9)


He’s in the business of giving us victory in life, not making victims, if we first choose to Tharseo.


To anoint them with gladness instead of sorrow, to wrap them in victory, joy, and praise instead of depression and sadness. (Isaiah 61:3)


God longs to raise up Victors…to bring freedom to those that have been enslaved to their circumstances for too long…to show you how beautiful life truly is and empower you to choose the Tharseo path — to give you a heart of courage and good cheer.


THARSEO! He calls for you. GET UP AND GO TO HIM.



Monica Steely is a writer, speaker, coffee iv’er and transformation whisperer. She blogs at Elevate Ideas and procrastinates anything related to cooking, cleaning and other domestic activities. She’s also the co-founder of Be Still Be Free…a mindset revolution seeking to encourage women to BE first and DO second. Listen to BE’s podcasts on iTunes or Buzzsprout.


Watercolor hearts photo © (modified by Monica Steely)


How are you going to love?

By: Kristianne Stewart
Posted: August 28, 2014

When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.  37  Then he said to his disciples,  “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few.  38  Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.”                                                Matthew 9:36-38

Jesus had compassion for the distressed,  the dejected, the lost.  A few years ago,  I was so hemmed in by my need to serve on God’s personal God Squad,  handing out sin citations,  that my love for the lost was overridden by my prideful need to defend God’s truth.  I was still moved by the innocent who were maligned and hurt,  but immune to the sinners birthed from a corrupt culture.  It was then God showed me if I were to love the lost,  I would need more empathy for the “guilty” than for the innocent.  I would need compassion.  And slowly,  He gave me a heart of compassion,  a compassion that compels me to love in action.  A voluntary act of my will, a yielding to the Holy Spirit.

Compassion that compels forces your heart to pay attention with intention.  It kneels down to your child to listen with your eyes. It reaches across the table at that next family gathering.  It knocks on your neighbor’s door.  It extends itself at a ragged shirt sleeve and outstretched hand. 

Do not forget to entertain strangers,  for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.       Hebrews 11:12

Close your eyes and think about someone whom you love with your whole heart.  Someone easy to love. Then create a mental montage of those who may not have loved you in return.  Now stop,  and think about the family member you are called to love,  but just can’t?  If they died today would you know where they would spend eternity?  If you doubt it is in heaven,  do you feel that is their just reward?  Or do you feel compelled by the same compassion to serve the helpless, to leave the ninety-nine sheep, and seek the one that is lost?  In Matthew 9:37-38, Jesus identified the needs and saw that the workers were few.  

Do you think he was only speaking to His disciples after a series of mega-picnics that fed thousands?  Or is His word living and active today and it includes us?

The answer is yes,  we are His disciples. In verse 38,  Jesus tells us to ask  (pray)  the Lord to send,  some translations say force,  the workers into his harvest field.  

What if,  just what if,  you were praying and God commanded you to harvest the field?  Could you do it steeped in the confines of judgement and condemnation with arms crossed?  Or suffused in His grace and mercy like those loving arms, outstretched on the cross?

... “Simon son of John,  do you truly love me more than these?”  “Yes, Lord,” he said,  “you know that I love you.” Jesus said, “Feed my lambs.”  16  Again Jesus said, “Simon son of John, do you truly love me?”  He answered, “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you.” Jesus said,  “Take care of my sheep.”  17  The third time he said to him, “Simon son of John, do you love me?” Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, “Do you love me?”  He said, “Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you.” Jesus said, “Feed my sheep."             John 21:15-17

Jesus posed the question to Peter three times, “Do you truly love me?”  By the third time,  Peter was hurt.  How could Jesus ask him three times?  Peter said,  “You know that I love you.”  If Jesus knows all things, why was he asking?  He certainly wasn’t asking Peter because He didn’t know.  He was relentless in His questioning not for Peter to affirm his love, but for Peter to decide how he was going to love.  Jesus asked Peter and today He asks us to display His love through compassion.  A compassion that should compel us to feed the innocent lambs and take care of the lost sheep.  

The question remains, how are YOU going to love?



Kristianne is a writer, speaker and founder of Compassion That Compels. Her life of love is filled to overflowing for her husband Royal, and their daughters Grace and Annelise. Collecting people and gardening are among her passions. Painting lives in brilliant hues of God’s love and compassion is her purpose. Join Kristianne on Facebook Compassion That Compels. Follow her on Twitter Kristiannefaith and Instagram



What are you afraid of?

By: Wendy van Eyck
Posted: August 25, 2014

I, I’m the One comforting you, What are you afraid of – or who? Some man or woman who’ll soon be dead? Some poor wretch destined for dust? You’ve forgotten me, God, who made you, who unfurled the skies, who founded the earth. Isaiah 51: 12-13 (MSG)

I am afraid of confrontation.

I know that confronting a small thing when it occurs is better than facing off about a big thing further down the line. 

This last month I forgot this and I ended up in a situation where I was feeling used and abused and alone. 

After another episode of being treated badly I yelled at my computer in frustration and then burst into tears. 

My poor husband has heard me ranting about the situation for weeks. While I stood there wiping tears away he told me to quit. 

He told me I needed to stand up for myself and if it meant that I lost the contract we’d find another way to make ends meet. 

And I knew: this man had my back. 

I’d forgotten that I wasn’t alone and that I didn’t need to solve this problem on my own. 

Later in the day I thought about what had happened and about how I do the same thing with God. 

I forget that God has my back. (tweet this)

I think that’s why God included verses like Isaiah 51:12 – 14 in the Bible, little reminders that he is bigger than all our problems

Cues that most of my worries are tiny 

compared to a God who made me, unfurled the skies, and founded the earth.

When I put it like that I wonder why I would ever think that God didn’t have my back?

Why I would stress for even one moment that if I stand up for myself God won’t back me up. 

My problems are nothing compared to crafting a human, or flinging stars, or speaking a planet into being but that doesn’t mean God doesn’t care. 

As long as I remember God has my back, all my fears seem tiny. (tweet this)

Even confrontation doesn’t seem so scary when I remember that God is standing right behind me saying, 

“I’ve got this. No matter what happens, I’ve got your back.” (tweet this)

Ponder: Do you ever feel like no one has your back? How do you feel about the idea that God has your back?

Prayer: Lord, thank you that I don’t need to be afraid because you are with me. Amen.



Wendy van Eyck is married to Xylon-a man who talks non-stop about cycling-and makes her laugh. She write for anyone who has ever held a loved one's hand through illness, or believed in God despite hard circumstances or ever left on a spontaneous 2-week holdiay through a foreign land with just a backpack. - See more of Wendy at Connect with Wendy on Facebook, Twitter

Do You Want a God Who Builds Skyscrapers or One Who Makes Stars?

By: Martha Bailey
Posted: August 21, 2014

I sat in the early worship service fighting tears that refused to be held back as we sang:

“Change my heart, Oh God.  Make it ever true. Change my heart, oh God; may I  be like You.  You are the potter; I am the clay.  Mold me and make me; this is what I pray.”

Afterwards I leaned over to Waylon and said, “Isn’t it amazing how those words take on a new meaning given our new set of circumstances?”

A few weeks earlier I had been faced with an option—to choose my own selfish desires or to choose to be more like Jesus.  It was a WWJD moment.  Opting for the latter would mean I couldn’t turn my head from hurting and needy people. Instead I would have to look them straight in the eye knowing it was going to rip my heart out and be very costly.

Acknowledging the Lord as “the potter” and me as “the clay” would mean He would begin to mold my mind so I could view the world through His eyes.  Matthew 9:36a tells us that “When Jesus saw the crowds, he had compassion on them.”  We say, “Of course, He did.  He is Jesus.” But in order to really understand the words Matthew recorded we need to know what the word compassion means.  It’s more than just seeing with our eyes and saying, “Aww, poor people.”  No.  Real compassion is something we feel—in the pit of our stomach or in our chest.

It’s an emotion that won’t go away and compels us to action.

Later in the service Sunday we sang, “Wherever He Leads I’ll go; Wherever He leads I’ll go.  I’ll  follow my Christ who loves me so; wherever He leads I’ll go.”

Allowing the words to sink deep in my heart I realized “wherever” means wherever He chooses not wherever I choose.  Weeks before God had said to me, “Trust me.  Don’t try to figure this situation out.  You’re not smart enough.  You are in an IMPOSSIBLE situation.  But if you will believe I am sovereign, I will make your path clear.  Clear—not easy.”  I knew He was asking me to demonstrate I genuinely believed what He said—that I really would trust Him.

Toward the end of Week Three of our ordeal, some precious friends gave me a book entitled Perfect Trust, by Charles Swindoll.  Knowing that was what I desperately needed—not a little bit of trust, not a kinda sorta trust, but p e r f e c t  t r u s t—I devoured every word of the book.

Making his case for trusting God, Swindoll compared what man can do as opposed to what God can do.  He said that when people do something it has the mark of humanity on it. For example, when people build a skyscraper, “You can follow the logic of it and see the meaning behind it.  You can even read what they paid for it. And how they pulled it off and the organization that made it so slick.”

However, Swindoll went on to say, “God doesn’t build skyscrapers; men build skyscrapers.  And they all have the touch of genius.  Human genius.  But you cannot find a man who can make a star.  And when God steps in, His working is like the difference between a skyscraper and a star” (Perfect Trust pp.32-33).

Isn’t that profound?

Have you like I many times settled for what I can do when we have access to the Sovereign Lord of the universe who “determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name?” (Psalm 147:4

Lately, the Lord has made it clear to me that while much of life can be handled by human ingenuity, there are situations that can only be handled by the wisdom mentioned in James 1:5-8.  It comes from God who gives it generously to those who trust Him.

Today let’s trust God when He said,

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. 

“As the heavens are higher than the earth,  so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” (Isaiah 55:8-9)?

Let’s don’t settle for wisdom that can only build skyscrapers.  Let’s take our petitions to the top–to the One who can make stars.

Dear Father, help me to believe that nothing is impossible with You. Help me take great comfort in knowing You don’t build skyscrapers, but You are the  omnipotent Lord of the universe Who “determines the stars and calls them each by name.”  Help me to trust You with all my heart.  In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Scripture Reading:  Psalm 147:4; Isaiah 55:8-9; James 1:5-8



Martha is a pastor's wife, author of two books--Putting My Dress-up Clothes Away and It Hurts but I'm Okay (available at Amazon and insight Press)--and blogs Wednesdays at marthabailey.comTo find out more about Martha's: Treasures, Past, Christian Service, Publications and Passions, visit her blog or follow her on Twitter.

Let it go, Let it go, That perfect girl is gone!

By: Dianna Salciccioli
Posted: August 18, 2014

Since last November lots of young girls have been holding their hair brushes and singing at the top of their lungs, "Let it go, Let it go"!!  Parents, teachers, and even youth leaders have expressed weariness to hearing this sung over and over and over again!  Knowing this I have taken time to listen to how young girls sing this song and I have been amazed!  








Evey time I hear a young girl sing this song, she revs up her emphasis and volume when she sings the verse, " Let it go, Let it go. I'll rise like the break of dawn! Let it go, Let it go! That perfect girl is gone!! Here I stand in the light of day! Let the storm rage on, the cold never bothered me anyway!!  Why do you think this is?

Let me share some insights.  As women, young or old, we want to be accepted; to be liked.  We get wounded when we are rejected or misjudged.  Often we hide who we really are in order to appear perfect, and judge ourselves more harshly than anyone else when we feel we don't measure up to the perfection we expect from ourselves.

It makes sense that young girls love to "shout" the words to the song, "That Perfect Girl is Gone" because it feels freeing to act like we simply do not care what people think, but we do!!

I have written about this before but it bears repeating; we won't please all the people all the time!  We won't always measure up to the expectations of others, and as hard as we try we will not achieve perfection!

So here's what is true~~ God has poured good gifts into us all.  His love is laced with grace, forgiveness, and hope. Every day is a new beginning and we are saved by grace --not perfect works!!

So, my ladies~~ young and old~~ you don't need to be perfect to be crazy loved by your Lord!! He thinks you are precious beyond measure! Embrace these thoughts today!!

But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.  Romans 5:8

In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins 1 John 4:10

These thoughts were on my heart today; I pray you are encouraged by them!!


Dianna Salciccioli co-founded and leads alongside her husband Greg, at Coachwell, Inc.- Coaching & Consulting Company. Dianna's been a pastor’s wife, pregnancy resource director, teacher’s aide, youth pastor’s assistant, and coach in her life but her highest calling is being a quality wife to her precious husband, as well as a hands on mom to her incredible sons!  Over the past five years she's been blessed to add to her “roles” that of mother- in- law to two of the greatest young women she knows! This year, Dianna's role grew to grandma and her heart swells at the thought! Follow Dianna on her blog.

Everybody's Love Smells Different

By: Kristianne Stewart
Posted: August 13, 2014

Now he uses us to spread the knowledge of Christ everywhere, like a sweet perfume. Our lives are a Christ-like fragrance rising up to God.         2 Corinthians 2:14-16

Grace’s ringlet curls wrapped around her spangly bracelets as she leaned across our bubble gum tea party. She wiggled her index finger in the space between our faces. “C’mere, mommy…real close and breathe big with me” and we did as if together, we could breathe in tiny moments like solid molecules. “Mmmm…I love you. You stink really good today, mommy.” Of course, I completely understood that it was the scent of my perfume but what Grace really smelled was my love.

Everybody’s love smells different.

My Italian grandma was never a gushing geyser of sentiments but I do remember the endless flow of Little Debbies that grew within the pockets of her flowered, polyester housecoat and sent me on cream filling waves across her kitchen linoleum, to the gold shag carpeted guest room. I never knew what treasures waited behind the real imitation wood closet doors with their shiny brass knobs. There were always stacks of toys, games, and primary colored striped clothes that if they were too big for me, I could pass to my older sister and too small, given to a younger cousin.

My grandma’s love smelled like a mix of garlic and mothballs.

In the Old Testament around the time of the battles between the "ites" and the ambivalent Israelites, animal sacrifices were pleasing aromas to God. I’ve read the New Testament starting with the red letters enough to know what Jesus saw, heard, tasted, touched but what did Jesus smell

But this fragrance is perceived differently by those who are being saved and by those who are perishing.                                                                                                                                                                                           2 Corinthians 2:16                                  

 Lazarus was dead for four days

A woman with an issue of blood for 12 years

Legion and his tomb dwelling demons

And how about that mid-dinner pedi Jesus did for all of his disciples?

Let’s face it, what Jesus had to smell would leave us gagging. Nowhere do we read about Jesus priming his hand sanitizer bottle or getting into a Febreze spraying frenzy after each encounter.

Not a mention of what He smelled, because maybe what Jesus smelled was love.

Live a life filled with love following the example of Christ. He loved us and offered himself as a sacrifice for us, a pleasing aroma to God.       Ephesians 5:2

Retracing the steps across and around the decades of my life, I see first my 20’s “if God loved me."  30’s “when He loves me." Now in my 40’s and no longer an “unsecure person," but firmly rooted in faith and realizing that grace isn’t acquired like a scouting merit badge, it’s because He is love. God loves me because God is love and to Jesus, I hopefully stink really good.



Kristianne is a writer, speaker and founder of Compassion That Compels. Her life of love is filled to overflowing for her husband Royal, and their daughters Grace and Annelise. Collecting people and gardening are among her passions. Painting lives in brilliant hues of God’s love and compassion is her purpose. Join Kristianne on Facebook Compassion That Compels. Follow her on Twitter Kristiannefaith and Instagram

God Is Enough

By: Sabrina Nelson
Posted: August 11, 2014


Have you ever stopped and wondered if God had a bucket list? Would He have made a list that included watching His only son Jesus be tortured, crucified, dead and buried? I am sure if He did make a list it would include all of the wonderful things that He accomplished. Feeding 5000 with 5 loaves of bread and 2 fish from a little boy (John 6:5-13), parting the Red Sea (Exodus 14:18,31), restoring sight to the blind and the lame able to walk. All just a day’s work for God!

There are wonderful places to visit and things to do, and there is nothing wrong with that. I have decided that a bucket list should actually be a short one for me. I may be able to go places and be blessed enough to do things I might desire to do in this life, but I want my main focus to always be Christ centered and all of the things on my bucket list be only things that would result in His glorification

Sabrina’s Bucket List:

 1. Live for God, solely for Him and have a relationship with Him that HE desires.

 2. Share His name, His word, His works with others. This is something He desires and asks of us.

 3. Lead others to Him. This is what we are called to do as children of God and yet another of His desires.

 I truly want my bucket list to be the things that God desires of me.

I want... to always be one with a servant’s heart, a willing vessel and spirit that will do whatever it is He calls me to do at any moment.

I want…His love to shine from me and for others to know without a doubt that when they see me, they see Jesus.

I want…to share His word with others so that they may come to know Him.

I want…to praise Him all of my days, both the good and the bad for after all, any day given to us is from God.

 I believe if I am able to do all of these things, all of the places I may want to go, or things I may want to see will all just be blessings granted to me by God for being a good and faithful servant. Nothing in life is free and the price Jesus paid on the cross for our sins certainly is the biggest price of all.  How hard should it be for us to attempt to repay such a debt? It shouldn’t be. We should all wish to live for Him just as He was willing to die for us. In my eyes, that is not asking too much at all. In fact, I feel I could NEVER do enough but God is enough!

I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me.   Philippians 4:13

Why had I waited to really see this now? Due to my own serious health issues and suffering losses all around me, it made me begin to wonder...

Be still and know that I am God   Psalm 46:10

God was writing my bucket list this entire time. I learned to trust Him and have faith that He was working all the while for my good. And I learned to be still. Trusting Him and having faith in His plan led me straight to Compassion That Compels. He brought me right into exactly what He wanted me to be doing. This ministry has become so close to my heart and a huge part of my life that I could never thank Him enough for the trials I endured. I am grateful for those valleys He led me out of, only to lead me straight to Kristianne and Compassion That Compels! He knew what He was doing all along. He only needed me to trust.

For I am the LORD your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.  Isaiah 41:13

I will never doubt Him again! And in return, my bucket list-my priorities have completely changed for the best! I challenge you to do two things. Sit down and write your bucket list and see where God ranks on that list! If He isn’t at the top, put Him there. At the end of the week, sit down and write your list of things you’ve done for God that week. It may not be a long list but it’s a start! Remember, every page starts blank. Every day with Jesus is a clean slate. It’s up to you to write it and to live it 

God Bless,


Sabrina is a loving wife who is blessed beyond measure. A servant’s heart is woven into her being and her focus is giving to others and leading them to know God. She is married to her best friend, has an amazing mom, two great step-daughters and one precious granddaughter. Follow Sabrina on Facebook or Twitter@sabrinamnelson.