by Lisa B on February 15, 2010
{think Gomer Pyle when you read the title because that’s how I sound}
I’ve mentioned here before that I am the Techie Girl over at She Seeks (a division of Proverbs 31 Ministries targeting 18-29 year old women). Now, I have to tell you, I love my P31 peeps to death, but really I had no idea why God has me working on a site targeting this age group. I’m so not in that age range any more, and really? I don’t feel like I have anything to offer up but my techie skills.
But last week I sent an email to Lisa W. who is the team leader of She Seeks and we started talking about Valentine’s Day. Yeah, I know it’s over, but I’m still talking about it. I’m talking about it over at She Seeks today.
That makes me nervous and feels really funny. This is the first time I’ve officially written something for someone else that will be somewhere else other than the ramblings of this blog. Years ago when I made the statement on this blog that I am a writer, I don’t think I even dreamed of writing for another site like this.
I remember what it was like when I was in that age group. Even though I’m older, I’m still getting good stuff through the devotions over there and I think you will too.
Go check it out. If it sucks, I give you complete permission to lie to me 
PS. Duck so didn’t listen to me. He brought home a dozen red roses for me and a red rose for Doodle. He says he never agreed to the deal I thought he had — I realized I was just talking and he never said one way or another. I love you Duck but you’re hard-headed
by Lisa B on February 3, 2010
Let me reassure you, I.do.not.
After I wrote my prayer post Monday night, where I laid my heart out there, honestly it felt great. It felt great to write like that again. The type of writing that I’ll know one day I’ll go back and read and not believe it was really me who wrote it.
Then Tuesday comes and I found out that a few tweets I’d sent out upset someone. If you have that little nagging feeling you shouldn’t tweet something (or Facebook status something) then don’t. I need to pray about my tweets too.
Nearly the whole day I felt frustrated and angry. School is out yet again (3rd day) for snow. We’ve been cooped up in the house since Friday. As much as I would like to blame it on PMS, I know it’s just my flesh fighting back. See, when I finally made the decision not to go to BlissDom, I felt God’s peace about it. I knew it was going to be hard when it got to the week of, but I thought I’d be ok. Honestly though I’ve been fighting having myself a pity party. So I’ve been praying.a.lot.
If you are going to BlissDom, it’s going to hit — if it hasn’t already. One or all of your children will start crying or fussing about how you are going to be gone. Things won’t get done. The house won’t be clean. Mommy guilt sets in. If you’re not going, it’s going to hit — if it hasn’t already. Plans change. Snow hits. You’re trapped inside your dusty, dirty house and don’t feel like cleaning. Kids get sick. You get sick.
I am praying for you. The devil doesn’t like it when we’re going about doing God’s work. He wants to distract us with those things that we think we should be doing instead. If you know it’s God’s will for you to go, then also trust in God to take care of things at home while you are gone. If it’s God’s will for you to miss this one, then focus on Him and what He’d have you do instead — maybe it’s joining me in prayer for our sisters in Christ to not be overwhelmed, to fight off temptation and make the better choice.
So, please don’t think I’m some great spiritual prayer warrior. Prayer is more than the most important thing — it’s necessary for survival — for every one of us.
by Lisa B on January 18, 2010
From Thursday through Saturday, I spent time with many amazing women. We prayed. We listened. We talked. We worshiped together. We laughed. We cried. By the end of our time together, we were pumped up for God — ready to do His work. We were excited and ready to get back home to our families — to share what we learned, what we heard, and what we did.
Reentry is hard.
But many of us were dealing with things back home. When we stepped off the planes we had to adjust. We had to hold back. Perhaps the airport is not the right place to dump all of our enthusiasm on our families. Perhaps they were really thankful that we were home and wanted to share their stories instead of hearing ours. Perhaps we did or did not do something that hurt them or made them angry while we were gone.
Reentry is hard.
But they are often hard on themselves when they don’t see all these things happening on a daily basis. They are quick to observe all they are doing wrong and slow to appreciate all they are doing right.
– Power of a Praying Woman, pg. 36 by Stormie Omartian
This is me. To a capital T. I am hard on myself for everything I did wrong. When I look back over the weekend, there are things that I did wrong and things I did right. The ones eating at my soul are the things I did wrong.
Reentry is hard.
This morning I sat down with my journal and poured my heart out to God. I couldn’t even put into words some of what I am feeling, but I know God knows and understands what I need. I also prayed for the other ladies I met this weekend who are going back home to bigger struggles than I can even imagine.
Reentry is hard, but God is bigger than my problems.
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