I Have A Pet Peeve

I have a pet peeve.

Well, I have a few pet peeves. I won’t share them all, but I think this one particular pet peeve matters. I think it’s important, because I think it will affect how you read this blog. And, if I ever have something to say that’s worth reading, you should know me well enough to filter my words through a more correct impression of who is doing the writing. Does that make sense? 

I visited a blog the other day – a stranger’s blog, that I just happened to visit. It doesn’t matter which one, though, because there are so many blogs just like it. Too many of them, and they make me weary. I hesitate to talk about them, because I know some of you really do like those blogs. But, they upset me. They hurt my feelings. I know you know them. They are Christian women’s blogs that are written and presented by Christian women who give the impression they have arrived. No, they won’t say that. They will actually make sure they tell you they don’t have it all together—that is the latest marketing ploy—but if you look behind that facade of false humility, you will see that what they are really trying to do is build your confidence in them. It doesn’t matter if they are big-time authors, or small-time entrepreneurs. It doesn’t matter if they are creating this image themselves, or just submitting to the powers that be and going along with the flow. It doesn’t even matter if they are successful, or not. What matters is that they are always selling you a product. The product might be just themselves, but something is definitely for sale. And, that hurts my feelings.

“Well, gee, Caroline, you’re really judgmental.”

Yeah, I know. Better that you understand that now, too, before you read any further. I am judgmental. We’re supposed to be judgmental. It’s a biblical truth. We’ve been told how to judge, and we’re expected to judge and discern a lot of things. If we were more judgmental, the Christian church in America would actually be making a difference in our world. But, that’s another topic, for another post.

Look, I don’t want to make money off what God has done for me. I do want to protect what I have written, so you should know everything on my blog is copyrighted. I am very possessive of my words, because they come at personal cost. However, the content is not for sell. I suspect a day may come when I will compile these posts into something I can share more easily with those who do not have internet access (yes, there are people in America without the internet), but do you imagine I would ever require a price from anyone for something Christ paid for at the cross?  The things the Lord has taught me, and the testimony of how I have applied them to my life, are a work He did. He paid the price.  He alone deserves the praise and glory. If what I write does not bring Him praise and glory, that will be a failure on my part to effectively communicate His goodness. If what I write ever encourages or strengthens you, He alone should receive the credit.

“But, Caroline, the workman is worthy of his hire.”

Really,  you’re pulling that one out? Someone brought that up to us the other night—again. He said: “You should put it out there that Doug is available to speak. Churches will pay for him to come. They will collect an offering. It’s a good way to make a little money. You could use the money, couldn’t you? That would be good, wouldn’t it?”

Pretty sure my hair was standing straight up on end.

I understand that this is the way things are done in the American church, but we don’t happen to follow that line of reasoning.  Doug will always go wherever he is in invited, whether he is asked to preach, testify, share the ministry, lead worship or just play the sax. No, he does not refuse honorariums or offerings. We are in full-time ministry, living by faith. Of course, we need money. However, he will also go anywhere the Lord sends him without an honorarium, because it is never about the money. It never can be about the money. When money becomes an objective in ministry, ministry becomes a product. That’s just not cool. Of course the laborer is worthy of his hire, but my question is, “Who’s doing the hiring?” Do we work for man, or for God? In the secular marketplace, we know we answer to the one who signs our check. She or he is the boss. We work to please them. At least, we do if we want to keep our job. Translated into ministry terms, it’s not good!  You may think this is too simplistic of me, but I’ve actually been in the ministry long enough to know I’m standing on pretty solid ground here. There may be exceptions, but I don’t know of them. Does that mean a pastor should not receive a salary? No. Doug receives a salary as the Director of New Brothers Fellowship. However, our Board, and I believe this is true in every godly church, submits to God and trusts He will lead them as He leads those whom they hire for those spiritual roles within the ministry they administrate. As I told this good person—I know he was only trying to be helpful—Doug is a fine product. I could easily package and promote him. However, God would never bless that. I know there are lots of folks who will disagree with me, and if you think you need to enlighten me, let’s talk. I’m not closed-minded, just convinced of my position. I could be wrong, and if I am, I’d like to know. You just have to convince me.

So, back to the point: I’m not trying to sell you anything. Not even myself. In fact, this is true in my real life ministry, too. I don’t want people to like me. I want them to hear me. I want them to see my example, and follow me as I follow the Lord. But, don’t stop judging me. I tell this to the ladies all the time. Measure everything by the Word of God! I am a big blog of human frailty—prone to sin. All I can offer is a heart that regularly submits itself to the Lord for cleansing, realignment, and duty. I just want to be a tool in His hands. If He chooses to use me here, or there, than praise be to Him.

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The Moon or The Stars

“Shoot for the moon! Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.”

My Mother had a strong optimistic streak to her, and we could count on her for a word of encouragement anytime we needed it. There was always a Bible verse, proverb, or rhyme ready on her lips to support whatever good counsel she was dispensing, and this particular gem really captivated my childhood imagination. I loved the idea of landing among the stars! I know it is more accurate to say, “Shoot for the stars. Even if you miss, you might make it to the moon,” but the point is the same: aim high. Set goals that you know are out of reach.

Well, I am going to do that now. I can hardly articulate the goal, though, because it really is more than I have words and courage to express. Maybe, very simply, it is to just be honest and write an absolutely unfiltered (read: unedited and unpresentable) account of stuff that I think really matters to wives. I guess that is a broad enough statement. And, I know it’s not stuff that matters to all wives, but I know there is a certain population of women that could possibly benefit from reading some of this. I don’t know who they are, but I’m not really responsible for making sure they get to read it. It’s kind of like Doug’s songs. The Lord just told him to put them out there, make them available. So, that’s what we did. We founded a publishing company just to be sure they would always be available free of charge, and then he posted links all over the internet. That was a long time ago now, but people are still discovering his songs, and still being blessed. Not everyone can afford a CCLI license, or sheet music, you know? We made sure everything they needed to use his songs was there for them online. We even had a plan to ship songbooks free of charge to anyone who asked. People say folks don’t appreciate anything that’s free, but a starving person doesn’t care. We want to serve the starving.

So, that’s the story here, too. This is my moon shot. I’m setting my goal far higher than I can ever achieve, but I’m gonna go for it. Another favorite saying from my Mother was, “Inch by inch, everything’s a cinch,” and I’m going to be reminding myself of that little maxim as I go along. Ultimately, I am just going to trust that if I am hearing from the Lord, He will prove Himself as I yield to Him. I’m a nobody, you know? Seriously. There’s no reason for anyone to care about anything I have to say—but it’s a free lunch. And, I know there are hungry people out there who may just be blessed. I have spoken to enough women to know there is a need. I’m not saying the Lord has given me a private revelation (He has not), but He has taught me things in the battle that I know apply to anyone willing to apply them. A marriage is a union of two people, so it takes two people to make it work. If a man is not yielded to the Lord, and unwilling to repent, that wife is going to have to make a hard decision. However, it’s possible that the hard decision she has to make isn’t what she’s been hearing from her women friends or pastor.

Yes, I know. I just said that I might say things that contradict pastors. I know that makes me evil in some people’s eyes. We’ll have to cross that bridge when we get there. Contradicting our church mores is one way this is going to be very unpresentable. Yet, if I am faithful to share what the Lord has given me, I will be sharing truth that will be life-changing for someone. I’m confidant of that, because it has not only changed my life, but the lives of every woman who has been courageous enough to trust and obey the Lord concerning their marriage.

Bold statement. I better go now and find my battle ax. Fear is creeping around outside the door.

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Is Your Tinsel in a Tangle?

A bit of Mary’s wisdom from my refrigerator for us all today. (By the way, I only just remembered to update my calendar today!)

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Pretty good advice, right?

I don’t know about you, but here in New England it’s unseasonably warm—not a flake of a white Christmas to be found in our 70 degree weather. In fact, I may have turn on the A.C. to survive the day. And, I definitely did not get everything done for my Christmas prep. There will mostly likely be the tell-tale “gift certificates” under the tree (well, actually, I didn’t manage to get a tree up). I am sitting here blogging, instead of doing something productive, but whether or not I think I’m ready…it’s CHRISTMASTIME!!! 

As my Christmas cards—which are still in their boxes, because I still haven’t gotten them in the mail—declare:

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It really is, isn’t it?! Five hundred things may be wrong in your life right now, but guess what!?? It’s CHRISTMAS!  And, that means there is SOMEONE who loves you right in the middle of your mess, just like you are, and He looks upon you with DELIGHT!!! Yes, that’s right! With pure delight, He sees you with LOVE and calls you perfect!! His heart longs for YOU!

And, this is the time of the year when THE WHOLE EARTH acknowledges His great love for mankind.  Okay, okay, I hear you there in the back row. You’re saying the whole earth hates Jesus, Blahbucks won’t give you a Merry Christmas on your cup, the tree in the town square is a “holiday” tree, blah, blah, blah! Listen, the very fact that anyone rejects celebrating Christmas is evidence of it’s power. Tell me the last time anyone protested against Kwanzaa or Diwali? It doesn’t happen! And, their protests just don’t matter! Christmas is happening anyway, isn’t it?! It’s right there on my calendar!

Coolest factoid ever: whether we believe in Christ or not, the reality of His love for us is unchanged. He doesn’t love us, because we love Him. He loves us, because He IS lovelove personified, come to earth in the flesh, and laid down as a living sacrifice for us all! He is the One who delights in us and longs for us! Yes, you, even if you are sitting there in the dark, hiding under that pile of dirty laundry.

Listen, December 25 is right around the corner. It’s coming whether anyone likes it or not, so get with it! Throw off those smelly old clothes, my friend! Toss off that yucky despair, nasty depression, and icky disappointment, and BE HAPPY this Christmas! JESUS LOVES YOU!!! Nothing will ever be bad enough to counter the power of the LOVE that He has for YOU, just as you are right now. And, NOTHING will ever cause His love for you to cease. Think about that and I dare you to be bummed.

Before I go, I want to share one of my very favorite Bible verses and a prayer that you not only feel, but personally know, His great love for you today!

“The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness; He will quiet you by his love; He will exult over you with loud singing.” (Zephaniah 3:7)

 Merry Christmas!!!

For This Child I Prayed

Riding home on the train the day I learned I was expecting, I began to pray for my baby’s future spouse. That first day I had no idea if I was praying for a husband or a wife, but I knew God knew, and I wanted to be sure I didn’t miss a single opportunity to intercede for the person who would one day be the most important person in my child’s life. I distinctly recall telling the Lord that I wanted him or her to be as happy in their marriage as I was (and am) in mine. Marriage had been such a trans-formative experience for me—so utterly fulfilling. And, as I had prayed for my own husband since I was 14, I thought this would be the absolute right thing to do for my child. And, I would have their whole life to pray!  I could pray for my child’s one-day-spouse all his or her whole life, too. And, the day Hannah was born, when I knew I was praying for a husband, I began praying with even more specificity.  When I look at Tim, in my heart I say, “For this child I prayed.” I prayed for him all of his life! I remember praying for him in junior high. And, high school, and in those college years. I prayed for his parents, I prayed for his job, I prayed for his purity. I prayed for everything and anything that came to mind. I had no idea for whom I was praying, but I knew my prayers mattered. I knew I was praying for someone real; I was praying for someone God had chosen for my daughter.

About the time Hannah started to begin thinking seriously about what kind of man she would marry, I wrote my own personal “wish list,” and began praying over it. I have always been in the habit of writing prayer lists, because when we write down our requests we give the Lord an opportunity to prove Himself to us. I have often looked back at old prayer lists and had my faith increase, seeing how God answered requests that seemed impossible. In the ministry, this is especially true. Men’s names that showed up on list after list, for years, and where are they now? Free in Christ! It’s great!

So, I wrote my list of what I wanted in Hannah’s future husband. I was pretty specific. It was a step of faith. I stuck it in my prayer journal, and over the years I would remind the Lord of my list. I would pray for him accordingly, using my list to remind how to pray.

Then, a couple of weeks ago, I remembered my list. I hadn’t thought much about it in recent months, since Tim came into our lives. But, I think the Holy Spirit wanted an opportunity to prove Himself. He reminded me, and I read down the long list I’d written. I was kind of amazed.  Would you like to see it?

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I’m happy to tell you that Tim is indeed an answer to prayer. As I watch my daughter become his wife, I will be celebrating my God who hears—if we will only ask. Saturday is very much about Tim and Hannah, but it is even more about a loving God who answers prayer.

By the way, Doug had a list, too. I urged him to give a wish list of his own. Would you like to see it?

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Yup. That was all Doug wanted. He said, “Well, I know your list will include everything important, so this is the one thing that matters most to me.” I dare say this might be the most important thing we prayed for, and it is definitely something the Lord answered. I have a grateful heart. The Lord has done a very good thing here.

In Praise of Coconut Oil

Over the summer, I developed a case of eczema (contact dermatitis?) on my hands. It was not improving, no matter what I did. Instead, I was getting a taste—a small taste, but a bitter taste nonetheless—of what the Saxophone Player has lived with his entire of life. My hands were always in pain. Water made them sting. Lotions did not help. It kept getting worse every day.

By Tuesday night, I was actually starting to despair. It had been the worst day yet, and I imagined it spreading up my arms by October. I was kinda freaking out, but it was disturbing enough that it compelled me to finally try something new: coconut oil. I have heard people tell me how great it is for our skin, but it just seemed so weird to me.

Misery won over my brain, though. I had an unopened jar, so I scooped some into a clean container and decided to give it a shot. Well, immediately I noticed it did not sting when it touched my skin. It also DID NOT make my hands itch. That was amazing all by itself. The next thing I noticed was that the moisturizing effect lasted. I have always had very dry hands, so not being able to use lotion (because it made the eczema itchy) was pretty bad. By the next morning, I definitely felt an improvement. Doug has talked about how he can feel his skin is better or worse on the inside, and I never understood what he meant. That morning, I totally got it. Seriously, night and day. There was a difference!

As of right now, it has been less than 48 hours. It seems a little premature to be calling coconut oil a miracle cure, but I am just so impressed! The skin is changing. I am pretty shocked. It may take a month for my skin to recover, but I have hope it will now.

This is the oil I am using:

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I know that it is important that it be expeller-pressed or cold pressed. I don’t know if it’s important that it be unrefined. (If you know, please let me know, too.) I liked that this was organic and non-GMO. Also, FYI, this does not smell like coconuts, which is great. (I do not like that smell—ugh!) If I suddenly have a terrible side effect, I will let you know. However, I expect my hands will be back to normal soon.

Has coconut oil been beneficial to you somehow? I’d love to know! I have started using it for my face, too. How do you use it?

A Love Story, So Far

“I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you.” Charlotte Bronte

Our daughter has written about her new relationship, and I wanted to share her posts with you. She has a lovely writing style, so I think you will enjoy reading her love story (well, her love story, so far). It is in four parts.

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

Sometimes, A Mess Is Joan of Arc

You were twelve, and you were very serious.

Over the years, I realized the reason for your decision was more unction of the Holy Spirit than you understood at the time.

Your passion for purity wasn’t a passing fad or a piece of jewelry. Others took those vows alongside of you, but so many left you standing. Alone. I know their compromise hurt you. They said they had your back—then laid down their swords and gave up, surrendering their fight.

Is there anything more frightening, than standing on a battlefield alone?

And, loneliness amplifies the chorus of discouragement and despair. It is tempting to forget why you entered this battle in the first place. The faith that got you this far has grown stale, and that doesn’t help. Looking over your shoulder, you see the others going on with life. They don’t look so bad off, do they? They survived, didn’t they? Is it really so wrong to decide to give up the fight? Resistance begins to seem futile.

Now, I don’t want to put upon you the burden of saving France. You don’t have to be Joan of Arc—being you is quite enough. I just want to remind you that, like Joan, you are fighting a holy war. You are a warrior. God is not testing you; He is asking you to trust Him. You’ve taken a stand—a very public stand—and it’s not easy. You just have to decide if it’s still worth it.

Remember: whether you quit or stand your ground, this battle will eventually end. The future will be your testimony.
Dearest, I know your heart is bruised and your hope has suffered from exposure, but you are more like Joan of Arc than you realize. You’re stronger than you think, and maybe more courageous than you know.
Look up! Do you see? There is another fighting ahead of you. He is not your True Love, but your First Love. He is fighting for you, going before you to clear the way. Just follow Him. He really does have your back.
 

(I first published this on 8/4/13, dedicated to my daughter.
I am thankful she kept fighting.) 

(Leach) Field of Dreams

Well, this week our landlord delivered the sad news that the yard is a leach field, and therefore not suited for growing edibles.  Not such happy news, but we are not giving up our garden dreams. I’ve planted in containers the past two years, and we can do it again. Except, this year will be better! As I shared last time, the Japanese Knotweed from our neighbor’s yard has always dominated the sunniest part of our yard. With it gone (well, it keeps coming back, but we continue the fight), we can create a semi-permanent place for a container garden. I’ll show you pics, when we get it in place.

Doug and I were both hit with colds this week, which meant no weeding got done. No sunflower seeds were planted. either.  Nonetheless, despite the setbacks, some of the flower seeds I planted earlier this month are sprouting. And, I did get a few vegetable seeds in pots.

When I don’t get time in my garden as I would like, I think about how thankful I am our food supply does not depend on me. I’m grateful I can play at gardening, enjoying the benefits without really suffering from the setbacks.

 

The first signs of life from my Spring planting. These will be Zinnias.

The first signs of life from my Spring planting. These will be Zinnias.

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These are the result of my Fall planting. They bloomed just in time for Mother’s Day.

 

How is your garden coming along this year? 

Let The Gardening Begin!

  Do you see that little patch of sunny dirt?  

 We discovered that this is the sunniest spot in the yard, and it was just a weed “garden.” So, we decided to clear it out and plant some vegetables. (Sunflowers against the fence.)

It needs some compost, and we’ll have to get a longer water hose, but we are hoping to have seeds in the ground by next weekend.


We plan to clear the rest of the weeds along the back fence and plant sunflowers. Maybe, some zinnias, too. 🙂 We are halfway done!

 I am new to the gardening hobby, but every year I love it more. Two years ago, when I started, Doug would watch me and say, “It makes me so happy to see you doing this.” He knew gardening was something I had always longed to do, but was very intimidated by. Now, he is joining me in this wonderful, new adventure, and it’s even more fun to work on it together.

Wedded Bliss

On February 28th, the Saxophone Player and I were married…again!

I’ve posted a little note on the Big Day and a handful of photos on the wedding page. CLICK HERE, or click the above tab entitled “Gregans…Again!”

Happy