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Unleashing Grace

By:  Bobi Ann Allen But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them—yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me.--1 Cor. 15:10 Have you ever been robbed? When I was a girl, my family’s car was broken into while we were on vacation one summer.  Talk about a downer.  The thieves didn’t take much but all of us were shaken by the fact that someone had entered into our space uninvited and pilfered through.  We went back to the hotel, packed our things and went home.  Our trip was tainted and we just wanted to be back in our own house where we felt safe. As believers, we constantly deal with a thief, he is the accuser and the Enemy of our soul. Scripture references him and says “The thief comes to steal, kill and...

Lesson from the Fishbowl

By: Donna Avant Recently my husband, John, purchased a fish and a fishbowl to use in a sermon illustration.  His plan was to give away the fish and the fishbowl the next week.  However, he grew fond of the fish and, oddly, I have also.  He confessed last week to our entire congregation that he has found himself on occasion talking to the fish he has now named, D.O.C. (Disciple of Christ)!  I promise you that John has not lost his mind.   The truth is this little black beta fish has reminded us both of some very valuable lessons we have learned over 38 years of being in the ministry. The transparency of the fishbowl is crucial.    Upon becoming a pastor’s wives 38 years ago, I was told that fishbowl life was terrible.  Everyone would be watching me; everyone examining my every move.   Yet, what I have discovered is that living in a fishbowl is actually...

Good News of the Dark Day!

Recently, an Uber conversation turned to the reason I was in the city. In the midst of dialogue, my driver said, "We are the same in our religion.  You have your prophet, and I have mine!"  My response stopped him.  "Well you can say that but not me.  You see my Savior came and died for me so that I will never have to be concerned with religion ever again!  It's not my religion but about my relationship with the One who gave His life for me so that I could be CERTAIN that I would spend eternity with Him and Our Father!" I know where I will spend eternity and because of this I live to please the ONE who died for me. The driver was intrigued and asked if we might continue this conversation another time.  I answered affirmatively and handed him my card.  I hope the day will come that this man...

White Puff Balls and the Gospel

By:  Jodi Aiken Wildflowers and weeds occupied the large lot next to the home where I grew up. I loved wandering around the turf searching for treasures. I especially liked to find dandelions. Their yellow petals transform into a white puff ball called a seed head. Finding my treasure, I would bend down, carefully breaking the stem without causing the ball to fall apart. While holding my breath, I held it close to my chest making a wish. Then, I would bring it up to my mouth and blow it as hard as I could. The white puff ball exploded in every direction as if carrying the message of my wish to a magical place. As I recalled this childhood memory, I recognized that as believers in Christ Jesus, we are much like the white puff ball of the dandelion. The ball holds many seeds, and each seed is attached to a stem with white fur...

Jesus, Our Joy–Lesson 4

We've made it 1/3 way through our study. It's easy to get behind because well, life. We all have a lot going on which is why online Bible study is such a gift. However, the Enemy is an expert at making us feel guilty and shamed if we don't have all the blanks filled in or haven't gotten it all done by the time we think we should. Let me encourage you to not give in to such discouragement. If you get behind, that's okay. Jump back in and don't rush. Let God speak to you through each day of study in His Word. God isn't eager to scold you but instead He longs to meet with you and transform you. Lesson 4 brings us to Chapter 2. Brace yourself because Chapter 2 comes packed with some harsh words and most likely some crushed toes. As we...

Contextual Living

It was Monday, and despite how tired we were after a full weekend of ministry, we headed to Animal Kingdom to kick off our boys spring break with a bang! We knew that the week ahead would require us to be away from Michael and Ryan a lot and really wanted to spend some quality time loving on them. The weather wasn't great, mostly over cast and drizzly, but not enough to call it quits. We sauntered through the park and as we did, received some unexpected texts regarding conference accommodations for the next day, which unfortunately required our immediate attention. We continued on as my husband and I addressed separate issues on our phones, when a couple moving at a slightly faster pace skirted by, looking at us with much disapproval. As they passed, the man proceeded to say, snarkily, "Well that's great parenting!" referring to us both being on our phones at a theme...

Back to the Basics

"Lord this is too much. I need a moment to myself. Everybody needs me all at the same time. Can I just scream?"

Perhaps this is familiar. Perhaps you are overrun with everyday tasks, overwhelmed by the needs of everyone around you, drowning in your attempt to be everything to everyone else. Perhaps you can relate.
As a Pastor's wife, I often find myself feeling stretched thin, caring for my husband and family, attending to the needs of the ministry, interceding on behalf of people I know and don't know, praying for the nation I live in and others I have never visited--AND working a full-time job. Daily life can bog us down and taint our focus if we allow it to do so. Recently I taught a lesson on "Getting Back to the Basics." The lesson served as reminder to all who attended the study as well as to me not to allow daily life to...

Be Still…I’m Moving

It is dark yet, and the day is so very young when I nestle into my favorite chair. There is such a stillness in our home this time of day except for the ticking of the clock and the occasional peaceful sighs of my sleeping pup nearby. My heart welcomes the stillness. I need these few moments far more than I make time for them. The last few months have been hard…really, really hard. Just the thought of some recent events exhausts me. It is in this pure stillness that I find solace and am replenished by HIM. Though in these moments few words are uttered, there is a crying out of the soul to its Maker. Cries for help, comfort, wisdom, healing. I know!!! I know with all that I am that He is working…. moving and orchestrating the impossible. My problem is that patience in the process is not my strong suit, especially when people I...

When to Stay – When to Go

Ever relocated your family for a job assignment? We moved several times while in the ministry and military. Each move required packing up our belongings, emotions, and what was familiar. Uncertainties of when we would move, where we would go, and how long we would remain was part of this life. We were either at the mercy of orders handed down from Command or Gods new direction. We learned to depend on God for comfort, wisdom, and guidance. Are you in the process of a move? Are you packing up your belongings, emotions, and all that is familiar? If your answer is yes, let me comfort you with a truth. God is already where you are going. He has your back. He is working out all the details and preparing new friendships… He is also working within you a deeper dependence on Him. He wants you to be settled in Him when your circumstances feel unsettling. God shows us...

Perspective

In 1995 I received a tree ornament from my oldest son that he made in daycare. This one has his handprint and a conversation recorded on the back about what he wanted for Christmas that year. It goes like this: Miss Lavran: “What is Santa Claus bringing you this year?” Dillon: “Something. Blue toys, I think. Big ones. I need another police car because my other police car is broken. I need another radio for my mommy and daddy.” Miss Lavran: “Is that it?” Dillon: “Uh huh, it is.” In the early years of his life, his dad was a police officer. Wanting to imitate his dad, Dillon dressed in his makeshift uniform. Patrolling the living room in his red police car, he would make siren noises while pulling over suspicious stuffed animals, instructing them to behave. Each year that ornament provokes a flood of sweet memories I hold dear to my heart. But this sweet memory always begs...