When You Walk into the Room


I know…I am posting in spurts.  I love writing but this season, I have to be very inspired.  I am taking my Texas Real Estate classes and that is taking a lot of time…besides the babies and our plan to homeschool our son this year.  I’m sure homeschooling is going to inspire some “Momlog” posts.

In the meantime, here is a song I’ve really enjoyed lately.  It’s time for some of y’all to update that playlist.  Just in case you don’t know who you are…if you are still rocking out to “Shout to the Lord” (you don’t need to delete it) it’s time to update your music.  I rarely purchase an entire album but I have enjoyed Bryan and Katie Torwalt’s album.

One of my favorites off this album is this one:


Feeling Stuck?


We have had some years of “feeling stuck”.  

Several years ago, God gave me this scripture as a “family scripture”.

Those from among you
Shall build the old waste places;
You shall raise up the foundations of many generations;
And you shall be called the Repairer of the Breach,
The Restorer of Streets to Dwell In. -Isaiah 58:11

Basically, I felt God tell me that we will build a foundation for generations…we get to help people establish a firm foundation in Christ Jesus.  And that we will get to help repair breaches and even safety to the streets.  God reminded me of this, this past weekend at the prayer retreat.

It was in a moment of grief.

On the way to the retreat, I adopted a young lady (yes, I adopt people…I adopt kids, dogs-although I am trying really hard to turn that into a foster situation- and people of all ages) on the bus.  It’s funny but she was sitting next to me and she was carrying a purse that I also own (I knew she had good taste).  She was brave (signing up for a retreat where she didn’t know anyone – I would TOTALLY do that).  Turns out she is a young mother of two boys 3 and under.  And she was so hungry to learn about prayer.

As the retreat started, they mentioned that there were about 180 women in attendance.  As I looked around I would estimate that 2/3 of them were 50 and older.  I love older people!  They are rooted and grounded.  They are solid.  I met Ruth and Irma and wanted to hang out with them and hear their testimonies.  Miss Ruth started speaking to me in Spanish (I’m not even a good “Tex-Mex” Spanish speaker), I had said, “No habla espanol.”  I loved these two ladies, we ate several meals with them and had a chance to pray with them.

Our little group of five…it was four, one of my sisters, Judy, Candace (who I have written about) and Jennifer (my friend who is leaving next month to become a missionary to Macedonia)  but I made everyone adopt my bus buddy so we were five.  We are in our 30s…except for my 25 year old bus buddy and myself.  I’m 29.  haha.  No comments on that please.  Mom, Dad, I’m talking to you.

There may have been 10 women under the age of 30 and one looked forced to attend and two were leading worship.  

I was praying and asking God, where are the young, praying women?

Let me backtrack a little.  Several weeks ago, I started re-reading for the 10th time, Cindy Jacobs’ book, “Possessing the Gates of the Enemy”.  There are study questions at the end of each chapter but after reading chapter 1 the only question ringing in my spirit was, “How do we convert worshipers into intercessors?”  Why?  Because the next generations heading our way are great worshipers.  They have a passion to praise Him.  They love music and the arts.  However there are few intercessors.  There are people who will pray for themselves but who is standing in the gap for someone else?

Reminds me of Ezekiel 22

29 The people of the land have used oppressions, committed robbery, and mistreated the poor and needy; and they wrongfully oppress the stranger. 30 So I sought for a man among them who would make a wall, and stand in the gap before Me on behalf of the land, that I should not destroy it; but I found no one.

I love the worship that is coming out these days but where are the pray-ers? 

Back to the prayer retreat…

The woman who spoke at the Prayer retreat is a pioneer and giant of the faith.  Her name is Ruthanne Garlock and she is in the DNA of a little place called, “Christ for the Nations”.  She has written a series of books on Prayer.  She has missions in her blood and has written so many books on prayer and spiritual warfare.  And she is a grandmother of the faith.  I admire her greatly and pray that when I am “old” that I will continue to burn with a consuming fire of faith.  She didn’t mince words.  She didn’t sugar coat things. She was funny.  She was insightful and she is a full on woman of God.  

I’m pretty sure one reason the generations coming up aren’t interceding is because there is no respect or places of honor for our elders.  That’s another post.

Back to the word.  

God reminded me that we are called to lay foundations for many generations.  I could not remember where the scripture was found.  I was turning that over in my mind itching to look it up.  Incidentally, we had no service on our cell phones at the retreat center (some people did but mine was nil).  I had limited access to my Bible app and the search features on it are not great.  Normally, I used Biblegateway.com but again, no service on my phone meant no internet.  It’s good to disconnect.   I had to go old school and use my concordance.  Thankfully, I took my Thompson Bible that has a concordance.  After giggling with my girls and being asked to break our “prayer meeting” (someone used some sarcasm on us), I was laying in bed looking the scripture up by FLASHLIGHT!  We sure where roughing it.

 I found the scripture in Isaiah 58 which most people know as “the fasting chapter”.  As is my custom, I like to read the context of a scripture (lots of things have gotten confused when reading out of context). As I scan up, I find some If yous. That means…”If you” do this then.  

And here is the nugget.

Isaiah 58:9, “If you take away the yoke from your midst,
The pointing of the finger, and speaking wickedness….”

Immediately, I felt two things…First thing is we have to seek freedom.  We have to seek to remove the yoke from our necks; active participation.  The Second thing (because as you have witnessed in this post, I’m a question ask-er) I asked, “What is the yoke?”  While each person struggles with different things, I felt clearly that the yoke the church is facing today is yoke of religion.  We have replaced Jesus with a form of godliness…Paul described it in 2 Timothy 3 as “having a form of godliness but denying the power thereof”.  We profess Jesus Christ but do not believe/have faith in His power.  He’s just a guy from a long time ago who died and maybe rose again and said some cool stuff…it’s not enough.  We have to forget religion.  There is NO POWER in religion.  There is power is Jesus; He is LOVE, He is WORD, He was flesh and dwelt among us.   

If you have been feeling stuck, it’s time to take off your yoke, get FREE, stop pointing fingers at everyone else, deal with your stuff, speak life and start to live in ALL the promises of God!!!  




Stop trying to recreate your first Kiss


This blog probably isn’t about what you think it’s going to be about.

We attended a prayer retreat this weekend and on the way back we were having some deep conversations. I was trying to describe how, as Christians, we often choose certain songs based on how God moved in a season of our life.  Some songs are special to us because that song was playing when we first connected with Him and gave our lives to Jesus….I would have to go way back for that.  

My sister, in the back seat says, “We have to stop trying to recreate our first kiss.”  There was a pause as I processed that, that was exactly what I was trying to say.  Just in case she didn’t come up with it herself, I asked, “Did you just come up with that?  How did you think of that?”  She said, “Well, it’s sort of from the movie, ‘Hitch’.  Hitch tells Kevin James’ character that the first kiss important because it may be her last first kiss.”  

The church does this often…God moves us on a certain song and we add that song to every service for 3 years.  My view of the church is it is organic.  As the body of Christ we should be growing and changing…we’ve had an “ugly” stage and now we need to move on to a “beautiful” stage.  There should be songs that move us in certain seasons but we cannot hold on so tightly to what God did that we miss where He is taking us.

Everyone in the car is a married and we all agreed that there are aspects of our relationship with our husbands that have improved with time.  While the first kiss was sweet and special and earth shattering at the time, we all know our husbands so much more intimately now than we did when they first kissed us.  That saying, “I love you more now than when we got married.”  It may seem trite but it’s true because now I love the real him not the him I thought he was…in other words…now I know him and I love him.  I thought I knew him and loved him, but I didn’t know anything.  It’s true.  If you still love who your spouse is today then you automatically love them more than when you married them because your love is more unconditional.   It’s the same with Jesus.  You think you know Him at that first kiss but you have no idea.  And if you are busy recreating the first kiss you are going to miss all the great things He wants to show you now.  

Isaiah 43:18 says it like this, “

“Do not remember the former things,
Nor consider the things of old.
19 Behold, I will do a new thing,
Now it shall spring forth;
Shall you not know it?
I will even make a road in the wilderness
And rivers in the desert.”

Thinking about this scripture it makes me think of wells.  In Genesis 26, Isaac redug the wells that his father, Abraham, had dug.  The enemy had filled those wells up with earth (dirt).  There may be a time for redigging wells but then in Deuteronomy 6:11, God promised His people wells they didn’t dig.  And then in Isaiah, rivers in the desert.  Why are you redigging when you should be looking for some wells you didn’t dig or some rivers in your desert season?  

We have to stop returning the last place we felt God move…He isn’t there any more.  I recently had a word from God and He told me, “I’ve been with you all the time.  It’s not about going back to where you last heard me.  It’s about making contact here and now.”

It’s not about the first kiss.  With God, it truly gets better and better.  


Possessing the Gates of the Enemy: Chapter 2 Generals of Intercession


So far, no one responded to chapter one but I’m moving forward anyway. In this chapter Dr. Cindy describes how God gave her the plans for starting Generals of Intercession.  

One of her questions that I really liked was, “Why is unity in intercession important for effective prayer?”

Great question…also lines up perfectly with a chapter in my book about prayers of agreement.  Praying in agreement with other believers is not only powerful but NECESSARY! 

My question for discussion is this:

Has there been a time in your life when you were in prayer about something but did not see results until you prayed, in agreement with other believers?


Momlog: 2014 Boogers


Since the Boy was very little I’ve been a Nazi about him putting his finger up his nose. Well, maybe not a Nazi because that’s pretty hateful and cruel but some torture may have been involved.

I was with some friends the other day, most of whom are parents and I shared this story. I thought for sure I had written this one on the Momlog because it grossed me out and it’s funny although at the time…not so much.

A few months ago the kids and I were visiting my parent’s church. We attend church weekly so the Boy is pretty clear on what behaviors I expect at church. We attend a church plant in our town which means our church is in an elementary school which by nature is designed (I think) for the dirt to show so it can be cleaned up; the floors are white, the surfaces are flat and smooth. My parent’s church has a beautiful new building. The alter area has a facing on it that is rock. It fits nicely with the outside design of the building. It’s a Texas thing. We design our buildings in a rustic way to reflect the rustic terrain outside since my parent’s church is way out in the wilderness (the first time I took the Hubs there he asked if I was taking him to the “batcave”…I laughed and said, “Well, Robin will be there” – the pastor’s first name is Robin.)

During the course of the service, we were invited to come to the alter. The pastor prayed over us. As he is praying, I look down and the Boy has the biggest booger on his finger…I really don’t know how he had a booger that big in his nose. He is about to wipe it right on the rock on the facing of their alter. I grabbed his arm…avoiding the booger. So gross. As soon as the prayer finished, I found a tissue for him. Here we are at the alter in a rather large church and I’m lecturing my son that “we don’t wipe booger on thing especially not on the alter of a church…it’s God’s house.” Also makes me a little sad that I have failed to teach my son about the sanctity of God’s house but that’s probably another post.

No matter how gross I thought that was, I do have a one praise report out of the event…PRAISE GOD, THE BOY DIDN’T PUT THAT BOOGER IN HIS MOUTH!!!”

BTW, if the Girl, who is now 15 months old, even hears the word nose, she sticks her finger right up her nose and walks around like that. The reality is I am praying for crop failure in my life…I was a nose picker. I was doing it at least age 4 or 5 because I can remember doing it.

Pray Big


Growing up, the denomination we were members of frowned on tattoos…it wasn’t as common back in the day. A while back, I met a believer who has some tattoos…several…alot (as we southerners would say) and was ashamed of some; deeply ashamed of some of them. This past week, God brought to mind Brother Bobby (I cannot remember his last name but everyone was “brother” or “sister”) who had a tattoo from his younger, wild military days (I think he was in Vietnam). He was ashamed of it after his incredible conversion…he was a hippy and when he got saved it was on. One day he gave a testimony. If I remember correctly the tattoo was on his forearm. He took off his jacket (men still wore suits to church back then), rolled up his sleeve and showed our church. He prayed, giving his shame and the tattoo over to God and asked God to remove it…it faded away. When he showed it to us, it was no longer readable and barely discernible. No doctors or chemicals, God gave him new skin. In my mind, God was doing something He wants to do for everyone, He removed shame in a very physical way. Pray something unimaginable today! for our God can do exceedingly, abundantly greater than anything you can ask or even imagine! Imagine the biggest prayer…God can and will “one up you”. Pray BiG!

Momlog; 2014 Boys


It’s been a while since I wrote a “Momlog”. My days are super busy now and I’ve discovered that many of the things I’ve thought are “crazy” because they turned my life upside down are really “normal” things for people who have kids. The truth has been revealed…life with kids is crazy. And life with little boys is really strange at times.

Recently I walked into my son’s bedroom and he was spitting on his Nabi (kid’s electronic tablet). I was pretty disgusted and upset because we have been teaching him (or trying to teach him) to take care of his things. I confiscated the tablet. After cleaning it off, I decided to investigate the situation.

It opened my eyes to the life of a 5 1/2 year old boy. I watched all of his videos.  Little kids are extremely self-absorbed and little boys do weird things.  He had several videos of himself…one of him punching the Nabi, jumping on the Nabi, spitting on the Nabi, and several of a Hulk action figure punching the Nabi (that was a popular one).

Since I had already lectured him about taking care of his things and the spitting, I made him a video of me on the Nabi.  Then I waited.

It took him two months to find the video.

Yesterday, he took a video of his babysitter and he found the video I made for him. He thought it was funny. In it, I told him that we do not hit, kick, punch, or spit on our things and I also asked him to please make videos of people other than himself. I need to remember to download the videos before he deletes them as some of them were creative for a 5 year old. He totally doesn’t “get” where the camera is on his devise though…he thinks the camera is the screen I think.

He is growing up so fast.

from this….



to this….



(Mom tearing up a little…sniff…sniff).