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Scriptures: Exodus 34:5-7, 1 Kings 17:8-16, 2 Corinthians 9:7-8

When my son Elias was born, my joy doubled—and so did my overwhelm. Early mornings blurred into long afternoons that stretched into sleepless nights. Having babies nineteen months apart was never the plan. I cried constantly out of both gratitude and exhaustion.

I felt so alone. I ached to see God. To know He hadn’t abandoned me in the land of spit-up and Cheerios. Consumed by life with a newborn and a tiny toddler, I wondered if I could still make a difference beyond my four walls.

The answer came in a way I had never expected—through breast milk.

My baby nursed around the clock, yet my breasts were engorged. I pumped extra milk to bring physical relief and with the hope that Elias would learn to take a bottle.

Day after day, week after week, he refused the bottle and my body refused to stop producing excess milk. I read books that said to simply stop pumping and eventually the supply would decrease. While this was sound advice, I felt compelled to keep pumping. My firstborn had taken a bottle like a champ, and an ample supply of frozen breast milk gave me the flexibility for an occasional night out. I was holding on to hope that my efforts to store up extra milk would pay off.

One morning I was out walking with a friend whose daughter had been born just a couple of weeks after Elias. We pushed our strollers side by side, panting up the steep tree-lined street and exchanging motherhood stories. As we neared the top of the hill, my friend shared that she was having trouble feeding her baby. Not just that the baby wouldn’t latch correctly, but that she wasn’t producing enough milk, and every formula they tried upset her daughter’s tummy.

“I’m trying to increase my production by pumping, but after thirty minutes I barely have half an ounce to show for it,” she said, frustration and heartache in every syllable.

The picture of my freezer overflowing with bags of breast milk flashed in my mind. At first, I felt guilty. Then I had an idea. My heart pounded in my chest—less because of the strain of pushing a double stroller and more because I was nervous. Questions swirled in my mind. What if I offend her? What if it gets awkward? What if I regret it?

Finally, I said, “Hey . . . I don’t know how you would feel about this, but I have a freezer full of breast milk, and Elias won’t take a bottle. If you want the milk, it’s yours.”

“Really?” she replied.

Later that night my friend arrived with an ice chest. Together we filled it with liquid gold, barely holding back tears. From a place of lack, God brought abundance. We both stood in awe, undone by His kindness.

For the long haul.

Scriptures: Ecclesiastes 4:9-12, John 15:13-17, Romans 12:10

When my friend made the offer, I didn’t even know what to say. I mean, of course the answer was an emphatic yes! But I was also speechless.

My boys were five, four, and two that summer when my friend Mindy asked if she could watch them for a couple hours one day a week to give me time to write—or do whatever I needed, or just be. As a mom with littles, time alone was the most scarce and sacred resource. I longed for it, prayed for it. Mindy knew this from experience because she had two girls around the same ages as my sons.

What boggled my mind and made a lasting imprint on my heart and in our friendship was the fact that Mindy wasn’t just helping me in a pinch or stepping in during a crisis. She was actively looking for a way to love me, to invest in our friendship by serving me on an ongoing basis. And the kicker? She did so without asking for anything in return.

I remember one particular morning that summer when I spent two glorious hours at Corner Bakery savoring a caramel latte and a large piece of cinnamon coffee cake while working on a blog post for my tiny corner of the internet. I was so full of gratitude for this slice of time away. Yet as soon as I pulled back into Mindy’s driveway, I broke down in unexpected and uncontrollable tears.

What’s wrong with me? I cried out to God as my friend helped buckle my squirmy, didn’t-want-to-leave boys into their car seats. I felt ashamed of the emotions I couldn’t name or explain. Was I not thankful enough? Did I not love my kids and my life enough? Did I not trust God enough with the things that weighed heavy on my heart even after enjoying the gift of my friend’s kindness?

But Mindy didn’t judge my tears. She just hugged me. She reminded me that I’m a great mom and it’s okay to cry even if you don’t know why. She told me that my boys were wonderful and she loved having them over.

“I can’t wait until next week!” she said, standing with her sweet daughters in the driveway and waving us goodbye.

Prayer for today:

Oh Jesus, what a friend I have in You. Thank You for reminding me of Your love and loyalty through the pages of Scripture and the stories in my own life. Help me to follow Your example of loving others well. Empower me today to live a life of courageous kindness for the long haul. Amen.

Several years ago I watched from afar as a dear friend from college battled breast cancer. When Alyssa was diagnosed, she had a toddler the same age as one of my sons and was expecting baby number two. Even though I hadn’t seen Alyssa in years, I cried when I saw photos of her bald head and pregnant belly. I chipped in with friends to send a care package. And I prayed.

I often shared Alyssa’s Facebook posts and invited others to pray with me when she was having surgery, starting another round of chemo, or delivering her baby. In this way, several friends who had never met Alyssa became invested in her story too.

So when the news came that Alyssa was cancer-free, my friends rejoiced with me!

And then when the cancer came back—widespread and aggressive—many in my community mourned too. Less than five months after her second diagnosis, Alyssa left the pain of this world and entered the arms of Jesus. In the midst of overwhelming grief, I also had the overwhelming desire to go to Alyssa’s memorial service—to bear witness to the world’s profound loss and celebrate the light Alyssa shined.

It wasn’t easy finding a way to go out of town and leave three littles during my husband’s busiest work and travel season. But eventually I lined up a couple different people to help. Then, two days before I was set to leave, one of my helpers got the stomach flu. I had no backup childcare. No one else who could step in. I was devastated.

The next day I was at church when my friend Shannon asked how I was doing and if I was going to the funeral. Shannon didn’t know Alyssa but had been following along through Facebook and regularly prayed for my sweet friend and her young family.

I told Shannon how I had really hoped to go but my childcare plans fell through. I couldn’t hold back the tears. Shannon handed me a tissue from her purse and without skipping a beat said, “Maybe I can watch the boys for you. I’ll have to double-check if I can move a couple things around, but I should be able to do it.”

Shannon had never watched my kids before. We honestly weren’t super close at the time. Yet here she was, rearranging her schedule to help. I couldn’t believe someone would do that for me.

As I traveled the long stretch of California highway to Alyssa’s funeral, a steady stream of tears coursed down my cheeks. Yes, I grieved my beautiful friend’s passing, but I also cried for another beautiful friend’s outpouring of compassion. A kindness I will never forget.

Prayer for today:

Jesus, thank You for having compassion on the hungry crowd and on me. Help me focus less on my predicaments and more on what You’ve already provided; less on my own plans and more on Your power. And give me opportunities this week to tangibly love others. Thank You for laying down Your life for me. Prepare me to do the same for my friends. Amen.

Courageous Kindness
Courageous Kindness
Day 2 •
Day 2: Exactly what you have.

Scriptures: Mark 12:41-44, John 15:9-12

I stood in my kitchen riffling through a small accordion file where we keep money for our monthly budget. It was the end of the month, so the file was mostly empty.

My sister was coming over soon, and I was scrambling to find some cash to give her. I checked my wallet. The jar where we stash dollars to save for vacation. My bottom desk drawer. All the places I might have hidden a few extra bucks.

My search was semi-successful. I thumbed through the wad of cash. Somehow I had found a hundred dollars. Strangely, though, they were all five-dollar bills. Suddenly, twenty five-dollar bills felt like both too much and painfully not enough. I wasn’t sure what to do.

My sister was going through a hard time—a really hard time. Life had imploded, and the gap between what she had and what she needed seemed impossible to bridge. I wanted to support her, to let her know that she wasn’t alone. In some ways a hundred dollars felt embarrassingly inadequate, as I knew it would hardly make a dent in her needs. On the other hand, I felt a little guilty that I had the resources to scrounge up that sum of money and the sacrifice didn’t hurt too much.

I stared at the stack of five-dollar bills. I didn’t want to make my sister feel insulted or ashamed by my gift. I just wanted her to know that she was seen and that I would walk through the fire with her. “Lord, help me to know what to do,” I prayed.

I felt a stirring in my spirit. The whisper of God that said, I know your heart and will honor it. Give joyfully—exactly what you have.

Later that afternoon, while cousins played together in the backyard and my sister and I cleaned up from lunch, I handed her a white envelope with my gift. She stuck it in her purse without opening it.

That night my phone binged with a new text: “Sister, I couldn’t believe it when I opened your envelope. This morning at church I put my last five dollars in the offering plate. I knew God was asking me to trust Him, but it was hard. Your generous gift was God reminding me that He sees me and will be faithful to provide for me.”

With tears in my eyes and a smile spread across my face, I stood once again in my kitchen, just shaking my head. Only God. His kindness to use and bless exactly what we have is abundant.

Prayer for today:

God, thank you for making living with courage and kindness so simple: I just get to listen to Your voice, remain in Your love, and follow where You lead. I’m so grateful You’re not limited by what I have; when I give my all, You honor it in ways I couldn’t imagine. Show me how to love someone in a tangible way today. You are able; I’m available—and I trust You. Amen.

Scriptures: Romans 5:8, Ephesians 2:4-5, Psalm 103:11-14

I did it again. My husband asked a simple question and I became totally defensive. We were dishing up tacos for dinner and he asked, “Is this all the carnitas?” And by those five words he simply meant, “Is the pulled pork I see here on the tray all there is, or do you have more in the oven?” It wasn’t a trick question. But what I heard was, “You should have made more food. This is not enough. You failed.”

See the chasm between his straightforward intention and my assumption-laden perception?

I shot him a nasty look and in a rude tone answered, “Do you see any more carnitas?”

He wanted to make sure he was divvying up the appropriate portions between our sons’ plates. I wanted to make sure my culinary efforts were not criticized. Rather than checking myself and asking my husband to clarify his simple question, I let sarcasm fly.

I felt threatened, and there was nothing kind about how I replied.

More often than I’d like to admit, I operate in relationships through a lens of self-protectiveness. At its core, my defensiveness is a reflection of one main thing: I doubt that I am loved for who I am. In other words, I believe receiving love is dependent on what I do.

Yet I know this isn’t true. My husband’s love isn’t conditional on how many carnitas I fix. And even more, God’s love for me doesn’t rely on anything I say or do. He loves me because I’m His daughter. Period.

My lack of assurance over how deeply I am loved has a direct impact on my ability to show love and kindness to others. Ouch. It’s painful to confess that, but my taco-night tantrum makes it clear. However, I don’t have to stay stuck in that defensive, sarcastic, painful place. Neither do you.

It takes courage to face the reality of false thinking. It takes courage to trust the kindness of God. To trust Him to rewire what we believe and how we behave so that we can reflect the truth of who He is and who we are as people made in His image. I’ve got a long way to go, but I’m ready to embark on this journey of courageous kindness.

Prayer for today:

Father, thank You for loving me right where I am no matter what I’ve done. Thank You for filling in the gaps of my poor choices, defensiveness, and sarcasm with Your grace. Help me to understand the depth of Your love for me. Empower me to show that same love and kindness to the neighbors inside and outside my own walls today. Amen.

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The Government is lying to us all

If you still think the government has been telling you the truth & they have your best interest in mind…you might want to look into these. I haven’t even had a chance to look into all of these. Saving for further research at a later date.

RESEARCH

Project Bluebird
Project Bluebeam
Project Evergreen
Project Artichoke
MK-Ultra
MK-Naomi
Project Monarch
Operation Chaos
Operation Gladio
Operation Mockingbird
Operation Paperclip
Operation Northwoods
Operation Ranch Hand
Operation Popeye
(Doomsday Project)
Cointelpro
Operation Project Seal
Operation Stargate
Operation Highjump
Operation Delirium
Project Rainbow
Operation Midnight Climax
Project Woodpecker
Project Stagate – Grill Flame, Sun Streak
Operation Cloverleaf
Operation Fishbowl
Project Bluebook
Project Coast
Musical Control (Rockefeller)
Project Groom Lake
Jekyll Island
The creation of the Federal Reserve
Fiat currency
Rear Admiral Richard Evelyn Byrd
Agartha
Flouridation effects
Agenda 21
Agenda 30
Monsanto
Aspartame
The Getty Research Institute
B G H (Bovine growth hormone)
Rothschild’s family history
Albert Pike
Adam Weishaupt
P.N.A.C
Council of Foreign Relations (CFR)
Committee of 300
13 families
Skull and Bones Society
The Bush family’s business dealings
General Wesley Clark
Bill Cooper
William Guy Carr
MILABS
Annunaki
Nephalim
Nibiru (Planet X)
Ninth Circle Cult
Nazi eugenics
Council of 13
Council of Nicea
Library of Alexandria
Vatican Catacombs
Emperor Constantine
Bloodlines of the Illuminati
Freemasonry
Knights of Malta
Jesuits
Sabbatean Frankists
D.U.M.B.S
Phil Schneider
Protocols of the learned Elders of Zion
Tavistock Institute
Frankfurt subversion techniques
Fabian society
Satanic ritual abuse
Elm St Guest house
788 – 790 Finchley Road, Hampstead
Christchurch Primary School, Hampstead
The Samson Option

Our prayers are with the innocent Ukrainians and Russians losing their lives at the hands of those REALLY responsible for what’s happening in their country, and those responsible aren’t in Russia. They’re RIGHT HERE, in the SWAMP.

George SOROS controlled Ukraine since 2012 and was inserted by the DAVOS GROUP and backed by OBAMA, UN, NATO & CIA. These are all the same individuals who created the PLANDEMIC, backed the vaccines companies and suppressed the vaccines DEATHS through controlled MEDIA Big Tech.

The Deep state created a CIA playbook Colour Revolution in Ukraine in 2014 and used students in the coup.

Pastor Bob McCartney gave a sermon series on current social issues this fall highlighting the truth found in the Bible. Here are my notes from this fifth sermon in his series, True Colors.

We are living in the midst of a seismic shift, a very real revolution in attitudes on the homosexual lifestyle. In 2004, 60% of the American public said they oppose same-sex marriage. Fast forward 15 years to 2019, and over 60% now favor same-sex marriage. That is a gigantic leap in cultural attitudes. Typically, cultures don’t change that fast.

Some of us now find ourselves on the visiting team and we have lost home field advantage. The culture is not with Evangelical Conservative Bible believing Christians on this topic.

There is a true generational gap in this particular sphere of thought. Those who came of age when this was perfectly acceptable look at it as a civil rights issue, not a scriptural issue.

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