"Martha, Martha...only one thing is needed."

A couple of mornings ago, I climbed into bed after Mercy's early morning feeding, anxious to get another hour or 2 of sleep before the older girls woke up.... and I felt a gentle tug in my soul.

"Come be with Me."

And I whined, "but I'm so tired"..... and I'm ashamed and my heart hurts that I didn't get out of bed.

Tonight I wept as the Lord brought this moment back to my mind. I had thought about it briefly that morning, as I stumbled, bleary-eyed and just as exhausted, out of bed about an hour and a half later to pour juice and turn on cartoons.

But you know what? I learned something tonight as I asked the Lord's forgiveness for not heeding His call.....

That morning... that gentle whisper against my soul.... it was an invitation to come into the Presence of the Most High God, not because He needs me, but because I need Him---- and He knows that. And somewhere in my pride and arrogance, I make spending time with my Lord about me and what I can offer Him or what I need to do in order to be pleasing to Him.

And I'm so wrong. Because it's not from my striving and trying and self-discipline and denying sleep and better time management that I somehow stumble upon becoming holy....

I think it's more like "you become like the One you spend time with"..... and His beckoning to me is an invitation to be loved on by Him and to be refreshed in Him and to be filled with Him.

And it's in the being with Him that the Spirt-fruit is produced in me..... that joy for the trials and that love for the unlovable and that peace for the unknown and that patience that is tested. and tested. and tested again.

And I weep... that I reject His love... and that I choose not to be the Mary at His feet and instead choose to be the complaining, "busy" Martha.

Yet... my Creator God and Savior King pursues the heart of this daughter of His who gets so distracted but who just desperately needs HIM. Even if the laundry piles up and the toys remain exploded and the bellies are filled with pb&j and crackers over and over.... these children will be much better off if this is the ONE thing that happens each day...

That the response to this wildly jealous invitation to be loved on and known by God would be answered with me getting out of bed and entering into that most Sacred Place... and finding the rest that I most need.

{Mercy} Elisabeth

Mercy : a blessing that is an act of divine favor or compassion
Elisabeth : "God's promise", "oath of God", or "I am God’s daughter"

My precious daughter....

As soon as I was surprised that you were a girl, God whispered your name against my heart. I wrestled with it for awhile because I just wasn't sure it's what I wanted to name you. But every time that I tried to settle on something else, I was pulled back... to your so very special-to-me-name..... Mercy.

How God has used you even before you entered this world and breathed to fill your lungs for the first time.... it astounds me. Many times in my life I have doubted God's ways that are so higher than mine and when your coming was made known was another of those times.

Your life.... the anticipation of it.... has taught me much about the grace and mercy of our God. As I walked through my own sort of valley of the shadow, when grief over loss was all I could feel some days, there was YOU. A new seed.... sprouting and growing and living and moving.

"Forget the former things: do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland." Is. 43:18, 19

Dear one, as strange as this may seem, I do not wish for an easy life for you, void of heartache or suffering. The reason is this: Never have I known the Heart of our Jesus like I have in my loneliest, most painful moments. And my precious girl...it is SO worth it. There is nothing on this earth that can compare to experiencing Him. And above anything else, THAT is what I will pray for you. That you would know Him. That you would know because you have experienced His Presence when you are in your wilderness and in your valley of the shadow. And then, in those desperate moments, His grace and His mercy would rain down on you like new life.

I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness,
    the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed.
I remember it all—oh, how well I remember—
    the feeling of hitting the bottom.
But there’s one other thing I remember,
    and remembering, I keep a grip on hope:

God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,
    his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
They’re created new every morning.
    How great your faithfulness!
I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over).
    He’s all I’ve got left.

God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits,
    to the woman who diligently seeks.
It’s a good thing to quietly hope,
    quietly hope for help from God.
It’s a good thing when you’re young
    to stick it out through the hard times.

When life is heavy and hard to take,
    go off by yourself. Enter the silence.
Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions:
    Wait for hope to appear.
Don’t run from trouble. Take it full-face.
    The “worst” is never the worst.

Why? Because the Master won’t ever
    walk out and fail to return.
If he works severely, he also works tenderly.
    His stockpiles of loyal love are immense.
He takes no pleasure in making life hard,
    in throwing roadblocks in the way:                 Lamentations 3:19-33 the Message

This is the passage the Lord gave me for your name.... and so I will share it with you until you know it for yourself. His mercy is new every morning. He is ever so faithful. 

And I have sweet YOU as a reminder of this truth...... and every time I speak your name, may I remember the goodness of my Lord.

I love you from the depths of my heart, my {Mercy} child....

Extreme Makeover: Heart Edition

I love the show Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. The stories grab my attention and my heart and I love watching the hope that families receive when they are given a gift so big and so beautiful.

And God has given me my own "Extreme Makeover". Only this one could be better defined as a "heart" edition and it doesn't come with a 7 day vacation to a Disney resort and I don't watch the demolition on a computer screen. I certainly didn't send in an application tape asking to be chosen for a major overhaul. I had no idea the desperate state my heart was really in. And it was the exposure of my husband's sin that God used to reveal to me my own.

Grievous sins... idolatry, self-rightousness, PRIDE.... oh that darn pride. Yet as the Lord started stripping away the things in my life that I held onto, things that in themselves were good, but that I had made into idols.... He became so very real to me.

My story goes a little more like this....

Jesus has lived in me for awhile, but there was a part of my heart that was shut off from Him. It was me who kept the door closed since no one else lives in the inner part of my being besides me and Him. His light seeps through the door on the sides and on the floor and it casts shadows around this room, but I really don't feel too comfortable looking around in here.

I don't know if I opened the door or if He knocked it down... I'm not sure it really matters. But suddenly He was there. And I was being held in His arms. Tenderly cradled as I wept over broken dreams and a shattered reality.

Then I looked around. The light had come in with His Presence and suddenly I felt naked and exposed. My first thought was to grab a bucket and a rag.... this place was filthy! I was so embarrassed and ashamed.

You know on the tv show how Ty will take the family around and ask about the house and their story and what's important to them? Sometimes I don't like watching that part. Most of time I just want to see the end. The pretty part, ya know? But I guess I don't know how they would get there if they don't start with what comes first. Or perhaps... that is part of what makes the end so beautiful. Is to see the "before" picture.

And that's what the Lord did with me. He walked with me inside my "home".... I told Him what was important to me. And we looked at some of the visible damage already done. I cried over the fact that I had no resources, ability, or talent to "fix" the place up on my own. He reminded me that He did. As He held me in His embrace, He invited me to trust Him to be the Architect, the Creative Designer, and the Builder.

The demolition process on the heart is brutal. At least for me, that has been and is the experience. I feel like even the things that I know don't look good, once God starts to tear it down, it gets so much worse! The wall with chipping paint.... as that was pulled back, God pointed out the black spots behind the sheet rock. I jumped up and said "I'll get the bleach spray" and He so gently said "Bryana.... that is toxic black mold. Bleach will not fix it. I need to replace this poisonous wall that is wreaking havoc on your health." The creaking floor? I learned that not all of my supporting beams were solid. There was dry-rot in my foundation and those beams needed to be replaced before the whole structure caved in. And that's what it's looked like and been like as God works in my heart and my life as I allow Him to.

So very painful. New, fresh air to breathe. More solid footing. Freeing, terrifying, surrendering, fighting, blessing.....

Oh, and how I look forward to the day when I get to shout, "MOVE THAT BUS!!" and my Glorious Creator reveals the beautiful tapestry He was weaving all along.....  I imagine I will fall on my face in wonder at His Goodness and His Love.

In the meantime, as I am somewhere on the "7-day makeover process" that is more like a "lifetime process" in the heart edition.... I wake up daily and get to choose if I'll allow construction to move ahead. It's the choice to trust my Savior or not. To surrender to the Most High God or not. We ALL make the choice. Lord Jesus, help me to give a resounding "YES!" every, single morning.

Beautiful Obedience

A few days ago, God revealed something to me. He showed me that I've lived trying to obey God because I feared what would happen if I didn't... feared disappointing Him or somehow "letting Him down". What I've found is that obedience with this root of motivation---fails miserably! At least, that's been the pattern for me.

Trying, trying, trying.... fear, fear, fear.

And I'm not talking about the kind of fear that is healthy and stems from an awe of our Maker and a belief in His Greatness and Power.

The kind that on a "good" day, had my ego inflated thinking I had it under control and as long as I could keep it up, I'd be okay..... But far more often had me defeated and discouraged, always afraid that I just wasn't good enough and if I could just try harder, be better, figure it out, pray more, have more self-control...

Pride.

I wanted it my way, on my own strength. I desperately fought for control and thought if I could just do things right, I'd get what I wanted.

Some days I can say that I'm grateful it hasn't turned out the way I'd always hoped. (other days.... well, I still have a ways to go)

The thing is, God loves me far more than I ever dared to dream. And WAY more than I ever grasped in Sunday school. There are just some things I never got... didn't understand. Or maybe didn't want to accept. But there is something about coming to the end of myself that has given me a dose of courage to dare to discover more.


And what if, I could obey God, the King of kings, my Creator...... simply because I trust Him?

God's goodness. His goodness to give me a glimpse of beauty amongst the ashes. Because this single truth is life-changing for me. It means freedom. Freedom to live in assurance of His promises despite my circumstances and freedom to claim the blessings of obedience that flow from a heart secure in the grip of the Almighty's Hand.

"O people of Zion, who live in Jerusalem, you will weep no more. How gracious he will be when you cry for help! As soon as he hears, he will answer you. Although the Lord gives you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, your teachers will be hidden no more; with your own eyes you will see them. Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, 'This is the way; walk in it.'" Isaiah 30:19:21

What do trust and dirty diapers have in common???

This blog post may be offensive and too graphic for some people, so if you have an issue with “potty talk”, I’m giving you fair warning right now. Or you can judge away J No matter.

I have entered into a stage with my 2^nd child that no human being ever wants to experience…. She has, not once, not twice, but HANDFULS of times, taken a dirty diaper off herself and proceeded to try to “clean herself up”.  The last episode we experienced was when I found her doing her best to wipe herself up with Q-tips! Which were being lovingly handed to her by her older sister. Thankfully, (although I ask myself how I can use that word in this story) I caught her before it had been spread far and was able to disinfect the area in a relatively short amount of time.

The only reason I even dare share this story is because I think that God has used it (I’m becoming convinced He really can use ANYTHING), to reveal to me how I at times try to clean up my own crap in my life.(pun totally intended and I thought about using a more “mild” or ladylike term but nothing described it well enough so I called it what it is)

I can’t even begin to count the times I’ve hidden myself in the corner of a room, attempted at using something that would not only take forever, but even if it removed the visible stains, would leave behind an untold amount of bacteria to infect everything around it and I’d say its not out of the realm of imagination that a well-intentioned loved one has stood nearby and sweetly done their best to “help” me.

I’ve told my precious child to “ask Mommy for help” and to “wait for me” to clean her up. I can’t think of a single thing I’ve ever learned about my Savior that has led me to believe that it’s my job to clean my life up. Yet I’ve wrestled with this truth for a really long time.

While I hope that my daughter's habit to do this is just a passing phase, I think my issue stems from a lack of trusting God. It’s embarrassing, really. I find it pretty easy to say, “I’m just trusting the Lord with it all” or “God is in control and on His Throne” and lots of people I know talk like this too. I’ve witnessed His Divine power and faithfulness in people’s lives around me. And I don’t think He hasn’t done the same in my life…. I’m just beginning to wonder if I’ve ever really given Him the credit in my heart.

It pains me to say that if God asked me, “Bryana, do you trust Me with everything in your life, even the things your heart holds most dear?”, the only honest answer I would have right now is…. “Not really, Lord. I want to! Jesus, help my unbelief!” 

And I hope that is the first step of faith for me. 

To admit that I lack faith.

And with a grateful heart, praise my Jesus for loving me enough to show me that I do.

I don't know if anyone else wrestles with trusting God as much as I do, but if you do, I'll be praying for you as I fervently ask the Holy Spirit to continue to work this all out in my heart. And if you don't and you think about it, I would certainly appreciate any extra prayers on my behalf. 

I'm going to share with you a story.... One that was written in a book I read by Beth Moore. If I didn't know better, I would think she wrote it just for me. It is a true story.

Once upon a time there was an unhappy couple. She said it was because they were so mismatched. She married beneath herself. In actuality, they were not altogether different. After all, the reality is that baggage attracts baggage. One set may have looked more like a brown paper sack and the other like fine, leather Gucci, but it's all baggage.

She kept a cold heart toward him because she knew he had to be bad. Somewhere deep inside of her it was the very thing that had first attracted her, but she would never admit to such a thing. Yes, she knew he had to be bad. And just as she suspected, he was. His sins were many and grievous by anyone's standards. Terrible and as broad in consequence as a thundering black horizon. She caught him in his sin, and shame reverberated throughout the broken family. 

He fell on his knees in repentance and begged God to save his life and spare his family. He did. Though the change in the man was obvious, some things never changed. She held on to her cold heart and wore her unforgiveness like a corsage of dead roses. It was her badge of honor to remind her children she would never forgive. She said it was for their sake. 

He took his punishment for years, as did the children. If she had only known that the effects of her coldness, self-righteousness, and perpetual punishment were just as devastating to their trembling home as were his terrible sins.

One day she died. The chains of bondage draped a body that had finally turned as cold as her heart. The last remaining blackened petals on her corsage of dead roses fell to the floor. She died in her bitterness.

 He grieved for awhile and strangely would have had her back- if he could have.

Then God did a most peculiar thing. In the man's aging years- years spent feeding hungry people and ministering to any who would have him- God brought him another mate. One whose heart was warm with affection. God blessed the latter years of the old man's life with joy and usefulness- yes, even after grievous sins.

His wife of many years never committed any such sins, yet she drowned in the gall of her own 

self-righteousness- proud to the very last breath that she had never sinned against her family like he.

And he? Well. He lived happily ever after.

Powerful story, right? I pray that it speaks to your heart the way it has mine.... As I hear God calling me and asking me to lay my "Gucci" baggage at the foot of His cross, I have come face to face with who my Jesus is.... and what GRACE really does. Thank You, Lord for Your unending, immeasurable love for this daughter of Yours. The last thing I want is to die a bitter woman who You do not know and who never really knew You.

So in case you ever hear a story about a strange girl who sobbed uncontrollably on a United Airlines flight while reading a book..... it was Me. And this story still moves me to tears every time I read it.

Lesson #1: Happily ever after happens in the FREEDOM of life in CHRIST.

Lesson #2: Don't read a Beth Moore book on a plane. (on second thought, DO. it feels pretty good to not care a whit about what people think of you!) 

Some random pictures....

I found a couple more pictures from the b-day celebration that I thought I would share, so here they are:

Payslie and I had a tea party..... She got to eat a little bit of cake....

This is what I was given.

Adorable Deux Lux wallet from my mom... LOVE!

quote on my birthday... love it.

the finished product of the bday pedicure... on date night :)

We went to the horse races at Keeneland last week... the girls loved watching the horses! 

I made rice krispy treats the other night...... this was my second attempt at doing them by myself... the first was a disaster. Sounds crazy, right? How can you mess up rice krispy treat??? Well let me tell you. You can. By dumping the WHOLE box of cereal in your marshmellow mixture that was only supposed to take about 5 cups(less than half the box). And then trying to "add" more marshmellow mix. Didn't work. But this time.... perfection. :) with sprinkles. (channeling our inner-"Fancy Nancy") And so I've decided. Sprinkles can go on everything. And it's better that way. In our house, we add sprinkles to: rice krispy treats, vanilla yogurt(it makes it "just like orangeleaf"), applesauce, pb&j.... for special occasions, you know???

We had a pig-tail day because Felicity's hair fits in piggies now!!!

We love our hang-out buddies! It is chaotic and crazy and lots of fun!:)

You know those days when you see something that your kids are doing and you think, "Gross!.... I better take a picture!"???? Today we had a moment. Payslie and Felicity were "taking a nap" on the DIRTY kitchen floor, UNDERNEATH the DIRTY kitchen rugs, ON the couch PILLOWS. That's the sort of stuff that happens when Mom has to be on the phone for way to long with the water company.