Sing A Little Song

Sing to the Lord a new song; sing to the Lord, all the earth. Sing to the Lord, praise his name; proclaim his salvation day after day. Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous deeds among all peoples. Psalm 96:1 NIV

Yesterday I was outside looking for the keys to my van. I still have no idea where they are. (Cue “This is the Stuff.” by Francesca Battistelli.)  I guess it is a good thing that my van cannot go anywhere due to the alternator dying.

Oh, but I digress.

I went into my backyard to see if we had any tadpoles yet. Nope. No tadpoles. During all this, my little girl is on the swing set singing. Loudly. But, her singing is beautiful.  Her song? “I Will Follow You” by Chris Tomlin.

I get ready to head back indoors and call her to me. I call her again and she comes. She says, “Oh, sorry, Mom. I was just worshipping God. Praise the one and only Father, God.”

Oh, but I wish it were that easy.

But then…

Yes, Little One, praise Him. 

As we head in the door, I pray a quick prayer that she might always praise Him. I pray that she is always able to praise Him no matter where life leads her.

Jesus said in Matthew 18:3, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”

Wait. What does this mean? I mean, seriously. It is not as if we can go back to being 7 years old where our biggest struggles are losing teeth, challenging math problems, eating horrid vegetables, and early bedtimes. I am fairly certain that Jesus did not mean we had to go back to being 7 (thankfully). But, our mind set needs to be. Our attitudes should be. And, our beliefs can be.

How do I become like my 7 year old? Well, think about it. She was outside singing a worship song to God. Just because she could. At her young age, she knows God loves her. She knows she is special to Him. And praising Him is her way to say thank you for loving her.

What can adults learn from this sweet 7 year old? Three things.

One. That praising God and actively thanking Him cures distress. We’re taking our focus off ourselves, off our discomfort and off our struggles to recognize how awesome God truly is. Praising Him is a care free and an automatic expression of joy in Him.

Two. That faith in God is really very simple. We believe in someone we cannot see. We feel it in our hearts that He has us in His grip. We just know that God is bigger than anything we might face. Faith. Believing in what we cannot see because of the Spirit in our souls.

Three. Joy is real. Joy comes despite sorrow. Children find joy in bugs, lizards, sunshine, trees, play sets, and the beach. Swinging on the swing. Dad’s home from work. A new paint color. Kids can be joyful at the simplest things. For my little girl, it was swinging on the swing set on a hot summer day. She chose to display her joy by singing to God. How awesome is that.

Worship. Faith. Joy. These are the ingredients of a child-like faith. When we look beyond our struggles and choose to believe God, miracles happen.

Back to Matthew 18:3. Why do we have to come to Christ as a child? 

Because children keep it simple. Because children take what they are told, don’t over complicate it, and are able to have faith unscathed. But, even those kids who are or were hurt as children are able to be resilient and chase their dreams. They haven’t lost all hope. They have faith that life will get better.

Faith like a child. Praise like a child. Joy like a child.

Oh, Jesus let me be like my child. Let me have boundless joy. Let me chase you relentlessly. And, let me praise you always. Let me praise you in every storm, in every bit of joy, and in every season change. 

Praise the Lord. Praise the name of the Lord; praise him, you servants of the Lord. Psalm 135:1 (NIV).

All Bible references are from and are of the NIV translation.



This entry was posted on July 23, 2017. 1 Comment

The Opportunity in Rejection

I got another no this week. Another opportunity denied. Another chance to show my stuff nixed. And yet, it is okay.

With God all things are possible. 

For the last year, I have been searching, seeking, and hoping for new opportunities. I want better for my family. I want to use my talents, my education, and my experience for the good of the students and the clients I encounter. And yet, the answers continue to be no or  no response.

With God all things are possible. 

Matt Hall, our pastor at South Point Church, says sometimes we get “no’s, not yet, or something different.” My husband likes to add “not right now.” Whatever it is, it is frustrating and comforting at the same time.  It is frustrating because I know what I can do and I know I am qualified. It is comforting because I know that there is still hope of yes, just not right now.

With God all things are possible. 

What is hard about job searching is what it does to my self-worth. When a day, a week, a month or a year has already been hard, getting told “We’ve found a candidate that is a better fit” really does sting. What makes that worse is when trusted people tell me I’m not doing enough to find work. Then, there is the spiritual attacks. You know, the ones where the devil tries to insert his nasty self in your thoughts when you are already weak? Yep, those ones. Those are the ones that make me want to give up.

With God all things are possible. 

So, how does one handle such things? Do I give up and feel bad about myself? Or, do rise up and fight? Well, you know I am going to have to fight. And the fight begins by looking at God’s Word. What does the Bible say about rejection?

In Genesis 15, God promised Abram (later Abraham) that his descendants would be many. He said, “[L]ook now toward heaven, and count the stars if you are able to number them.” And He said to him, “So shall your descendants be.” (Genesis 15:5 NKJV)  The next verse shows us that he believed in the Lord. (v. 6)

In Genesis 16, we see how Sarai (later Sarah) stated that the Lord restrained her from having children. So, she told her husband to go to her maid to make a baby. Here, at 86 years old, Abram did as Sarai instructed. The maid, Hagar, conceived and was then hated by Sarai. Hagar is told that her son’s people will be multiplied exceedingly. (Genesis 16)

In Genesis 17, Abram and Sarai get their new names. Then, the couple is promised a son-one they would bear together; one that would come from Sarah’s body. Sarah laughed. At this point, they are both quite old-how would this be possible. God made this promise to Abraham before, but this time, it was more clear. It was as if God said, “Let’s do it my way this time.” Both were wondering how is this possible? They were very old!!!

With God all things are possible.

At the wonderful age of 100, Abraham became the father to Isaac. And Ishmael was sent away. Isaac was the child of promise. But, before we discount Ishmael, God had a plan for him, too. God promised Hagar that he would make a great nation from Ishmael’s seed. (Genesis 21:18 NKJV) Why did God do that? Look at the promise God made Abraham in Genesis 15. Abraham’s descendants would number more than the stars that Abraham could count. Ishmael was one of his descendants. So even though Ishmael wasn’t the child of promise, he was still part of God’s plan; the plan that would have Him keeping His promise to Abraham.

It took Abraham and Sarah most of their married lives to have the baby they wanted. It took FOURTEEN years for the promise of having a baby together to come to fruition. Sarah thought she’d help God. She thought she would usurp His plan. But, the laugh is on her because both boys were part of God’s plan-two very different nations; two world changers. One accepted, one rejected. But, both a part of a promise to one man.

Now, you may be wondering, what is the point? How does this relate to my story? I may not the preferred candidate for some employers. But, God still has a plan. There may be a lot more nos and not yets. But, God still has a promise. There may struggles along this journey of life. But, God has promised that He has a plan-a plan to prosper me; a plan for my future; a plan not to harm me. (Jeremiah 29:11) Abraham waited 14 years for Isaac. That makes my 1 year search seem trivial.

What seems to be rejection after rejection may be opportunities. Opportunities to walk in faith. Opportunities to let Him lead. And opportunities to not “Sarah” the situation. God doesn’t need me to help Him do His job. He has asked me to trust Him. He knows what I need. He knows what I want.  Rejection isn’t always a rejection. It is an opportunity to trust Him. It is an opportunity to wait and to rest. It is an opportunity to change perspective Abraham had to. Sarah had to. Hagar had to. Because….

With God all things are possible. 

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Press on

I turned 40 last month. Yes, the big 4-0. It is really strange to me. I’ve heard the jokes-the “you’re getting old,” “it’s all down hill from here,” and got the “why are you older than daddy, but shorter?” comments. I don’t feel like I’m 40. I feel younger most days. Even if I have 40 year old body, and 40 year old wisdom, I don’t have a 40 year old mentality.

I’m not sure what I thought 40 would be like. In many ways, I did not expect to be where I am. But, how blessed I am! Who knew that I’d have a pre-teen and a toddler, with 4 more in between the two?

Professionally, I’m not where I’d like to be. Personally, I have the family dreams are made of. Spiritually, I want to keep growing in Him.

I think in life we always want more. More money, more time, more stuff, more power, more….anything. But, right now, I’d be content to have enough. Enough time. Enough money.  Enough stuff. But, going back to contentment, I have to be content with what I have…but strive to do and to be  better.

So where am I going with all this? As I ride out this year of 40, I want to accomplish some things. I want to succeed at some things. And, I want to be some things.

I want to…

…be healthier. This body can’t keep up with my crazy if I don’t treat it better.

…be kinder. I need to listen more and talk less.

…be there. My kids need me to read them stories, hear their stories, and write their stories.

…be stronger. Life is tough, but I’ve never given up on anything and I don’t intend to start.

…be confident. No matter how many job rejections I get, I have to remember that I am good enough.

…be brave. Keep fighting the good fight. When life gets ugly, I have to fight back and form a stone wall to stand strong.

…be a lover. A lover of life. A lover of mess. A lover of my husband. A lover of nature (except slugs. I hate slugs.). A lover of adventure. A lover of peace.

…be His. I need to let Him lead and let Him make me new. He has a purpose for me. He says he has something “bigger and better” for me. I have to be willing to wait and to move when He says to. But, more than that…I have to let Him embrace me and be my shelter.

…be a friend. I want to be the shoulder to cry on. I want to be the one to make meals for the hungry. I want to show people Jesus. I want to go when He says to go.

…be. Yes, just be. Be still. Be at peace. Be content. Be thankful. Just be.

So while I’m sitting here thinking about how I’m going to rock 40, I’m thinking about the monumental task before me. I don’t want to fail. I don’t know how to do all that I want to do. But, I do know who does. And, I do know that He has a plan for me. I don’t feel old. I still think I can turn cart wheels, climb trees, and pick flowers. Maybe I can. Maybe I will.

I have failed so many times in so many things-failed at kindness, failed to protect a kid when I looked away, failed to get dinner right, failed to lose weight, failed to be there for a friend…the list could go on. But, you know what? Jesus is so loving and so kind that He’s forgiven me! So I press on. And I don’t beat myself up most days. I also think about this verse in Philippians:

[O]ne thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize to which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 3:13, 14 NIV)

Let’s look at this verse….

Forgetting what is behind: We can’t dwell on the past. Mistakes have to be left behind in order to move forward. Jesus died so we may live. We have been forgiven. Move forward.

Straining toward what is ahead: This means we work hard to get there. Looking forward to what is in front of us is good. Straining is hard work. It won’t be easy, but it can be done.

Press on toward the goal: Keep going for it. Keep fighting. Just do it.

To win the prize: What is the prize? Achieving the goal. Getting there. Accomplishing that which God has put before us. Doing our purpose-every day. That is the prize.

When I stress, am sad, or need to picture myself anywhere but in my current situation, I picture myself running on a beach. Any beach. I picture myself running effortlessly, beautifully, and peacefully. Why? Because I can’t presently run with any kind of grace and because bodies of water bring me peace. But, one day…I will. That is my goal-to do that which I can’t because I am pressing toward that goal. My prize? Knowing that I’ve accomplished something that means everything to me.

So whether you are facing a monumental birthday, a pressing deadline, or are just stuck in the routine of life, set a goal and go for it. Forget about the past mistakes, past failures, and past inabilities to complete something. Instead, look forward and press on toward your goals. Keep fighting the good fight. I know I will. Press on.






I went to bed last night completely exhausted. It wasn’t just physical exhaustion. My heart, my head, and my soul felt heavy. I couldn’t make anything work. I couldn’t escape the pervading doom threatening to overtake me. I was just plain worn out from doing life.

I prayed to God before I tried to rest. I told God that I knew I needed to find another job. I knew laundry needed to be folded. I knew the dishes were done, but the next day would bring another sink full. I just couldn’t do anymore work. I didn’t have it in me. The past week had been a bit of a roller coaster emotionally. I’d had enough.

I prayed for rest. I prayed for peace. I prayed that I could just get a grip so I could do what needed to be done. I asked for provision, for answers that aren’t coming, and for wisdom. And sleep blissfully came.

About 5 hours into my sleep, my youngest woke up crying-the kind of cry that meant he wasn’t going back to sleep anytime soon. So, I got him up, got him a drink, a snack, and we settled in for episodes of “Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.” Thankful for DVR’d shows!!! But, even at 5 hours of sleep, I felt refreshed. Even with a little boy who was awake; even with a messed up night of sleep-I felt life flowing back in me.

Today I accomplished much. But, I am not talking about the clean bathroom; the folded laundry; or the dishes I washed. No, I’m talking about my attitude. I was at peace. I was content to just be. I did what I had to do. How? Why? Because I have 6 little kids who depend on me to love and care for me. I have a husband who works too hard for me to fall a part and give up at life. I owe it to all of us for me to give all my emotional challenges to God. No matter how worn or wary I am…I have to be the grown up and not quit because of the ones who are watching me.

All day long the song “Worn” by Tenth Avenue North has crept up into the crevices of my soul.  It was the part of the song  about crying out to God (what I’d done last night), seeing redemption win, and letting a song rise in me despite all the struggles I’ve been facing.

An excerpt-

I’m tired
I’m worn
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes to keep on breathing
I’ve made mistakes
I’ve let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed
By the weight of this world
And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left
Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart that’s frail and torn
I want to know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
‘Cause I’m worn

I don’t have answers to things I need answers for yet, but I know the One who does. I don’t know how the impossible will become possible, but I know the promises of His Word. I don’t have the guarantees of what tomorrow may be, but I know the One who has already been to the future.  And that brings me to contentment.

Contentment. Being okay with where I am despite the reality that is in front of me. Being at peace regardless of the situations I can’t change or control. John 16:33 “[I]n this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” (NIV) Yes! No matter what life brings-daily aggravations, unexpected broken items, a tragedy, or just plain yucky “life” stuff, Jesus has already overcome the world.

Contentment. I’m not talking about being happy. I am talking about being able to walk through whatever thing is plaguing you and still hold your head up high. I am talking about defining those irritating circumstances with class, grace, and confidence instead of letting them define you by weakness, despair, and hardship. Walk in His grace. Walk in His truth. Walk in His peace. Be content with whatever He has for you because His plans for you are greater than whatever you can imagine.

Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (NIV) He has plans for YOU. His plans are not to harm you. Plans for you to have hope. Plans for you to have a future. Wow. Whatever you have planned, whatever I have planned…His plans are better. And for me, His plan includes me being content with what He has given me; with whatever life throws at me; and with whatever this world brings. His plans are perfect.

So tonight as I head to bed, I am thankful. I am sure resting in His contentment will be an every day thing. Trusting God is an action. Being content is an action. It is something I have to choose to do-to celebrate every day doing what He called me to do. And I hope if I start to fail at it, that He reminds that He has overcome the world. I can be content with that. Being content is where I want to be. Always.


(“Worn” Songwriters: Jason Ingram / Jeff Owen / Mike Donehey Worn lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC)
Photo Credits: Crystal Dunkin


Unapologetic Chaos

Not too many people have large families these days. But, you know, I always dreamed of a large family. I never knew those dreams would come true. Most days are very awesome. Some days are challenging. Every day is….loud-really loud.

Sunday was no exception.

I was driving to church with some of the kids. I had my four youngest children with me. I don’t know what it is about little kids, but they love to sing. It doesn’t really matter what kind of music it is. They just want to sing.

Here’s the picture. One child wants to listen to a Hillsong Kids CD. He says, “I want lalalalala.” The song is “Every Move I Make.” And it is the only song my two year old wants to listen to so we listen to it on repeat. The other three are singing three different songs. At the same time. The songs they are singing are not the ones playing on Serius XM.

It’s loud. It’s crazy. It’s chaotic. And yet, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I smile. I just smile and say thank you for those kids.  Amidst my chaos, among 4 kids singing whatever their hearts desire, and amidst the sometimes off-key singing, I smile.

I’d like to think that the melody of singing is music to God’s ears. Here are 4 kids, aged 2-9 singing like it’s nobody’s business. And they are singing to Him. It makes me thankful and it makes me unapologetic for the chaos going on in my van.

Let’s go a step further, though. I wonder what God hears when we pray. When I come to Him and lay before Him my thanks, my fears, my requests, and my circumstances, does He hear my thanks as I intend it to be-unqualified, grateful, and constant? Does He hear it as an obligation because of what we’ve been told to do? You know, the PRAY acronym-praise, repent, ask and yield. I hope it is not routine. I hope He knows it is heartfelt.


What about when 5 million other people and I pray at the same time? What does THAT sound like? It is hard to fathom how God gets conversation from every single one of us and somehow hears (and answer) every prayer, every praise, and every request with no difficulty.


In the chaos of our messy lives, He is there. In the harmony of our praises after really great days, He is there. In the pits of our deepest despair, He is there. In the van, traveling with kids singing 4 different songs when you just want to hear one, He is there. That is why I smile.

At my house….

Any given moment, I can have a happy kid, a sad kid, a mad kid, a sleeping kid, a hormonal kid, and a sick kid. All at the same time. Repeat that every 10 minutes and you understand what it is like to have a large family. It is possible that if you run into me at the grocery that I’ve just fussed at a child for not acting right. It’s probably I will have one running up and down the aisle at the store. And, it is likely that when I get home, I will go hide out in the bathroom because I need a breather from the chaos.

But God…He has millions of us in His family. And in the midst of our crazy, He still loves us. And He creates more of us because He wants to. I’m unapologetic of my chaos. My kids are messy, sweet little monsters. My house is mostly clean (okay…I’ve just reduced the biological hazards; clean is subjective). But you know what….my kids are HAPPY! And if my kids are being loud, I’m just hearing the sounds of heaven in my house. My dreams come true are making messes, memories, and my heart is full.

Whatever chaos is in your life (work, play, kids, volunteering, etc), do it as unto to God. I believe our prayers and our songs are sweet melodies to Him. Be unapologetic in your chaos. He knows your heart and He hears you amidst all the crazy. So even when it is really loud and really chaotic, reach out and grab onto the promises of God when He calls-

“Peace, be still.” (Mark 4:39 ESV) Storms are crazy and storms are chaotic, but Jesus is able to calm your storms-the storms of grumpy kids, the storms of bills to pay, the storms of an unhappy marriage, and even the storms of a demanding job. Peace, he gives to you-amidst the crazy and chaos-be unapologetic and live out loud. Life is too short to stress about the silly, noisy, chaotic mess from having kids. Embrace the chaos, but find your little place of peace where only He can calm the storm…even if it means hiding out in a bathroom or in a bedroom with Starburst jelly beans.





Boundless Joy

She would have been born yesterday. What would she have been like? Mommy’s hands. Daddy’s eyelashes. Dark hair. Blue eyes. And, oh so sweet and so loved. Seven. A blessing of seven. But, it wasn’t to be. Her little heart stopped beating before we got a chance to hear it. Her little soul went back to God before we ever got to feel it.

I look back on that day in October and can think about it without crying. It was sunny, full of hope and promise. I was looking forward to telling the whole world about our newest surprise. She was due to be born on a special day. April 21st commemorates the beginning of my relationship with her dad, my husband, and my best friend. 15 years of us.  I won’t forget the doctor’s words. When that ultrasound flashed and I saw no heart beat, I knew she was gone. And there was nothing I could do. The doctor’s, “we have to have a different conversation.” The teasing about another pending arrival changed to one of somber tones of what to do next. The bag of “congratulations on your new baby” vitamins was like an insult. And, then…the “let’s make your next appointment in 4 weeks” hurt so much. No, the next appointment would be made at the hospital where goodbye would be final. The one thing I never wanted to happen, happened. And, yet again, there was nothing I could do about it.

Anger. Sadness. Disappointment. Bitterness. Disbelief. Acceptance. Relief. Healing. Joy.

Joy? Yes, joy. How?


Not time. Just God.

For three months, I held life together chauffeuring kids, teaching students, seeing clients, doing the housework, being a friend, and living life. I did not feel happy. I was mad at the world. Oh, man, how I hurt. I knew that if I held onto the core of my faith, that I’d be okay. I did not feel that He loved me. But, I knew He did. I did not feel that He was there for me. But, I knew He was. I did not feel like being thankful, but I had to be. I knew that if I just held on, that the dam would break and I would heal.

And that dam did break on January 18th. What did it? Simple words of a song. Simple reassurance from God that He saw me whole. Conviction that He knew my hurt. He knew my pain. He knew what was best for me.

The song? “Mended” by Matthew West. I’d heard it many times, but this time was different.

“How many times can one heart break? It was never supposed to be that way.” I hear you.  I see your heart. I know you feel broken. But your plans are not My plans for you.

“When you see broken beyond repair, I see healing beyond belief.” I’m here for you. You’re not broken. You’re hurting. And I am the healer.

“I’m not finished yet. When you see wounded, I see mended” I’m making you whole. I’m healing your hurt. What you don’t think is possible, I am the possible.

“I’m making all things new. And I will make a miracle of you” I’ve been here the whole time. My plan is not to hurt you. My plan is to prosper you. Watch and wait and see what I will do. 

Joy. Joy. Joy. In spite of everything, I have joy. In spite of what I lost and can never get back, I have joy. No pictures. No celebration. No newborn moments. And yet…joy. How? Because I let Him do it. I chose to let Him heal that which felt broken. I chose to walk the walk of my faith and not let anyone or anything keep joy from me.

There are times I think of her. There are moments that I wish for what will never be. But, she won’t suffer on earth. Whatever it was that stopped her heart from beating won’t be the thing that afflicts her here. My Selah Grace knows no pain; knows no suffering; and knows nothing but joy. Selah means rock; Grace means unmerited favor. God is my rock and His grace is sufficient for me. His grace gave me life. His grace gives me joy.

So thankful. Thankful for his boundless joy. Thankful that when I felt unlovable, that He loved me. Thankful that He saw me through this. And thankful…thankful for my 6 lovables walking the earth and my baby lovable who is dancing on the greatest dance floor I know.

Joy, thank you, Lord…for boundless joy.


(Mended written by Matthew West © 2015 Highly Combustible Music / Atlas Music Publishing / House Of Story Music (ASCAP) All rights administered by Atlas Music Publishing obo itself, Highly Combustible Music and House Of Story Music.)

Passion for Purpose

It is so easy to get weary being mom. It is the same thing over and over again. Wake up. Make breakfast. School. Snacks. Make lunch. More snacks. Chores. Dinner. Laundry. Work. Activities. Baths. Bedtimes. More chores. And finally, sleep. These tasks don’t even count the fights you’ve broken up, the crumbs you’ve swept up; or the countless shoes you’ve picked up. These don’t account for the talks you had with your 12 year old. They don’t calm the confused, pubescent 11 year old. They don’t describe the soothing of a distraught, excluded 9 year old.  They don’t magically disappear while you’re entertaining a wired 4 year old. And they don’t get done while you’re changing and chasing a sweet, but busy, 2 year old.

No, life doesn’t slow down. And most of the time,  you’re okay with it. But sometimes…there is that whisper, the wondering, and the sighs. You know what they are-the ones that ask-When will it be my turn to relax? When will I get to go watch that movie? How long til I can get my hair done and my nails painted? And when you have those thoughts…you regret them.

It isn’t that you don’t love your family. You do with a fierce passion. But, you need time for you, too. It is easy to go, go, go for everyone else. But, you feel selfish for taking 2 hours to go see a friend, grab coffee, or take a walk. And movies? The last one you saw that wasn’t kid or superhero themed was years ago-before you had kids.

Take a deep breath, Mama. God wants so much more for you. You wonder if these daily things matter in grand purpose for your life. Yes, they do!! How do we know? Steven Curtis Chapman’s song, “Do Everything” is an amazing song that says that everything you do should be done for His glory.

Your [sic] picking up toys on the living room floor for the fifteenth time today
Matching up socks
Sweeping up lost cheerios that got away

You put a baby on your hip
Color on your lips and head out the door

While I may not know you,
I bet I know you
Wonder sometimes, does it matter at all?

Well let me remind you, it all matters just as long

As you do everything you do to the glory of the One who made you,
Because he made you,
To do
Every little thing that you do
To bring a smile to His face
Tell the story of grace
With every move that you make
And every little thing you do

Maybe your that guy with the suit and tie
Maybe your shirt says your name

You may be hooking up mergers
Cooking up burgers
But at the end of the day

Little stuff
Big stuff
In between stuff
God sees it all the same

While I may not know you
I bet I know you
Wonder sometimes, does it matter at all?
Well let me remind you, it all matters just as long

As you do everything you do to the glory of the One who made you,
Because he made you,
To do
Every little thing that you do
To bring a smile to His face
Tell the story of grace
With every move that you make
And every little thing you do

Maybe your sitting in math class
Or maybe on a mission in the Congo
Or maybe your working at the office
Singing along with the radio

Maybe your a down and out rock star
Or feeding orphans in the Myanmar
Anywhere and everywhere that you are

Whatever you do
It all matters
So do what you do
Don’t ever forget

To do everything you do to the glory of the One who made you,
Cause He made you
To do
Every little thing that you do
To bring a smile to His face
And tell the story of grace

As you do everything you do to the glory of the One who made you,
Because he made you,
To do
Every little thing that you do
To bring a smile to His face
Tell the story of grace
With every move that you make
And every little thing you do

In every little thing you do
In every little thing you do

Written by Steven Curtis Chapman • Copyright © BMG Rights Management US, LLC


What I take from this is that we have to keep our eyes and hearts focused on the Who and not the why. So while you’re picking up your husbands socks; fishing lost pacifiers from under the couch, and searching for that missing sparkly shoe (because no other will do), remember Who you’re doing it for.

Our jobs as moms is a most precious one. Whether you work at a full-time job, work part-time, or stay home-you have a purpose. Your purpose is to bring Him glory. That passion to raise your kids in His ways? Yep, that is a high purpose. That passion to heal the sick? Yes, that is a high purpose. That passion to help someone buy the perfect home? Absolutely-high purpose.

Whatever you do, do it for His glory and show the world you have a passion for His purpose.  When we remember that our ultimate purpose is to bring Him glory, all those daily things become music to His ears and glory to His kingdom. So let’s keep that passion for purpose and remember to do everything for the One who made us moms to some really great kids.