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God Makes Me Uncomfortable


You make me uncomfortable. I feel uncomfortable following your plans.

Sometimes I long for peace and solitude. But your call on my life is not one of quiet.

Some months I think about going to church and not serving. But your call is not one of sitting back unserving.

Some weeks I want to not care about those around me who might be hurting. But you call me to care. And pray.

You make me uncomfortable.

What’s even more uncomfortable is when I don’t listen.

That time you asked me to go uninvited to a neighbors house and pray…

I didn’t.

Then the neighbor moved

and I’m still uncomfortable because I didn’t listen and missed a blessing.

That time you asked me to pray for a lady in aisle 4 of the grocery store…

I didn’t.

Then I saw her two weeks later and didn’t – again –

and I’m still uncomfortable.

When I drown in my feelings of uncomfortableness, you oh so quietly remind me of the life you lived of discomfort.

For me.


Being a comfortable Christian is living life on the sand.

“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.” Matthew 4: 24-27

God, You Make me uncomfortable.

Teaching Your Children’s Hearts

The following is an article I wrote for the ICARE homeschool newsletter.  Enjoy!

I woke up this morning at five am. No, I am not a morning person and don’t normally do this. The heaviness of my heart woke me up with a need to pray for my children. After praying one of those groggy – am I even making any sense prayers – I looked at the clock. The red 5:05 was staring at me with a warning of how grumpy I’ll be if I don’t get more sleep. Although I still felt an urgency to pray, I rolled over and tried to sleep. Sleep eluded me. The hearts of my children weigh heavy on me.

That’s why you find me here, on my computer – coffee in hand – when the windows show darkness and the house is quiet. I’ve prayed until my words feel empty. Empty because they are just words and it’s my faith that is struggling. My words mean little if I don’t back them with faith. It’s time to hand it to Jesus and trust Him. For some reason today, I’m finding it extra hard to just hand it over, stop worrying, and start trusting.

It’s not my trust in Jesus that’s the problem. I know he can handle anything – with just a word he can create the world – with just a touch he can heal. The problem is me. When I started homeschooling, there was so much I didn’t understand about my children. My parenting was in survival mode. When I thought about my kids’ hearts, it was about blood flow and beats, instead of Jesus’ blood in them and if they beat for Him.

In my blog ( ) on the anniversary of Hurricane Ike, I shared how that day changed my parenting. What I didn’t share is that my parenting skills consisted mostly of yelling at the kids and just trying to survive. The patterns of behavior I had then still come up to haunt me. Patterns are hard to break. Teaching your children’s hearts – not just their minds – is hard.
I still carry guilt about the early years. I’ll admit it: I carry guilt over the mistakes I make every day. That brings me back to trusting Jesus. It’s not HIM I have trouble trusting… it’s me. The one lesson I’ve learned… I am ineffective in teaching my children’s hearts if mine is not flowing with the blood of Christ, beating strongly for Him, and deeply in love with my Savior. I lean on the verses from Joel 2. Verses 12 and 13 remind me what I need to do:

Even now,” declares the LORD, “return to me with all your heart, with fasting and weeping and mourning. Rend your heart and not your garments. Return to the LORD your God, for he is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love, and he relents from sending calamity.

Verses 25 – 27 give me hope and a promise:

I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten… You will have plenty to eat, until you are full, and you will praise the name of the LORD your God, who has worked wonders for you; never again will my people be shamed. Then you will know that I am in Israel, that I am the LORD your God, and that there is no other; never again will my people be shamed.

If your heart is heavy for the hearts of your children, do not be dismayed! We have a special speaker …info about meeting here…

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