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A Marriage Revived

Dysfunctional communication.
Intimacy misplaced.
Secrets locked in hidden places.
Submission abused.
Disoriented expectations of marriage expressed.

Same struggles. Different culture. Same goals. Different expectations.
There is no difference in the struggles marriages in Cambodia cope with than those dealt with in America. Our cultures are vastly different making the goal of a fulfilled marriage much more challenging as expectations are not met and simple lessons not taught. Understanding a little of the culture will prove the success of what happened last weekend as we invited Hans Molegraaf from Marriage Revolution, to speak at New Life Church in Phnon Penh. 

In order to best learn about the culture marriages live in, I had to ask lots of questions. What I learned  was that essentially, marriages are set up for failure. Men are free to live out their sexual desires, but women are expected to stay pure until they wed. Communication is unannounced and conversations are simply non-existent. If you have anything positive or negative to say, it's just not said at all. Holding hands in public is not accepted and even within the home, intimacy on a playful note is not familiar to this culture. Most families sleep in the same room making sexual tension creatively impossible. Much of the young marriages have no example to follow as many of the generation before was lost in the war. Divorce is uncommon as it's expected of you to stay in an unhealthy, unhappy marriage rather than divorce. 
This is a set up for complete failure. Far from God's intentions of marriage.

I don't believe for a minute that those married want to live like this. I believe it's because they don't know any better or have been taught anything other than what they know. That's what made this weekend so incredible.


Tim and I both knew that we we're called to lead a marriage conference in Cambodia. We also knew there were others better than ourselves to make it happen. The layout of the conference was broken into a few sessions; one for just pastors and leaders of the local church. Tim and I offered support, friendship and prayer as we allowed Hans to share what he's been taught through his marriage. His message is simple: It all relates back to Christ. 
What we experienced after the first session brought us to tears. First, was the unashamed worship resulting in many crying out to God, praying, shouting and singing in many voices to a God that some have just been introduced to and others known for a few years. There was no fear of singing a wrong note, worry about hands held high for too long or boundaries of staying in your seat. It's been awhile where I was brought to tears watching others worship; I can best sum this up by saying it was genuinely unique. 
As Hans found his groove pausing for the translator and keeping his thoughts in order, couples quickly flipped through the pages of notes we had printed for them. It didn't take long to engage these folks. They were hungry for marriage education even if we did ask them to work through awkward projects turning face to face with each other. After the first project, we saw tears, hand holding, a spark being lit and men comforting their spouses. Pastor Sophea asked for couples to share what they had learned after the first session...unreal. I quickly joined in, sharing a few tears of joy, only a few hours into the conference. God was already working in the hearts of the couples in attendance. 



Hans continued to passionately share with a group of Life Giving Network (LGN) pastors and their wives the next morning and again that evening to the entire group. I had noticed one women struggling during worship in the small group gathered. As Hans spoke about accountability among pastors and how to maintain community when in a place of leadership, my heart gravitated towards the women in supporting roles. There were intense interactive conversations and confessions coming into the open and being shared. An extremely powerful time as they learned that community was found together and with each other. 

Later that night, the content was more about the roles of a husband and wife; not an easy topic in this culture. I was able to share a little about how forgiveness played an important role towards my submission to my husband. First, as I was submitting to Christ, and secondly, how in the act of being obedient to Christ, I extended forgiveness to Tim. This then led to more one on one time as couples shared with one another; where more healing was taking place. 

One woman shared that she never seeks counsel with her husband and wants to help him be a better leader which means she needs to seek advice from him and listen to his ideas.
Another woman said she now feels she has the power to speak in boldness, in Christ, to her husband when he's being abusive.
A young man stood up and shared with the group how he only ever shares the negative issues with his wife and felt guilty for not speaking 
into her; encouraging her. 
Another guy stood up, his wife by his side, and said he has never spoken a word of encouragement to his wife before and wants to change that. 
Many couples commented that they now see they need to give each other forgiveness in one area or another after harboring bitterness for a long time. 
A few told me they were excited to go home and tape the project instructions to their walls so they could continue the work once home. 
After a time where couples were asked to pray together; face to face, holding hands and asking for forgiveness, I noticed one couple struggling to speak yet alone face each other. It was the same lady that had tears streaming down her face the day before. I silently sat in front praying for them as I tried to examine their faces. I couldn't take it any longer and walked over to them. 
Pain is a universal language. 
This wife was experiencing the pain of betrayal and struggling with how to navigate the emotions that were overwhelming her. I was honored to share a little of my heart with them together and pray over them as a couple. It was a beautiful thing to see this relationship find traction in healing together and learning ways to communicate with each other as both husband and wife were given new tools to implement within their marriage. Being apart of this couple expressing the desire to reconcile their marriage was a highlight for Tim and I.  


We take for granted that we can drive to a book store full of self-help and proclaimed step-by-step guidelines to fix our problems. The people in Cambodia have access to books, but many have not been taught to enjoy reading. It's on a must have, stand by rather than a hobby of choice. With poor communication and many just learning about Jesus, finding healthy marriages with a steady heart beat is rare. Watching many couples come alive; laughing together, praying tougher and diving head first into the painful projects was a bigger deal than words can express. You got a sense of healing taking place as couples sat alone seeking God to speak to them directly and also together as they worked through difficult topics. You saw husbands comforting their wives as they shared hard stories of the past. The prayer is these couples and pastors of out-skirted villages, will take the conference booklets back home and read them over and over. That they would continue to dig deeper into God's Word learning and seeking biblical counsel as applied to their marriage. 


Tim and I felt honored to sit in the back and to be blessed attending Marriage Revolution as we sharpened our own marriage. We thoroughly enjoyed getting to know Hans on a personal level and to see God work in his heart as he offered his story to strangers. The impact of a stronger marriage will influence all the young kids that scattered under our noses. The newly married and those expecting were given great advice and encouragement that will set them up for success to example to their own families. To witness this was a gift. In a society that hears and sees much about separation, divorce and discontentment, this was a glimpse of hope that Cambodia will someday have healthy marriages, strong Christ-centered marriages from border to border. 

Same problems. Same struggles. Different area of the world. 
Our need for Jesus to be the true foundation, vibrant and alive in all our marriages is very much the same. 

 Our marriage is a testimony to many who prayed for us and to a God that saves all that is good; all that is ugly. Nothing stands unworthy of His grace.




Shared Words with BBB

I recently was invited to be a guest blog contributor with 
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BBB's mission is to see women succeed in business and in life, offering a multi-faceted online community dedicated to helping, supporting and encouraging women both personally and professionally. 
It amazes me how God has already used this connection to encourage others in similar situations through my story. You never know when or how God will plant you in a new arena to be used by Him. I may not have all the business know-abouts to speak of, but I certainly support those who do and I'm excited to join this new online family!
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Hard Times Brings Bright Promises


Everyone has a hard day here or there. 
Today for me was not one of them, but for our Charlie it was a long day. First was a visit to the dentist where one cavity turned into three. Then the time came this evening for Sandy to move to a different home. Sandy (the resident bunny) has been with us for a few years and has now been relocated to a local farm with other furry friends. Addison shed no tears or second thoughts about this decision. Charlie...well...the first time we talked about it he cried. The second I stopped talking about it because he was so upset and yesterday, when I posted Sandy to craigslist, he sobbed huge crocodile tears onto his school work. Poor child struggled with this change, but he took it like a pro when the gentleman from church came to rescue our bunny. (Take good care of the bunny Doug & Shirley!) 
Change is hard. Sometimes unexpected and potentially could be messy. Charlie experienced a few challenges today and I'm proud of how he overcame the pain and the heartache as best he could for a little boy his age. Now to attempt a new one...eye drops. Here we go to the next hurdle. 

Often times, hard days are met with adult decisions, bigger pain and life changing twists. This afternoon I drove my Grandma home after she had a port surgically placed to decrease the pokes during the chemotherapy treatments. Grandma has done quite well with the curve ball she had thrown at her. Later in the afternoon, as I was praying over a woman on the phone, I begged God to extend a spirit of calm and peace as she faces terrifying moments.
From diagnoses to paper cuts...the hurdle is just taller for some.
But, what a relief we have in our salvation knowing that our Crown of Life will be waiting for us on the other side. We battle differently, we fight in opposite ways; our eternity and reward is the same.
Life is easier with Truth in my life!
I'm so thankful for James 1:12!







The Purple Onion

It's been a bit since anything with meat has been attempted to be written here at "the broersma five". So, I cheated and copied from the Redeemed website to share a bit of my heart with you. Without disclosing names or information, I ask that you pray with our family today as we receive some heavy news about a family member and make some heavy decisions due to illness. This was written a few weeks back

   This past weekend I was standing over the counter dicing a purple onion. I found my eyes to instantly swell with tears as they burned from the pungent, raw smell of the vegetable. All I needed was a few diced onions and instead found my eyes to 
water hours later. 
Lately, there has been a wave of sadness, frustration and anger that has settled over me. So much so that I've been angry at God and challenged to even open the Bible. I find myself having these conversations in my prayer chair with God over why certain things are happening and feel the urge to fear over tomorrow bubbling up like painful, nasty  heartburn. The cancer diagnoses within my family, the state of our society, work pressures and worn out mommy drama, has my heart full of emotional distress. I confessed to My Love the other night that I just can't do any more cancer in our family. No one family should deal with it as often as we do!
 I see other women in marriages that are not fulfilled, husbands not leading and children suffering in the midst and my heart hurts for them. I see lives altered because of health or worse, death. I hear of stress at work, pressure from travel or unhappiness in the office and it's more burden to listen too. 
This year has been a great year, but I'm happy to bring it to a close.    
I love my job: stay-at-home mommy and full time teacher/trainer/event coordinator to three beautiful children God has perfectly placed in our family. This comes at a 24/7 price tag and no raise in the paycheck. I will be be the first to admit that lately I should be fired from my job as I've been worn out and not giving my all to the kids. I haven't cleaned as much as I should, haven't read to them as much even though I make them read to me or on their own, I haven't played as much with guards down and haven't taught them the best that I know I could.    
I take things upon myself that I shouldn't take as my own. Our Charlie struggles with reading, but excels in math. I take that as, "I'm not teaching him well enough. What am I doing wrong?" His tossing of the pencil and threats to run away to the neighbors to play forever are sent straight to my heart and makes me wonder what am I not giving him enough of to feel loved here in our home? When my heart is worn out, it's hard to see the good in everyday. Charlie IS reading…just slower than his older sister learned. He IS making progress; just with baby steps that sometimes stumble backwards for support or review. Charlie DOES love his family and home; the threats are only when he's caught in the event of dishonesty or middle of a fight with his sister. See? Once I stop and assess the situation, the moment doesn't seem so devastating. It's when I refuse to take the blinders off that I can only see what I'm focused on and hearing, rather than the perspective of what's been happening over time.     
When you walk through betrayal, you struggle with those emotions for the rest of your life. Trust is hard to earn and easily broken. The consequences of betrayal look different to everyone and I struggle with my own often. When I'm tired, burnt and yes, angry too, these struggles become extremely clear to me. I have to confess that my anger over the cancer in my family has recently been turned towards My Love. I'm sorry. I've let it stew inside and the devil has ran with it. I teach other women to take it to the cross and I myself, struggled in doing that these past few weeks. 
My heart was not in check with my words.    
When I found my tears welling up over a small purple onion, I let them fall with humility and asked God for more grace. I found it refreshing to give way to the tears that have been bottled up inside. Sometimes you just need a good cry to clear your heart and mind. As for now, I'm praying that God will speak softly to me and I will be able to listen to His gentle words. I pray that He will grant me more patience in my parenting, more understanding to my children, more grace for everyday and 
bless us with more family fun.     
So, please don't judge me because I'm confessing to a weak moment or sharing my struggles with you. 
Let's be honest…I'm sure you may wish you had a purple onion to cut too. 

Our Renewed Vow


Five years ago, Tim and I were faced with the most challenging moments in our marriage. Satan had stolen our vows, tainted our marriage, and put me in an awkward position as Tim confessed to addictions and affairs. I was blindsided, broken, completely devastated and unsure of the very ground I stood on. Time froze, hearts bled, and my faith was tested beyond what I thought possible. I remember Tim accepting the grim reality and telling me he would respect whatever I chose to do not knowing how anything good could possibly come from this mess. 
After a near collapse in the kitchen, I drove to church where the breakdown began as the tears continued for days. God stripped me of everything comfortable, everything that I thought had defined me. That evening I showered in attempts to wash the filth off of me as I felt raped of my very being and now burdened of this sin Tim had been carrying around for years. His joy, became my sorrow, as he had made right with God and finally came clean before me. 
Despair overcame me. But, by the power of the Holy Spirit, I was flooded with peace and gentle arms to carry me over the most painful days ahead in our journey. 
Anything broken, takes time to rebuild. It took dedication, burning holes in the carpet praying, teaching, re-learning, and an abundance of grace, humility, forgiveness, and hope to get to this point in our marriage. 
When Tim used to sing in his quartet Realtime, he was asked to sing the popular song by Steven Curtis Chapman 'I Will Be Here.' I was thrilled as this song held history for us as a couple, but also, I knew every time he sung it, it would be sung to me. He ended up never singing the song following a series of excuses and diversions. I never understood then why until the confession came a year or so later. But, this past week, as we buried our feet in the sand and let the sun shine bright on our faces, Tim finally had the chance to sing to me. 
With a clear heart, transparency, honesty, and a passionate love for each other, we had the opportunity to renew our vows and recommit to one another again, of the love and devotion we share in our marriage. 
An opportunity to thank God for the miracle He has done in our vows and for saving a tragedy all to familiar with the world. Pastor Kim and Anne, who have been there from the beginning as Tim confessed to him, then said be ready to catch her, stood by our sides with the same fierce support and encouragement as they did in the moment of confession. It has been an honor to have them by our sides, guiding us and mentoring us both in our separate journeys towards complete healing. 
So, as I was busy writing my renewal vows, Tim was preparing with vocal warm ups as we shared in the most perfect day renewing our love for each other and proclaiming our marriage to be grounded in forgiveness and grace allowing God's love to shine through. It was absolutely perfect in every way and I wouldn't change a single day in our almost twelve years of marriage. God took us to our lowest point to bring Him the highest praise!




Tomorrow morning if you wake up
And the sun does not appear
I... I will be here
If in the dark we lose sight of love
Hold my hand and have no fear
'Cause I... I will be here


I will be here
When you feel like being quiet
When you need to speak your mind
I will listen
And I will be here
When the laughter turns to crying
Through the winning, losing and trying
We'll be together
'Cause I will be here


Tomorrow morning if you wake up
And the future is unclear
I... I will be here
As sure as seasons are made for change
Our lifetimes are made for years
So I... I will be here




I will be here
And you can cry on my shoulder
When the mirror tells us we're older
I will hold you
And I will be here
To watch you grow in beauty
And tell you all the things you are to me
I will be here


I will be true to the promise I have made
To you and to the One who gave you to me


And just as sure as seasons are made for change
Our lifetimes are made for years
So I... I will be here
We'll be together
I will be here

“Come and listen, all you who fear God; let me tell you what He has done for me.”    
Psalm 66:16

Thank you Bob for capturing this moment!

Washed By The Blood

In a small, reformed dutch town, infant baptism is not out of the ordinary. I was raised in a local church that baptized infants (most of the time singing the same hymn as the baby is sprinkled or as the pastor walked the isle with the little one) then later in life encouraged Profession of Faith as everyone who stood up front gave the same answer, "yes, truly with all my heart." I never understood why anyone had to stand in front of an audience and say those same words when your life itself should be a profession of your faith in action. When Tim and I were engaged, we sought the direction from a good friend about what the Bible says about infant baptism verses adult as we were raised differently in this issue. 
Tim was baptized as a young adult. Every time we sit through church as others proclaim their devotion to God, I get a nudge from My Love or those Godly goose bumps, as the emotion of the moment overwhelmes me. It's only been over the past few years that I felt God stirring a desire in my heart to be cleansed and publicly yield my life to Christ.


I was born and raised in a Christian home. Always went to church and Christian schools. I attended youth group and later helped lead youth group and Young Life when I was living in Seattle. I've never not known who created me. But, it wasn't until God was the only thing I had that I realized how strong my faith was and how faithful God was and is towards His daughter. 
As life dances and races by with work, kids, responsibilities, and relationships, it's easy to get distracted and forget about the One who put it all into action. My faith has grown deeper as I faced My Hero's diagnoses including months earlier as my Dad received the same bad news. In scary pregnancies and the unknowns in business, God has always been walking by my side reminding me that it's His will not mine. And in that will, God came with me as I lived through my lowest, weakest moment in my life as everything around me became unfamiliar. God spoke, "It Is Well," in that dark moment and it resonated to the deepest part of my soul.


"But as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord."  Joshua 24:15


Ever since Adam and Eve, sin has been a part of our fallen world. We can try to ignore it, but like a pregnancy, eventually the truth will be known and you won't be able to hide from the ugliness this world offers. It is only by the grace of God we have the opportunity to shine our light and be sold out for Christ. To be all in and to let others know that even in the midst of chaos, it is Christ we live for. Never was there a moment where I was more ready to be cleansed from my past mistakes, scars, and misjudgments then now.
I can't find the words for the feeling of being able to leave the pain from this world at the bottom of the ocean. To be whole again and to yield to God my entire life, allowing Him to take control and not me trying to drive the bus. To willingly yield my life to God's plan when I'm not sure where that leads and to accept the plan God desires for my life. Being baptized was not only a re-birth of my faith, but also a re-dedication to the one who took me from my pit; our pit.


 "For through the law I died to the law, so that I might live to God. I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. I do not nullify the grace of God, for if righteousness were through the law, then Christ died for no purpose."  Galatians 2:19-21



It was an honor to be able to have My Love stand by my side, lift me from the waters and me lift him. 
These are our journeys that we are sharing with each other. I would want no one else to share this with then My Love. He is my partner in life that God has blessed me with and to walk into the water together, come out of the water and be embraced in his arms…I don't have the words for that moment.
The amount of life I breathed coming out of the water was pure, bright, rich, and fulfilling.
Let me take a moment and explain why Kim and Anne's words this morning were so enriching into our lives. These two caught us both when we fell. It was Kim that asked Tim to move out when I didn't have the strength or will power to do it myself. Kim sat in VERY uncomfortable meetings and situations as truth was spoken in detail and had the grace and humility to help us navigate those challenging times. Anne held my hand, prayed blessings over me, encouraged me, and mentored me in the years following. This couple has prophesied over us, shared insight with us, steered us in new directions, and challenged our faith to new levels as we explore missions and ministries. Their marriage has given us inspiration and their faith has empowered us to grow deeper with our Savior. It has been not just an honor to walk life with the Ryan's, but God has rewarded us with life-long friendships as we are so graciously blessed to call them friends and brothers and sisters in Christ.




So you see, having Kim and Anne resting in Hawaii just happened to be the "cherry on top" as we entered into this time of renewal.
God has been so good. God has richly blessed my life beyond my most outrageous, most ridiculous thoughts. God took what was comfortable, broke her, carried her through the pit, and has given her, me, a renewed passion for life as Christ has washed me by His blood.
All glory and honor and power be the One who saved me!


Thank you Bob for capturing this moment on film! 
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Circuit Training

Yesterday morning, my girlfriends and I shared our first post-Christmas workout together at E2 and were given the opportunity to circuit train with the new owner Kyle. It looks so much easier sitting from the couch, with a bowl of ice cream, watching 'The Biggest Loser' contestants drip in sweat as they pull-up, dip down, squat with weights, toss weighted sports balls in the air, play tug-a-war with ropes and then repeat once more with a few extra push-ups in the mix all the while having a trainer joyfully enjoy his job of "encouraging" you to squat lower or throw higher. 
Kyle is an extremely talented, gifted guy and he knows what he's doing when in the gym setting. My muscles trust him. (not sure they thank him today!) Us three ladies found ourselves rotating through these circuit training exercises enjoying the moment and trusting they would eventually get us to our personal goals. (a stronger, faster runner) It wasn't until later in the day, and this morning, when I attempted to get out of bed that it hit me...
or hurt me. 
Life has us all on a circuit training course creating muscle memory, stronger bodies and minds, and to make us a better person. 
There are moments in my life where I feel like "I've been down that road before" or "here we go again." Situations that I should have learned the first time but for some reason, I needed to try again. I believe that God gives me these moments to build stronger character in my life. Opportunities to try to do things better, make me strong, see things differently. 
I had times in my life where I needed to exercise my forgiveness muscle daily; sometimes hourly. Situations that need grace as the minutes flew by in the day. I had to put my heart on a circuit training workout so that I could do what God commands me to do. There were moments where I had no desire to change or become stronger but I knew that God wanted me to once again, repeat the exercise of forgiveness. 
Or how about that child that sucks every ounce of patience from my savings account? Having to repeat that circuit training workout of offering grace and patience to that "sweet" child is a choice which results in huge pride for the little blessings that were given to me. 
Think of it as our faith muscle. 
Sometimes it seems as if we walk through the same pain or feel stuck in a negative situation, but remember that God is in the business of building a better you and waiting for us to never grow tired of depending on Him more. The more we read the Bible and sit in conversation with Him, the stronger our faith muscles become. Then, once in a taunting situation or devastating moment, those faith muscles will remember, trust, and rely on God to carry us through. 
Today My Hero was not feeling so hot as she was hanging over the kitchen sink with my amazing mother tenderly rubbing her back. My Hero has been on a circuit training workout for nearly seven years and her body is feeling spent. There has been very few times where she has complained about the pain, the treatments, or the sheer exhaustion of this long run with cancer. She has faced it with courage and her faith muscles have never been stronger. 
I pray that someday God will see that My Hero is strong enough to go find a new workout. Something that will give her great delight and joy. A race with less physical fatigue and more physical strength. Strength that she has not known for many years. 
I thank God for allowing me to repeat training exercises and pray that when placed in front of the pull-up bar I can not shiver in pain, but rejoice in the truth it will teach me knowing that God is my coach and will never leave me alone. 
So, I welcome the training and pray I can learn to approach life with my faith muscle, remembering to not give up, but to keep on running, training, and becoming a stronger me. 

Our (my) Given Go-To's

{ our friends and family: Jake (future SIL), Sam, Greg, Linda, and Mac } 

It was nearly 13 years ago that God introduced me to my soul sister and friend. God knew my heart needed this gifted, amazing gal pal in ALL areas of my life from fun to tears and tea to chocolates. It started with Linda needing someone to cut her little blond studs hair, Mac and Sam. Oh, and heaven's if I were to cut the pop! The first time I set my eyes on Sam, I must admit, my heart dropped a bit as he was a spitting image of Bryce Fransen who had passed away years earlier from a battle of cancer. From the hair to the dark brown eyes...it's all I could think about when cutting his hair for the first time. There was an instant connection with Linda and it started gaining head way when she too succumbed to my scissors and color techniques. She was the cutest thing! 
When Tim and I had been married for a year, he transferred job careers to Lynden Floor Design which has evolved into a lifetime partnership and multiple blessings for our family. Tim and Greg could be matched for twins with their go-get-em' personalities and Greg has had HUGE influence in Tim's business strategies. Greg has been a big brother and mentor to Tim in life and at work teaching, training, encouraging, scolding, and showing Christ in all levels of life. We never anticipated the level of involvement when accepting a simple job offer years ago. And with that came more opportunities for Linda and I to get to know each other and create AWESOME memories. 
From our first trip together laying tile in a lakeside cabin pre-kids and first shopping trip with the controversial swim suit purchases, to a second trip with the rent-a motorhome followed by a few Big White ski trips. Dinner dates with all you can eat crab and leftovers from others plates, and late night jobs setting up the new shop. Coffees, chocolates, introductions to Red Rose tea. Helping us with our first baby, family 'LOST' nights, game nights, BBQ's, coffee deliveries during new home construction. Third Day concerts and #1 fan concerts to the Newsboys...influence of music and scrap booking soon crept into their home and their hearts filled ours. We call them friends, family, landlords, business partners and brothers and sisters in Christ. 
What these two add to our lives can never be measured or explained. From our best to worst moments they hold no judgements; just open arms. When I needed Linda most, she gave, she wept, she hugged, and she forgave. From meltdowns in the cow pastures to hugs that nearly pulled me out of the car. These two dropped life and poured into ours. Linda held my hand, drove me to and from, spoke to the void during the freshest wounds I've experienced. She allowed me to be weak and carried me when I couldn't stand on my own. It's not easy being put into a fiery situation, but Greg and Linda did it with grace and showed forgiveness immediately. They embraced us when our "wash machine was broken beyond repair"!!!
Greg and Linda are the living example of "go to" friends, but more then that they exemplify the hands and feet of Christ to us and all around them. They have set a pure example of parenting and marriage for us and also shown us the balance of having fun. They are the biggest inspirations to us. Selfless, giving, humble, caring, God-serving people. My life is richer because of this friendship and my husband is a stronger man due to the example Greg has shown him through daily life together. We are better people because of a simple boys haircut. And let's not forget the influence these handsome boys have had on our kids!
Yes, it is true, there is questioning about whether or not the thumb print agreement still stands between Jake and Addi someday getting married. If we had our way they would never know that it started with a joke! Mac and Sam have helped me many times climbing in our trees, showing stunts to Charlie, and entertaining the thought of babysitting to our sweet little babies. So far my efforts at getting them to change diapers has come to a halt. Mac, Sam, and Jake have been just as much of this friendship as their parents and we thank them for their respectful giving and serving to our family.  


What's most embarrassing about this almost 13 year friendship is the idea that it took this long for Linda and I to have a picture taken of us together! Terrible! So why not start our photo memories in our dutch costumes in the next family adventure. 
I stand behind this friendship 100% and pray that I can give as much to them as this beautiful couple has given to us. I thank God for my friend reminding me of accomplishing my daily essentials, the timely phone calls, persuasions to home school, soft words spoken, tight embraces, and open doors when things looked bleak. I praise God for blessing my life with this rich, inspiring, sister-like relationship and pray for her daily. 
She is my Go-To and I pray I can be hers to the level she's been to me. 


A Shield of Prayer

This week I was blessed with yet another hair appointment with a dear sweet client and friend. I have been enriched with relationships short and sweet, but also those that have been on my 13 year scissor journey from East Side Hair to ownership, and ultimately to here at home. I have thoroughly enjoyed every moment (well most) and the friendships that have blossomed through a foil or simple haircut. I have seen kids grow up, young couples become engaged, marriages begin, babies born and families grow. Being the social person that I am, this career has been perfect for me. I never realized how perfect until this week. You see, God has brought me on a painful and public journey for many reasons, but also for important lessons and building blocks for my faith character. 
I value each of my few clients and have had the pleasure of sharing with each of them about God's faithfulness in my life and within my marriage. On the other hand, they too have had opportunity to laugh, cry, rejoice, and grieve in my chair. This week, my client and I grieved and embraced one another because of satan's slimy deceits, attacks, and victories. 
When I hear of the devil attacking at a husbands heart, mind, or addiction it makes my blood boil and heart break for the marriage and the broken wife. My stomach twists and turns at the raw feeling and reminders of what it felt like at the point of confession and defeat in my own marriage. I listened to my friend share her horror story from the past few months this week and wanted to promise happy days and dry eyes, but knew that would only be lying. This time it was the bottle that crept in and took victory over a mans life leaving his spouse empty, hopeless, and full of deceit and broken trust. Trust that takes years to build and minutes to crush. Memories that turn sour and the future that looks bleak. 
I listened as I heard fear, uncertainty, brokenness, loss, and pain weep into the very hands that held her husbands years earlier as they shared vows and celebrated life together. My heart sank as more truth was shared and tears shed. I knew this pain. I knew that feeling of "Are the tears EVER going to stop?" I knew the emotion that cuts to the bones and leaves you completely cold and empty. 
BUT...
There is hope. 

"Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer."  Romans 12:12

It says in Revelation 7:17, that God will wipe away every tear from our eyes. I believe it. I've witnessed it. And my prayer is that in the darkest moments of this broken wife's days, she feels God wiping her every tear shed...one after another. 
It angers me to see satan winning over too many marriages and families. I see it too often and pray it another way. The lives of young children are shaken up as parents split and misconceptions begin to sink into their thoughts. Trust that was solid as steel cut and bent to an ugly tangled mess making it sore to the human eye. Temptation, when given in to, becomes the barricades within relationships and leads to a series of spiraling decisions to destruction. And, if not won over, the devil celebrates at another victory of defeat. 
Today at church, Pastor Kurt was teaching about prayer and the need to use our shield more often. 

"In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests."  Ephesians 6:16,18

I find myself having a daily dialog with God about all the little things in my life at all times of the day. I pray fervently when My Honey is traveling for work and temptations creep in at his toes. You can't delete all the negative in the world and addiction will always be there waiting to devour it's next prey. I pray for his mind, his eyes, and for his shield to be strong to fight against the flaming arrows satan aims his direction and also mine. No doubt satan attacks the weak and when my heart is hurting and trust seems thin, the attack will be near. Yes, we pray and ask that God will give us that "force field" around us but evil is everywhere. 
But we are told to pray on ALL occasions...so are we?

"Is any one of you in trouble? He should pray. Is anyone happy? Let him sing songs of praise. Therefore, confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective."  James 5:13,16

When I hear of another broken marriage I find that anger is one of the first emotions I struggle with in my heart. It angers me to know that evil is creating too much pain in Christian marriages and families. So I strongly believe our prayers need to be more frequent, more desperate, and pleading with God to stand between the temptations of life and His people in the cross fire of evil arrows. 
Wives, we need to be praying for our husbands eyes, minds, and their hearts to be in line with God's divine plan for marriage. Praying that the whispers of lies to become silent and that temptations become weak. We need to be praying for our young fathers as they travel and work to become the next generation of believing leaders setting examples for our kids. Praying for addictions to be broken and healing to be found. We need to be praying for our husbands to take up the shield of prayer and stand firm in the truth of God's word. 
This will not be a guarantee that pain will never be felt within the vows, but we are promised that doors will be opened if we knock. Let's stand together and knock down a few doors for the marriages that are experiencing lost hope, chilling emptiness, and deceit. Let's pray that men (and women too) can be strong enough to resist the evil prowling outside the marriage boundaries. Pray for marriages to be strong enough to stand the test of addiction, temptation, and broken roads. 
And in the end, find restoration, healing, and God's beautiful faithfulness that "He will overcome."

I pray that my friend can feel God's arms wrapped ever so tightly around her as she weeps and grieves for the marriage that seems hopeless. I pray that she, and so many others a like, can feel God's warmth and love carrying her through the darkest valley. I pray that she can allow herself to cry, laugh, and soak in God's richness and truth. I pray for healing in her husbands life and for addiction to be broken and the bonds of oppression in his life to be set free. I pray this for so many others as well and in the end that God WILL be glorified. 
Even if it starts with a few foils, hair color, friendship and conversation. 


This is my Marriage; I'm Not Ashamed

It can be the purple elephant in the room at times. As awkward as it is for others, it's not for me. It can be a subject never wanting to be talked about, but it should given the right time and opportunity. It can be stressful, embarrassing, and painful but it's not the way God intended it to be. My marriage is a beautiful relationship and I'm not ashamed of it or defined by the roads Tim and I have traveled over the past 11 years. 
This morning our pastor said something that struck me well...
"We are not responsible for the results; we are responsible for the story." 

It struck me for a few reasons. 
One: My story is mine alone to tell and it's up to me to share it when God prompts me to or when He gives opportunity to share. I can't change it no matter how much I may want to. God has no "cut and paste" when it comes to interweaving His hand in my life. Two: I can't make people listen or be influenced one way or the other by the events in my story. I have been commanded to share the good news and to not be ashamed by my faith and hope in Christ. Three: It's not about seeing the end result but rather how my story is a possible seed to someone else's story. I will never be able to change anyone alone but through the power of prayer and obedience one can change themselves. 
I love knowing that the burden of changing people is not on me but in the hands of the One who can change lives, bring people to repentance, and be the very reason to share a story. 
We are called to worship and to bring praise to God. My marriage has given me reason to dance, to sing, and to praise God for the miracle He did in my life through forgiveness and Tim's life through obedience and repentance.

A good friend on pastoral staff at church had said to me years ago that she saw Tim and I speaking at marriage conferences someday and changing marriages for the greater good. I laughed then but can now see how her prophecy over our lives has begun to unfold. I don't see myself as a counselor or marriage specialist. I see myself as a broken, sinful, and ugly person without Jesus but who desperately needs Jesus and the gift of salvation through the cross. It is by grace alone God's beauty, forgiveness, and mercy has shown itself in abundance in my life. I am just as sinful as the man next to me. After Catherine had shared with me her vision on our lives and the initial laugh of "yeah right???!!!!" it was then I shared with her the dream I had just encountered days earlier. You see, it was her prophecy that was given vision to me through a dream. A young couple desperate for insight and restoration had come to a marriage conference seeking common ground but with divorce papers signed and sealed ready for the post office if that goal was not found. It was after Tim and I had gotten done sharing our story that this young couple handed us their divorce packet asking for us to tear it up and throw it away as their marriage had found hope through our story. Shortly after these visions, Tim was prompted by the Holy Spirit to share his testimony at our church which was TERRIFYING, threatening, humiliating, and embarrassing as just our parents, siblings, and two close friends had known about the issues at hand. Not having the guts to sit and watch we opted for a family fun day up north as we weren't sure how to respond or more or less were to ashamed to sit with all eyes on us. Weeks after, the church had asked if I shared my side of the story through a short video testimony as well. The feeling again of thinking everyone was staring at you was upon me like the first few Sundays after Tim confessed to me. My flight risk that day was pretty darn high.

Our marriage went through an autopsy at church in front of many who very much like us, had extremely painful issues at hand. And just like us, the emotion of shame, humility, and rejection was very close at hand. It wasn't soon after that CBN had called the church to ask if they could video us and share our story with a broader audience. We reluctantly said yes with nerves, fears, and concerns for our little family as we simply wanted to protect ourselves but also be obedient to God's higher purpose. I had asked a neighbor friend to watch our little 2 month old and had the bigger kids over at friends for the entire day as the film crew said speak so that's what we did. The emotions were at our fingertips again as we had to trudge through the details of our past. You see, in our story we have many chapters and some began even before we said "I do." For Tim, his addiction was grandfathered into our "us" and was the very thing that caused our old marriage to die. It wasn't until the "seven year itch" that God finally won the battle over Tim's life and forever changed the course of our marriage. It wasn't just the "us" that was broken either....the crock pot died, the toaster broke, and the coffee pot had it's last brew as well. It was not a pleasant time. 

"We are not responsible for the results; we are responsible for the story."

My hearts passion today is to share hope with marriages that seem dark, worthless, filled with deceit and lies, that seem hopeless, and those that are lacking what God intended. It is my purpose to encourage wives to love their husbands even when loving them is the furthest thing on their agenda. Through my story I want to bring awareness to the raw issues at hand that 1 in every 2 couples struggle with in their relationships. I want women to WAKE UP and realize the temptation men face and how we can bring caution to them by the way we live our lives. I want to teach my kids self respect and bring light to the slimy ways of the devil as they grow, mature, and become adults. I want them to see themselves as temples of the Holy Spirit and how their bodies can bring glory to God through their words and actions. I wish for every marriage to have healthy communication, intense love and passion for one another, forgiveness for the big and small, and above all individual love for Christ as together they can be an unstoppable force for Christ. I pray for no woman to endure the sleepless nights and bone shattering pain I experienced. I wish for no woman to have to suffer the mental anguish and the lies the devil weaves into their thoughts. Thoughts of worthlessness, self doubt, shame, and rejection. I wish for no couple to be ashamed or to be defined by things of the past. I pray for hope for lost couples. I pray for restoration between husbands and wives. I pray for a new found love to blossom and become a tower of hope for other people around them including children who deserve to see marriage withstand a test and triumph by His grace. I pray that our story can be the thin thread of hope someone is looking for to give one more reason to keep loving, praying, and offering forgiveness to their spouse.
I praise God for the work He has done in my marriage. Just as a student endures years of education for a framed plaque on the wall, I pray that I too can continue my education of learning, growing, playing, and praying for my marriage. May we never again forget to give reason to love, learn and to work at making our marriage that best that it can be. The marriage that God intended it to be and the relationship we are blessed to share with each other. As it was sung at our wedding, "Grow old along with me. The best is yet to be." I am excited to see what the best will be and I pray with help from God, we would never be ashamed to tell others how good God has been to us.

So we continue to learn more about our marriage as we seek to find new ways to express our love to each other through our love languages and in our daily schedules. We give thanks as we continue to build up our marriage by learning more about God's purpose for marriage through scripture and the gifts God grants to those in marriage. We forgive. We love. We heal and we live without shame of how we became the "us" now. And maybe by just being "us" we can give hope to someone else's results and give glory to God for being the perfect author giving us the perfect story to tell. 

A House Built on Solid Rock


Every once in awhile we all need the chance to sit and listen; reflect and pray; meditate and wait on the Lord for answers, clarity, insight, and refreshment. I had just that this past weekend. I needed some time to be with My Lord and pray about so many different areas and "things" going on in my life and around me. I think when life gets too busy it can be easy to skip over some minor joys or sorrows and only give yourself time to focus on the immediate needs of that exact moment. Something I'm guilty of doing. 

"I wait on the Lord, my soul waits, and in His word I put my hope."  Psalm 130:5


I found myself wrestling with God about my sister Traci and the intense exhaustion she faces daily from the battle she has been fighting for 6 years. I believe that we are given trials and struggles in our lives to build our faith and allow us to grow deeper with God but...I hate to see a loved one suffer with continued pain and emotional loss. This was something I need to pray much about while sitting with God. I find intimacy with God through worship and caught myself a few times singing out loud around strangers as I tapped out the beat on my lounge chair. God meets me in worship and showed me healing through songs of hope and promise. I think of my sister in Selah's song Press On:

When the valley is deep
When the mountain is steep
When the body is weary
When we stumble and fall

When the choices are hard
When we're battered and scarred
When we've spent our resources
When we've given our all

In Jesus' name, we press on
In Jesus' name, we press on
Dear Lord, with the prize
Clear before our eyes
We find the strength to press on

But, I also think of my dear, sweet friend Sarah and her family as 2013 has brought miracles beyond any medical comprehension and explanation. God literally rose sweet Nina from the dead as I grieved over the text 'pray for life' and REJOICE as Nina just celebrated her 4th birthday with a normal, healthy heart! PRAISE GOD! The Stewart's valley was deep with a mountain that appeared to be to high to climb. But, in Jesus name Nina and her family have pressed on.


{Nina at her 4th birthday party}

I think about a high school classmate who for years now has been striving to find a cure for her adorable, cheek-kissing son who was born with spinal muscular atrophy placing his handsome body in a wheelchair. Taysen has proven what courage in a storm lives like and Melodie has shown what support looks like as she has raised funds and ran for a cause so incredibly personal to her family. I'm truly inspired by the amount of life in this young child!


{Taysen age 7}

I think about the families in our church body who have adopted and are pressing into the very lives God brought into theirs, as they face challenge after challenge of health issues and experiences that no one, or child, should ever face alone. I pray for the wives I've met who are thrown at an emotional cliff filled with betrayal, deceit, agony, and trust that may seem never to be found again. I reflect back four years ago when I was placed at the foot of that mountain as what felt like my life being shattered into a million pieces.
But then, I watched; I waited. And God showed me perspective. The very water that brings life and sustains life is the very water that can destroy if we are not solidly rooted in our faith and foundation in the Bible. 



The kids like to sing the song about the wise man who built his house on sand. We probably all sang it in Sunday school at one point but the story can be found in Luke 6:46-49 which says,

"Why do you call me, 'Lord, Lord,' and do not do what I say? As for everyone who comes to me and hears my words and puts them into practice, I will show you what they are like. They are like a man building a house, who dug down deep and laid the foundation on the rock. When a flood came, the torrent struck that house but could not shake it, because it was well built. But the one who hears my words and does not put them into practice is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation. The moment the torrent struck that house, it collapsed and it's destruction was complete."



As I sat watching one after another massive, powerful wave plow against the lava rock shoreline it reminded me of life. Life is the ocean. I am the rocky shore line. I know that I can stand against whatever opposition life brings me because of my foundation in Christ and the promise in His Word. But, it is also the very crest of the wave that brings oxygen to those in the water. How I face a challenge may very well set an example and bring life to someone standing near as the waves come crashing in one after another. I never want to be the reason why life was never offered to those around me. And let's not forget about the pure beauty of when shear force meets solid ground. The bigger the splash the larger reaction of awe and wonder of God's amazing creation! 

"Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation." 
Psalm 95:1

"The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliver; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation...The waves of death swirled around me; 
the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me...The Lord lives! Praise be to my Rock! 
Exalted be God, the Rock, my Savior!"  
2 Samuel 22:3,5,47

Just as the waves gained speed and strength, so does life. The busier we get the bigger the wave until it reaches shore and can't contain itself as it collides against the very foundation we stand on. The only control we have is the stance we have when life comes with another test; the unforeseen far off in the distance. There is no predicting the height of the wave, the force of the wave, the capacity it may have to knock us on our feet. 
I love the words to the old Hymn written back in 1834 by Edward Mote:

My hope is built on nothing less,
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus' Name.

When darkness seems to hide His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.


My prayer for my life is that my foundation stays rooted in the Truth of the Word so that when life surprises me with a ten foot swell, I can stand firm knowing that my faith will see my through. Until then, I stand FIRM in the TRUTH that has set me free and I wait knowing that whatever comes my way God is standing right beside me.