Everything Happens For A Reason

“Everything happens for a reason”. I’m sure you’ve heard this saying before or maybe you’ve said it yourself. I’ve definitely held onto that saying in hard times. A lot of people don’t agree with or like the saying. When tragedy strikes, they can’t wrap their minds around how something so tragic can have any kind of good reason for happening or have anything good come from it.

Personally, I think there is a lot of truth in it. I know that I love God with everything that is in me. I know that in Romans 8:28, God says that He’ll, “… work all things out for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.” I like to read out of my NIV Application Bible when I read. There are footnotes at the bottom of the page that sometimes dive further into what a verse says. Here is what it says about this verse:

 “God works in all things –not just isolated incidents- for our good. This does not mean that all that happens to us is good. Evil is prevalent in our fallen world, but God is able to turn every circumstance around us for our long-range good. Note that God is not working to make us happy, but to fulfill his purpose. Note also that this promise is not for everybody. It can be claimed by only those who love God and are called according to his purpose. Those who are “called” are those the Holy Spirit convinces and enables to receive Christ. Such people have a new perspective, a new mind-set on life. They trust in God, not life’s treasures; they look for their security in heaven, not on earth; they learn to accept, not resent, pain and persecution because God is with them.”

  I don’t know about you, but this brings me tremendous comfort in the things that I go through. I know that I love God and am called by Him. Therefore, I know that everything that happens to me, happens for a reason. God will work in any situation.

Let me give you an example: this past December, my mom was set to go have lunch with her mom and step-dad. They had not always seen eye-to-eye on most things, but they were on good terms. The day that they were planning on having lunch (Monday the 5th) my grandma had a stroke. There was a blood clot in her brain and they operated on her to try to remove the clot. She made it through the surgery and the doctors were confident that she would make it. This hope was short-lived. The next day, we learned that her condition was deteriorating and she wouldn’t make it much longer. That afternoon, I got a text from my mom who was at the hospital with her mom saying that there wasn’t anything that the doctors could do. I was in the middle of teaching an English lesson to one of my middle school classes when I got the text. I read the text, but didn’t focus on it in order not to break down in the middle of class. Class ended and it was time for lunch. That was the hardest part of that day. I had time to sit and think about what was happening. My grandma was not a Christian and had rejected Jesus multiple times throughout her life. It was heartbreaking to think that she would probably die without accepting Jesus into her life. I was a mess. My coworkers (who are amazing) stood with me in prayer that she would somehow accept Christ. After the school day ended, I talked with my mom and knew that I should encourage her to talk to her mom about Jesus. I couldn’t do it. It took a lot to hold myself together just talking about her condition; there was no way that I could tell her to talk to her about Jesus. So, after I hung up with my mom, I called my sister, Deborah. Deborah had the same thing in her head as I did. She and I talked about it and we decided that Deborah should text our mom to encourage her to share Jesus with our grandma. When we hung up, Deborah sent the text. The time that my mom got the text, everyone who was in my grandma’s hospital room had just left and it was just my mom and her mom alone in the room. It was a God-thing. My grandma was conscious at this point, but she was paralyzed for the most part. My mom was able to lead her mom to Christ in that hospital room! I get chills just typing it. My grandma, who had never really considered a relationship with Christ, was able to wiggle her toe and accept Jesus in her hospital bed! That was definitely the best news that I’ve received up to this point in my life! We knew that no matter what happened, we’d see her in Heaven again one day. A couple of days later, my grandma passed away peacefully.

Now, why did I tell you this story? I told it because God used something as tragic as my grandma having a stroke to do a few things; 1). Bring glory to His name, 2). Bring my grandma to accept Him into her life, and 3). Strengthen the faith of everyone who heard the story. I would love for my grandma to still be here with us, but I’m SO thankful that she is with Jesus and that I will see her again.

When a caterpillar goes into a cocoon, it might be scared or even think it’s about to die. But as it waits patiently inside of it’s small, dark, temporary home, it grows. Eventually, when it’s time, it comes out of the dark place and has turned into a beautiful butterfly. I think we can learn a lot from this. Even though a situation might be new, scary, dark, or make you feel like you won’t last much longer, know that at the right time, God will bring you out of that situation as a someone who has grown and learned new things.

I know that it’s hard to think of positive things happening when someone you love passes away unexpectedly, when you get bad new from a doctor, when natural disasters happen, when relationships are broken apart, or when you don’t know how you’re going to pay your rent for the next month. It’s hard to think that God is going to do things through unbelievably hard times. I firmly believe that God will use those hard times to further His Kingdom and to help us grow. Through those hard times, we as believers grow closer to Jesus and rely on Him to get us through those hard times. When we get through those hard times, we are closer to God and stronger than we imagined we would be.

If everything didn’t happen for a reason, tragic things would be just that: tragic. There would be no light at the end of the tunnel in a lot of situations.

Let me encourage you; if you love God, God will use the hard things that you go through for good. It might not make sense at the time, but God’s plans are always better than ours. God’s ideas of the way that things should be are better than we can dream them up.

Taiwan Mission Trip 2016: One of the Biggest Things I Learned

It’s been a little over a month since I returned from a 20 day mission trip to Taiwan. I’ve been meaning to write about my trip, but it’s taken a bit to process and decide what exactly I want to write…and what God wants me to write, of course. Mission trips will almost always have a huge impact on your life, so take the time to process things you learned, emotions that were felt, the different experiences you had, and the people you were surrounded by. Then, write those things down. Even if you aren’t a writer or don’t particularly enjoy it, you will look back in hard times and see things that God did in and through you because of that trip.

So, let’s start at the beginning of the story. My church sent out three different mission trips this summer. One of my best friends, Jabez, decided that he was going to go to Taiwan to help with a sports and English camp. A few times he threw the idea out to me that I should go, but things kept hindering me from going. I had already committed to being a leader on a middle school trip with my youth group and Taiwan was really far away. I got homesick when I lived an hour away from home all last summer…how could I possibly deal with being in Taiwan for three weeks without my family or the comforts of home? I began to pray about it and I decided that the trip wasn’t for me. I didn’t listen to where God was leading me. I was telling myself what I thought I wanted God to say. It wasn’t until I was having dinner with Jabez and my mom when God tugged at my heart. So, God lead me to take the leap of faith and go to Taiwan. I knew I could raise the $2,400 that I needed, but that wasn’t the biggest obstacle. I knew that if something didn’t change in me, I was going to get homesick and be afraid to fully experience all that Taiwan had to offer. For the next two months, I prayed literally every single day that God would prepare my heart for the trip and that I would not be homesick at all. I prayed that He would help me to take leaps of faith even when I was advised against it. It was a struggle, but I knew that God would take care of things.

One of my best friends, Katie, decided to join us on the mission trip and that was awesome! She and I had done a lot of travelling together in the past and we even got baptized together, so I knew that by her being there with me, I would be a little bit more comfortable. So, I prayed and prayed that God would open my heart to new things and new experiences and that He would help change my heart and the hearts of those around me. Y’all, I prayed a lot…a lot more than I had for anything in the past. As I prepared to go on this trip, I could tell that God was already doing work in me.

So, we left for Taiwan and flew over 9,000 miles to get there. The 10 hour flight from San Francisco to Tokyo was really cramped and not ideal at all, but we survived. Our group connected well, so that helped make travel easy.

Side note: In the Tokyo airport, I met Tim Tebow?! If y’all don’t know me, one thing you should know is that I’m a die-hard Florida Gators fan and have loved Tim Tebow since he played for the Gators. God totally blew my mind when I was walking in the terminal in Japan and Tim Tebow was walking towards me.

A couple of days later, camp began and it was incredible! We had family groups (#TeamLimeGreen) and that was so impactful. Jabez and I were two of the leaders in our family group. We immensely enjoyed the times we got to spend with our campers. We got to see them grow and experience God in new ways. We had conversations with them that were impactful and insightful. We learned about the backgrounds of our campers. Some of them lived at an orphanage a few hours away. It was amazing to see that joy that some of those orphans had despite the fact that they lived in an orphanage. It was incredible.

It was, also, really cool to talk to campers who didn’t live at the orphanage. They had lots of struggles of their own. In Taiwan, Christianity is considered the “Westerner’s religion” so a lot of parents don’t want their children to become Christians. They would prefer to stick to the traditions of burning money, food, and incense to their ancestors that can do absolutely nothing for them than let their children be loved by a God that actually knows their name. One girl in particular named Ranee was incredible! She is a Christian, but her mother does not approve. Ranee was sharing some of her struggles with me and it was mind-blowing how much pressure is put on Taiwanese students. If they do not get certain scores on certain tests, they will not have a good path in their life. It’s really sad to see the stress they have on their shoulders. Jabez and I grew really close with Ranee and it was extremely hard to say goodbye. Then, she decided that she would come on our adventures a week later when camp was over. So, camp ended and Ranee arrived to go explore the island with us. We were driving through the mountains and she had a heartbreaking conversation with her mother. Her mother did not like that she was with a group of missionaries, so she forbid her to see us ever again once we left the island. It was heartbreaking to say the least. Ranee was hurting and we were hurting knowing that she was dealing the disappointment and displeasure of her mother. Jabez, Katie, Rick (the leader of our team), and I all encouraged her to stand strong and not give up.

Even now, we still keep in touch with Ranee. I got a message from her a couple of weeks ago. She said that her mother was going to allow her to come to America to visit us and tour some colleges! How amazing is that? Her mother, who had previously told her she would never see us again, was agreeing to let her travel over 9,000 miles to see us! If that isn’t a work of God, I don’t know what is.

This was just one of the stories where God worked in an amazing way! One of the biggest things I took away from this trip was the power of prayer. Prayer is incredibly important and powerful. I’m convinced that it was God who didn’t let me get homesick (I didn’t even want to come back home after 3 weeks). I’m convinced that it was God who softened the heart of Ranee’s mother to allow her to visit America. I’m convinced that it was God who kept us safe in a foreign land.

When I was initially praying about whether or not I should go on this trip, I thought that God was telling me not to go. I thought I was listening to Him. I was wrong. I was listening to the fears that had me convinced that playing it safe would be better for me. I wasn’t listening to God. Then, God used two of the people that I trust to speak to me and to tell me that I should go. God isn’t going to always speak to you through His word, He’s not always going to give you the answers you want, and He’s not always going to take you to a comfortable place. In fact, He promises that we won’t be comfortable. That’s all okay. At the end of the day, God is God and His plans truly are what is best for our lives, whether we realize or agree or not.

Guys, prayer is so much more powerful than we think. I experienced it first hand and found it to be 100% life changing. I encourage you to set aside time each day to pray. For me, on my drive to work, instead of playing music, I use that time to pray. For you, it might look differently, but I encourage you to invest in a solid prayer time. It will change your life in so many different ways!

Dear Substitute Teacher

*The following is a note that I wrote to the substitute teacher who subbed for my 4th grade class while I was out for a day:

“Dear substitute teacher,

            My name is Judy Barker. I have been the sub for this class for the past week and will be here until Spring Break. This class is very talkative, but very bright. They need constant encouragement, but a firm hand. Be stern, but gracious. I will give you a list of good students, not-so-great students, and students who may need extra help/attention. Please let me know if any of them misbehave. As for teaching goes, I’ll leave you everything you will need and a schedule for the day. They have a line order. I have left that with you and they know where they need to go. If you have any questions, the teachers next door will help you. Thank you for being me today!

                                                God Bless,

                                                         Judy Barker”

For the past 5 months, I had the privilege of being a substitute teacher for the Polk County Public School system. I was at a school teaching second grade one day and during class, the assistant principal walked into my classroom and asked if I’d sub for a 4th grade class for the rest of the week. I decided to give it a shot and see what would happen. It was only for a week, right? Well, the first day wasn’t too bad. However, the rest of the week was awful. I got to know the class’ story as a whole. Their teacher moved to a different city. Then their new teacher quit on them because she really disliked them (and told them that) and they didn’t like her. At this point, their teacher consisted of a multitude of different subs. When I stepped in, I didn’t know I’d be there for almost 3 weeks until their new teacher (who is fantastic) arrived. I got to know these students really well. I even went on a field trip with them! We all got along well. With that being said, things weren’t easy. I had some problems students who didn’t like to obey authority or do their schoolwork. Every school and class has these students, so this is nothing new. I got to talk with them more and learn about their lives. I found out that some students don’t get regular meals at home, but are fortunate enough to be able to take a bag full of food home with them on the weekends, some students have been abused, and some students have a great home life. I even taught a girl who had just lost her dad to cancer.

My heart broke every day for one reason or another. These students were so broken and they didn’t have anyone who was willing to help them. During my time with them, I was able to encourage them and help them succeed in certain goals. I got to love on them and be there for them. I loved when they’d walk into class in the mornings and tell me all about something cool they did or something new that they learned. I loved getting to listen to them talk about things that made them happy. It put a smile on my face when I saw a student who had been a decently behaved student give away his special treat to the one student who didn’t earn it. He was showing love and grace and he didn’t even realize it. This was one of the coolest moments of my life.

After Spring Break, I began subbing for other schools and classes. When you enter a classroom for the first time, it’s almost impossible to know what kind of students you will be teaching that day. For me, a prayer each morning that I would pray consisted of me asking God to place students in my path that needed love, encouragement, and kindness. I knew that if I could encounter some of these students, I could help make their day a little better. I always had “trouble students” in my classes. I could tell that they would act up on purpose just for the attention. They didn’t care what kind of attention they got as long as someone was paying attention to them. That broke my heart. Their parents didn’t really care about them and we all could tell. So they would do what they had to do to attain attention from other adults. Often times when a student would misbehave, I’d pull them aside and talk with them. I’d encourage them to make better choices. A lot of the students that I pulled aside were students that had a lot of influence on other students. I would tell them how much of an example they are and how they can be a good leader if they did the right things. A lot of times I could see the transformation in them after this talk. The little bit of confidence and encouragement that I gave them was what they needed. Throughout the day I’d encourage them more and thank them for doing the right things instead of the wrong things.

Overall, I learned a few things. 1). Kids these days are struggling and as a society, we aren’t doing too much to help them. Parents want to be a friend instead of a parent and in a lot of cases they don’t even want to be a parent. This leaves kids feeling hopeless, unloved, and not valuable. This causes them to try to find love and acceptance in places that will only encourage them to follow bad paths. 2). The world is full of broken people who are hurting. It’s our responsibility as Christ-followers to love and encourage them no matter who they are or how hard they make your life. 3). It’s important to have guidelines to live by and it’s ok to still have fun while following those guidelines. There’s nothing more chaotic in a classroom than having a fun activity and the entire class completely ignores all of the rules. This results in someone getting hurt, property getting damaged, students getting scared for their safety, and teachers getting frustrated. Rules are good and it’s important to have fun inside of those rules.

Didn’t Jesus say, “Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them! For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.”(Matt. 19:14)?
Society can be harsh and treat kids like they don’t matter and like they don’t have thoughts, feelings, emotions, or dreams. Jesus reminds us to treat them as the special people they are. They are so important and we need to remind them of that importance.

So, to all of the teachers and substitute teachers out there who are on summer break, thank you for all that you have done to impact the future generation of people. Thank you for being patient, making countless sacrifices, and for loving your students. Without your diligence, we’d be in even bigger trouble than we are in now. You are incredibly important and your hard work doesn’t go unnoticed!

And to all of the good substitute teachers out there, keep up your good work and keep fighting the good fight! Your love, gentleness, and kindness don’t go unnoticed. You do a special job that is crucial to the functioning of society!

*Also, congrats if you’ve made it all the way to the end! You’re the real MVP for reading this whole thing!


I Had It All Wrong (Pt. 2)

*I wrote part 1 to this post a couple of days ago, so if you haven’t read part 1, I suggest that you do so before you continue to read this.*

Assuming that you are continuing to read this because you have read the previous post, I’ll dive right in. In my last post, I talked about my experience with worry and anxiety. God used my deadly worry to open my eyes to see that I shouldn’t worry about anything. I started off the last post with a couple of questions. I’ll ask them again. Do you ever catch yourself saying that you’re worried about something? Do you ever catch yourself saying that you’re concerned with something? Probably more often than not, you use the word “worry” instead of the word “concern”.

I don’t quite remember where I was or what was going on around me when I was thinking of this, but for whatever reason, one day I was thinking about a certain situation and I was pretty worried about it (or so I thought). Then I recalled Matthew 6:25 where I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to worry. “But if I’m not supposed to worry, does that mean that I don’t care about the situation?” I thought to myself. I got to thinking and I realized that I wasn’t as much worried as I was concerned about the situation.

I think that a lot of people get worried and concerned mixed up. I’ll give the definition of worried and the definition of concerned and we’ll see how they stack up. The definition of worried according to Dictionary.com is “to torment oneself with or suffer from disturbing thoughts, uneasiness, or anxiety.” The definition for concerned according to Dictionary.com is “a matter that engages a person’s attention, interest, or care, or that affects a person’s welfare or happiness”.

Clearly, they are similar, but that doesn’t mean that they should be used interchangeably.

When we use the word “worry” when we are actually concerned, it can paralyze us. I was preparing to write my last post and as I was reading through Matthew 6, I got to the end of the chapter where Jesus tells us not to worry. I was reading my application Bible and at the bottom there was some elaboration on the idea of worry. It said, “Here is the difference between worry and genuine concern- worry immobilizes, but concern moves you to action.” “Wow”, I remember thinking. How true is that (and how fitting, considering I planning on writing about the difference between the two)? Jesus told us not to worry, but he never said that we shouldn’t be concerned. When we worry, it makes us feel out of control and anxious, but when we have genuine concern we feel the urge to do something about that concern and change the situation.

Worry puts us in a ditch, but concern puts us in the passenger seat (next to God who is in the driver’s seat, of course).

I was reading a book by John MacArthur called “Found: God’s Peace”. In the first chapter he talks about avoiding anxiety through prayer (Fun fact: you can get the book for free if you email his people). Anyways, one of the lines in the first chapter says, “Some people assume that worry is the result of too much thinking. Actually, it’s the result of too little thinking in the right direction.” This got me thinking. When we talk about worry and anxiety, we often say that it is caused by thinking too much about a certain situation. While that can be true, we need to understand that thinking about it day and night won’t change the situation and will only continue to drown us in our worry and anxiety. We need to surrender all control of the situation to God and think about how perfect His plans are. After all, Jesus said it himself, “Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?” (Luke 12:25)

I encourage you to use the word “concern” instead of the word “worry” when you are genuinely concerned with something. If you change the way you think and speak about certain things, it’ll help you focus more on right thinking and you’ll most likely end up feeling better about that situation. I’ve started saying “concerned” instead of “worry” and honestly, it changes your perspective on the situation, so I encourage you to do the same. It could change your life!

I Had It All Wrong (Pt. 1)

Do you ever catch yourself saying that you’re worried about something? Do you ever catch yourself saying that you’re concerned with something? If I had to guess, I’d say that most of the time, you say that you’re worried about something more often than you say that you’re concerned with something.

Sometimes, I find myself thinking a bit about the phrases that I say. Whether it be phrases like “What in the world?” or “I’m worried about it”, I tend to stop and think about the general meaning and the literal meaning of the phrase. When I think about the phrase “I’m worried about it” I feel a bit unclean. As I study the Bible, I’m reminded that I should never worry about anything (Matt. 6:25, Luke 12:24-34).

But as I keep thinking, the question enters my mind: am I really worried? What does worry actually look like? According to Dictionary.com, here are some of the definitions of the word “worry”: to torment oneself with or suffer from disturbing thoughts, a worried condition or feeling, uneasiness, or anxiety. No wonder I feel uneasy when I think of the word “worry”. The Bible says many things about worry and anxiety. It says things like “Do not be anxious about anything…” –Phil. 4:6 and “An anxious heart weighs a man down…” –Proverbs 12:25.

There are many situations in my life where worry and anxiety have plagued my heart and mind. Situations such as being in a completely new place by myself without much with which to support myself, having to sit aside and watch as someone I dearly love was in an abusive situation, searching for a place in life where I felt I could thrive, watching as some of my closest friendships disappeared before my eyes…I could go on, but you get the picture.

I found myself in a place where worry and anxiety ruled my life to the point where I was physically impaired. I tried different methods to reduce stress such as breathing exercises, going for walks, journaling, and sleeping a lot. None of those things seemed to do the trick. I was consumed with anxiety and worry.

I tried lots of things that I thought could solve the problem, but nothing worked how I wanted. I thought that maybe if I tried something different and tried to ignore the symptoms that things would turn around and get better. Boy, was I wrong. Things kept getting worse. Eventually some things resolved themselves (some in calmer ways than others), but I still had that worry inside of me. I was still anxious because of the things that had happened. Typically, you’d expect for most of the worry to go away and things to feel better. I did start feeling better a little bit in my mind, but in my heart, I knew that things still weren’t right.

During the hard times, it was way easier to say that God was in control rather than to actually believe it. If I said that He was in control, I could make it look like I was fine, but when it came to dealing with things, I could do things the way that I saw fit. I was in control, but I was completely powerless. I realized that I could do nothing to improve my situation. There wasn’t anyone or anything on the face of the earth that could improve my situation. That’s when it hit me. I was looking in the wrong place. Nothing on this earth could give me that comfort and peace because nothing on this earth is the author and giver of that peace…God is. Numerous times, God told me to surrender it ALL to Him…not just say it with my mouth, but say it with my heart. How is giving up control of my life supposed to make me feel in control? News flash: it doesn’t. While I might feel better about it temporarily, I’m not made to be in control. Once I surrendered the situations to God, everything was out of my hands and the One who authors my footsteps gave me the peace I was looking for. I had no power to change things, but God did.

“We don’t just need faith that knows, but we need a faith that goes.” –Zachary Weathers

When I was sitting with my students in youth group on that Wednesday evening, I didn’t expect for that night to change my life. While Zach didn’t quite intend for me to understand his quote the way that I did, it couldn’t have been more impactful. Suddenly it all made sense; I don’t need a faith that simply knows that God is in control, but I need to actually surrender (go) my doubts, worries, anxieties, and fears to the One who casts out all fear…to the One who takes care of me.

I wasn’t created to worry about things. Heck, Jesus said it himself; even the birds will eat and the fields will be clothed…am I not more important than they? (Matt. 6:25-34) I shouldn’t worry about anything. God will take care of my needs in His timing.

It’s all clear, now…well, this part is. When I’m faced with times where I worry and feel anxious about things, I’ve learned to immediately surrender those situations to God. By praying in those moments and realizing that God is in complete control, I’m relieved of any worry, anxiety, and fear. And I have to say, there isn’t anything else like the feeling of God-given peace.


So, I realize it’s been a while since I’ve last written…if you consider four months to be a long time. The last four months have been pretty crazy. I’ve had lots of different ideas about different things I want to write about, but I haven’t had the motivation to sit down and write it. So, here I am; writing about one of the things that has taught me a lot.

Back in December, Deborah and Sarah (my sisters), were riding in a separate car than myself and friend, Jabez, were on our way to our college Bible study Christmas party. When we arrived, there was a lot of food and a lot of people. It was pretty typical for a Christmas party. Towards the end of the evening, Deborah told me that she saw a homeless man in the median of one of the main roads here in Lakeland who looked cold and potentially hungry. There were plenty of leftovers at the party, so she decided to get a couple of to-go boxes and some sodas to take to this man if we could find him.

We drove around downtown looking for him. There was no telling who exactly it was that she saw on the median. As we were driving we saw this man who was pushing a shopping cart full of things; mainly aluminum cans. It was a chilly night and all he had on was a black beanie and a short-sleeved shirt. We decided we would stop and give this gentleman the food that we brought. His name was Jerry. Jerry was an older gentleman who had seen his fair share of full moons. He lived his life on the streets going from shelter to shelter. We talked with him for about 40 minutes and he was extremely thankful for the food and the company. We got talking and he told us a little bit about himself and where he came from. He grew up in Louisiana as one of many children. His mother passed away when he was young and he never knew his father. He had been in and out of jail all of his life. He had struggled with drug abuse in the past and was in the process of getting his life together.

As we talked about his past and what he was doing now, he said something that I’ll never forget. He said, “There are so many excuses to do wrong things, but there are always reasons to do the right things. You just have to look for them.”

I made a mental note of that and wrote it down as soon as we got back in the car. He was absolutely right. When it comes to our life and doing the right thing, we often make excuses to not do them because doing the right thing can sometimes be inconvenient, time-consuming, or uncomfortable. Because of this, we find ourselves doing the wrong things when we know we should be doing the right thing. We have to decide that the reason for doing the right thing outweighs the excuse to do the wrong thing. For Jerry, he decided that instead of using his circumstances (being a homeless, former drug addict) to live recklessly and treat himself and other people as if they don’t matter, he would spend his days helping other people that are on the streets. One of the first things he said to us when we gave him the food was, “Oh man! The guys are going to love this!” He was excited to use the food that we gave him to help someone else, rather than keep it all for himself. That spoke volumes of his character. He was only concerned with helping other people. Towards the end of the conversation, Deborah noticed that he was shivering, so she decided to give him one of her blankets (if you know Deborah, you know that she loves her blankets). He couldn’t have been more excited or thankful that she gave him that fuzzy, gray blanket.

What I learned is that instead of using bad things that happen in my life as excuses to hurt people and myself, I should use them as a reason to treat people as Jesus would. I should let God use me in any situation that I find myself in, whether it be a job I don’t quite enjoy, if I’m having a bad day, if I’m in a new stage of my life that is difficult, or even if relationships with family or friends are less than ideal. It’s way more important for me to brighten another person’s day, whether it’s by giving them food, holding a door open for them, or even simply smiling at them, than it is to let my situation sit over me like a raincloud and be bitter and standoffish. After all, life is way more than just working 9-5, trying to accumulate as much money/things as I can, or trying to do things that will only benefit myself. Life is about using my circumstances and resources (no matter how small or abundant) to help other people in whatever they are going through.

So, thank you to Jerry for helping me to understand this valuable concept through a different lens. And thanks to Deborah for being like Jesus and wanting to help others…even if that means giving up one of your favorite blankets.

[Disclaimer: The feature picture is not an actual one of Jerry. It’s the closest one that I could find that resembled him and his cart full of cans.]

Be The Tree

Have you ever had a certain theme or idea that keeps popping up in your life over a period of time? I have. Lately, for me, it has been the idea of fitting in…or not fitting in, for that matter. In society these days, everyone wants to be known for something. Everyone wants to fit in and be accepted. While there is nothing wrong with wanting to be accepted, the way we go about finding acceptance is what can affect our lives.

What I’ve noticed in different groups of people is that we often compromise things we believe, standards that we hold, or even dreams that were placed in our hearts in order to find acceptance that might only last for a short time. Many times, we give up on the things we have valued in the past and we set them aside to have certain friends, do a certain activity, or even attempt to be loved by someone. We live in a false sense of hope that if we compromise what we believe or the dreams we have to fit in wherever we go or in the things we do, we will find happiness and satisfaction in being the new person that we are becoming. Sometimes wanting to be someone different sounds so much better than being ourselves.

Now, I understand that it sounds so enticing to want to be a “cool kid” or be someone who is known for something great. We all have a desire to want to be recognized in some form for something that we do or the person that we are; that is human nature. I think that human nature fails us a lot. We have tendencies to want to do things or be involved with people that don’t do anything good for us just for the sake of being accepted. We can sometimes allow ourselves to think that doing things that might not be beneficial to ourselves in order to be accepted is more important than doing things and being with people that are beneficial. That can be a dangerous road.

I have an idea that isn’t something new, by any means. What if instead of trying to be accepted for things that we are not, how about we try to fit in by standing out as the person that we are? Sounds complicated, right? It isn’t, really. We are ALL made as a unique reflection of God. Each and every one of us showcases something great about the One who created us. If we try to be like someone else, we aren’t letting ourselves exemplify all of who God made us to be.

Earlier this month I was in Utah on a fly fishing trip with Deborah (my twin sister), my dad, and my uncle. On our last day of the trip, we decided to stop fishing a few hours before sunset and go see the Pinnacles. If you don’t know what those are, look them up! Anyways, we were driving between the pinnacles and admiring the amazing geology that they display. About halfway through our drive, my dad pointed out that there was a tree that was all by itself of the side of the cliff. Right then, it clicked. While that tree was alone on that cliff, it was doing what it was made to do and it got noticed for doing that. In my life, I want to be more like that tree. While it can be easier to give in to our surroundings and not want to be all of who I’m meant to be, I want to brave the elements and grow and be noticed by the One who’s opinion matters the most; God’s. That tree would not have grown or been noticed if it had not braved the wind, rain, and heavy snow that was pressuring it to fit into the rocks and disappear.

Have you ever read the book The Oak Inside the Acorn by Max Lucado? Every time someone in our youth group graduated, our youth leader, Sarah (who has an amazing blog: www.sarahledeboer.com), would give them a copy of the book. In the copy that she gave me when I graduated she wrote, “Judy, Be the tree God created you to be.” While those words are so simple, they could not be more telling (or more appropriate for this post). In our lives, we will have situations and people who want us to give in to the elements of the world and fit in and be accepted with a false sense of acceptance. We should aim to brave those things and grow into the person that God created us to be. Then, we will be accepted by the right people and known for being THAT person…the one who God intended. And who knows; maybe someone will look to you as the “cool kid” and want to follow you and allow God shape them into the person they were made to be.

(P.S. If you read all of that, I commend and thank you because it was a little bit all over the place and it was probably a little hard to follow at times.)

The Not-So-Soft Truth

One thing that you should know about me is that I’m not a girly girl. I don’t like wearing dresses, putting on makeup, or carrying a purse. One thing that I do, for whatever reason, is paint my toenails. Yesterday, I was painting them and noticed scars from blisters on the bottom of my feet. A couple of weeks ago, Katie and I went to Daytona Beach for the day. It was really hot, but that was expected because it’s Florida. After sitting on the beach for about 10 minutes, we decided to walk down the beach to the boardwalk. After about 10 minutes of walking, the bottom of our feet started to hurt. It felt like shells were cutting into our feet. As it turned out, the sand, though soft to the touch, was actually giving us blisters. No matter what we did, whether it was putting our shoes on or walking in the water, our feet still hurt. We finally sat down for lunch and our feet were sore. Even though it took our food forever to get there, we were content to let our feet rest for a few minutes because we knew we still had to walk all the way back to the car. It was a rough situation.

The thing about our feet getting blistered was that we thought the sand would be soft, so we never expected our feet to get roughed up. The truth was that it seemed harmless, but it wasn’t. Our lives can be like that. Some things we do may seem harmless, but in reality, they are harmful and will leave us broken and injured. We often do things like say little white lies about small things, refuse to confront someone we love about the sin that they’re in because we don’t want to impose on their lives, or even listen to music that promotes questionable topics because it has a good beat.

When we do things like those I just mentioned, we fall into the lie that it won’t harm anything. Those things seem harmless, but in the end, you’ll get hurt and there will be scars left. Now, you’re probably wondering how listening to a song with questionable topics can possibly hurt you. I’m glad you were wondering. If you constantly listen to the words in those kinds of songs, those kinds of things will start becoming what fills your heart and your mind. If you listen to songs about making lots of money and doing whatever it takes to make that money, you’re going to start thinking that way and will end up hurting the people around you because you will stop at nothing to make that money.

When it comes to not confronting people we love about the sin that they chose to live in, we chose to not help them out of the sin, but remain in it. I don’t know about you, but if I were doing something that I thought was fine, but could harm me and the people around me, I would want someone to talk to me about it. I would want to lessen the possible damage that I could inflict on myself or the people around me. If we confront those that are in sin, we need to do so with a loving attitude, an understanding heart, and a forgiving spirit. By doing things with these attributes, we can help reduce any hostile or “in your face” type of reactions or feelings. It also helps show what Jesus was like. He never got in the face of those whose lifestyle He didn’t agree with and He didn’t make people feel unloved or lower than Himself. He helped them see the right way to live and love.

We should be like Jesus and lovingly help people try to get away from the sin and circumstances that weigh them down. It is our job as disciples of Jesus to help them avoid and get away from the seemingly good things that turn into blisters and scars and point them to the one Whose own blood was given to heal those scars. If we don’t do this and just stand by and not attempt to help them, we are knowingly letting them get hurt and scarred. What does that say about us or the God we serve? Let’s be the hands and feet of Jesus and do it the right way: as loving, understanding, and forgiving human beings.

One Letter…That’s the Only Difference

I was listening to a song the other day while I was driving in my car. If I recall correctly, it was Dirty Water by Lecrae. One of the lines said “If I ain’t ‘bout that life then I ain’t really livin,”. It caught my attention and with the way that my thought process works, I started thinking about the word “live” and how closely it relates to the word “love”. I don’t think it’s any coincidence that their only difference is one letter.

Living is something more complicated than just breathing and consuming water and calories. It’s something that we all strive to do through the things we do, places we go, and people we connect with. Loving is something that we do through our actions and words. At the root, live and love seem pretty similar. One letter doesn’t seem to make that much of a difference.

When I think about the ways that I show love and the ways that love is shown to me, I don’t think of just feelings or just words that are spoken because we all know that words and feelings can fall short and can be comprised of temporary things. I think about the things I do for people to help show them my love. When I think of those things that I do, they’re associated with the way I live. I’m always trying to sync up the way that I love people through my emotions and feelings with my actions. If I say that I love someone but never show them that I do, after a short while, they start to doubt that I love them. The saying “Actions speak louder than words” rings very true.

Often times, we associate living with taking a walk on the beach, riding crazy roller coasters that make you scream so loud that you damage the ears of the person next to you, seeing Big Ben in London, going to the championship football game, or even going to an loud, crazy concert. While those things are incredible and I encourage you to do them all, they aren’t what makes you live. Living is when you surprise someone you love with a trip to their favorite beach, go on a roller coaster you hate to see your best friend laugh, take a trip to London to see the sights that you don’t care to see, but to see the smile on your little sister’s face when she sees the place she’s always dreamed of visiting, and so on. It’s doing the little things that are might seem little to you, but are huge to the people around you. It’s buying someone dinner when they otherwise would go hungry. It’s staying up until 3 in the morning to help a friend from school through a life problem. It’s taking someone flowers when they’ve had a rough day.  My point is that living is doing things for other people..loving them through our actions, words, thoughts, and emotions. There is no greater feeling than doing something from someone other than yourself. It’s cliché, I know, but it couldn’t be more true.

Now, I know you’re probably thinking, “This chick thinks that love is all daisies and roses.” While I wish love was that simple, it isn’t. Love doesn’t come without it’s hard times. While you might have to do some unpleasant tasks such as clean up blood off of the floor when your child gets injured, stay up late until your sister gets home to make sure she got back safe, confront a friend about a concern you have for them, or even try to work out a big problem with a spouse of friend. Those things can be unpleasant and difficult, but love isn’t just shown through doing good things for people; it’s shown when we go through hard times, tasks, and situations for them, too. Doing good things for others, helping them through rough times, staying up late for them, going the extra mile to see them smile, or just being there to listen when they need someone to talk to…all of these things display love.

For me, living a life that is modeled after the life of Christ is something that helps me love deeper. Christ showed me love when He saved me, thus, I have no other drive in life but to love others. Without that love and sacrifice that I was shown, I couldn’t have even a portion of the love and willingness to sacrifice myself and resources for others. It’s all because of the example I’ve been shown that I’m able to love on others in the biggest capacity.

I’ll stop talking, now, because I’m sure you get the point I’m trying to make. From what I’ve come to understand, living is loving and it’s just that simple.

No Good

So as I’ve gone places, hung out with people, and observed different things in life, I’ve noticed one thing in particular that has always intrigued me. When someone likes something or approves of something, they say it’s good. When someone sees a movie and they enjoy it, they claim that it is good. When someone reads a certain book that thrills them, they say that it is good. When someone turns on the radio, they hear a song that has a nice beat and sometimes great vocals, they say that it is good. I’ve noticed that no mater what the subject of the movie or book is or what the song says in its lyrics people say that it is good. Why is that we say things are good when, in reality, there is practically nothing good about them?

I think that in order to discuss this topic, we need to define what “good” is and what its intentions are meant to be. According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, good is defined as “of high quality” and “correct and proper”. If we use these definitions of good, not much that we say is good is actually good. In Genesis, when God made things like the light, water, land, plants, and animals, He saw that they were all good things. They were in the purest form and free from sin.

Why is it that we call things that are covered in sin, good? The answer is quite simple. We are sinful people. Because we are sinful, we engage in things that often aren’t pure or of high quality. We love to watch chick flicks and action movies with cool actors because of the plot, but we fail to realize that often times those movies blatantly equate God to Satan by taking His name in vain. How is this in any way good? I refuse to engage in movies that pair God’s name with a curse word. For me, it isn’t worth it. There are other ways to hear great stories and be entertained.

We love to listen to music that has sick beats and terrible lyrics that don’t encourage anyone or has anything of substance. We call music good when it has a nice beat, but fail to realize that there isn’t much good to be found in it. If we give those not-so-great things the value of truly good things, something is missing. It’s like saying that on a scale of 1 to amazing, cockroaches are amazing and sprinkles are a 6. It devalues the thing that is actually good when we equate it with something bad. I think that we throw around words when we don’t stop and think about what we are actually saying.

My junior year of college, I lived in a dorm with my twins sister, Deborah. She had the top bunk and I was on the bottom bunk. If you have never met me, I’m 5 feet and a half an inch tall. My bed was up higher than I wanted it to be, so I required a footstool to comfortably get into my bed. I purchased a plastic footstool for like $10 from Target. At this point I had been using it for about 3 months or so. One evening, I got up to put my laptop away. As I returned to my bed, I stepped on the footstool like I had done many times before. Suddenly, it broke. My leg slipped through and got all cut up from the broken plastic. My sister kept telling me that it was going to break and that it wasn’t a good, quality stool. I failed to heed her warning and ended up paying for that decision. The point of the story is that sometimes we think that things are good, quality things, when in actuality they aren’t. This is just a silly, true example of something that seemed good, but wasn’t. When I talk about things that are good quality, I’m not necessarily talking about a physical product. I’m referring to things like what we watch, listen to, and say. We might think that things are good, but they end up hurting you in the end by giving you a false sense of reality and putting bad ideas into your head and heart.

With all of this being said, let me clarify something. I’m not bashing on anyone for watching certain movies, reading certain books, or listening to certain music. For me, I like to look at things for what they are and what they were meant to be. If something is good, I want that definition to have all of the meaning in the world and not be weighed down by all of the other things that appear to be good, but aren’t good.

This topic may not seem relevant or important, but it’s been something that I’ve been thinking about for a long time, now, so I figured I’d share it and see what others think, so please, let me know what you think! After all, if we aren’t willing to hear what others have to say or hear their point of view, we’re missing out on a big part of life.