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Once for all…

9/6/2021

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I have this thorn in my flesh that I have prayed, like Paul did, to be removed. It creeps up ever so often and I wonder, when it does, if I will ever learn to collaborate with Him to overcome it. I’m painfully aware at my need for Jesus…and maybe that’s why He doesn’t remove it fully from me. For if He did, I may become prideful and put my hope in my flesh. Lord, help me, I shudder to think who I would be without His humbling process and reminder of how desperately I need Him.

My Bible reading took me to Hebrews 7 this morning. There, I was reminded that the former law and rule keeping system for living makes nothing and no one perfect. It doesn’t get any of us to a higher level of eternal living or points in heaven just because we faithfully kept the rules and did the right thing our whole lives. No…instead we have a hope that is better than rule keeping that only requires a belief on our part and a confession with our mouth that Jesus is Lord.

Hebrews 7:27 says He sacrificed for their sins once for all when He offered himself.

Maybe you, like me, struggle with something that you can’t seem to overcome. Maybe you wonder if it will ever not have a hold on you. I want to remind us today that His grace is sufficient. It is sufficient for our mistakes. Our lack of rule keeping. Our guilt. Our sin. Our way. It is what Father God sees when He looks at us. It is Jesus and His precious blood covers us.

​ALL of us.
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So, chosen...

6/10/2021

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Colossians 3:13-14 (MSG)
So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It’s your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it.

I often forget that I’m chosen. I get into the rat race of life on earth and wonder why I’m dry spiritually and thirsty for a word from Him. Yes...I actually wonder that even though I know that
He never departs from me.
He’s always with me.
He never forsakes me.

​And when, by His Holy whispers, I come to, I’m awestruck as if it were my first glorious glimpse of Him.

I praise you Father for your work!
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Glimpses...

11/22/2020

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I decorated for Christmas early this year. If ever there was a year to do so, 2020 wins. It’s been the year that has not only threatened to rob our hearts of unspeakable joy, but also of peace, contentment, patience, and so much more.

With a rise in Covid-19 cases and lockdowns across the nation, it’s tempting to fret and worry over the threat of us being stripped of holiday gatherings and a million other things.
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I’ve been needing relief for my own anxious heart. Fear, worry, and hopelessness have worked their way into my thought life. Frustrations at work, false perceptions, and downright lies have been a few of the fiery darts tossed my way, and joy has felt so far from my reach. One morning last week I was feeling especially vulnerable and in my quiet time reached for Hope. I don’t know why it always takes me by surprise, but Hope did not fail to show up. Quietly I was reminded of so many times in my past when broken things were fixed, storms ceased, and miracles occurred. He has always been faithful. Oh...SO faithful. And he reminded my forgetful and aging brain that He.Still.Is.Fatihful!! He will ALWAYS be faithful. He will never not be faithful.
Having a new perspective always allows me to see my current reality from a completely different angle. I am able to find the things in my life that truly give me joy and it for sure diminishes the size of my giants. Filling my home with my favorite holiday scents, sitting in my comfy chair with a hot cup of coffee, listening to my favorite Christmas songs, or journeying with the people that have been so meticulously placed in my life feel really big as gratitude for those things swell.

I know it’s not these things that bring joy. I’ve learned over and over that things and people come and go and the longing for them isn’t really a longing for them. I’ve discovered on more than one occasion that I only find the joy in those things when my time with Jesus increases in authenticity. My longing is for Him. He is what my heart wants. He is what I need. He the only thing in which I find unspeakable joy. He IS my joy. He IS my peace. He IS my hope. When I seek Him, I am able to enjoy the abundance of blessings with which I’ve been entrusted and the lies lose their foothold.
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‭‭Matthew‬ ‭6:33‬ ‭NIV
​“But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”‬‬
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Send me...

7/25/2020

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Last Tuesday marked the first day of my 30th year as an educator. That is surreal to me. It’s gone by so very quickly.

I remember my first day as a teacher not knowing how it would really be. Would I really be able to do what I had dreamed of doing since I was a little girl? Would my role as educator change the world like I had imagined? I recall being nervous and anxious and excited. What lay ahead of me was absolutely unimaginable.

Fast forward to the end of that same school year. I was tired. I was humbled. I was not certain I had chosen the right profession. But...June, July, and back then...August. Those three beautiful months gave back to me what had stirred in me my whole life and enabled me to show up for year number 2.

Every year since has been the same. The beginning ushers in hope, nervousness, and excitement while the end is marked with exhaustion, more humbling experiences to reflect upon, and uncertainty that I chose the right profession. As I look back on those things I wondered in my first year, I am confident now of the answers. I can do this thing I always dreamed about...not because I’m great and wonderful. Not because I am an expert. I only know this because I did it. Every single year. Did it look like I thought it would? Uhhhh...no. Did I do all the things and make all the improvements I wanted to every year? Haha...nope! Did I achieve great status, awards, or recognition? Not once. Did the world change because of my role as an educator? Yes...mine! I have no clue what kind of an impact I made on those whose path I’ve crossed but I know for sure that they ALL have impacted mine. I am better because of them.

I’m grateful for this profession and that I did not give up on it. It’s hard. It’s ever-changing and life-changing. It’s...in a word...amazing! If I had it all to do again, I would, with 100% certainty raise my hand and say, “Here I am. Send me!”

As I stand on the threshold of my 30th first day of school there is no doubt that my usual feelings will be magnified. The unknown for what this school year will bring is weighing heavily on the hearts and minds of educators everywhere. Twenty-twenty one will be like no other year before us, and school as we knew it could possibly look different from here on.

What I am certain of is we will show up...in classrooms, Zooms, offices, porches...wherever we need to, and we will try. We will endure. We will advocate. And we will persevere for the good of the children entrusted to us.

Here is one of the best gifts of my life laying out some really great advice for us all as we muster up the gumption to show up and rock yet another school year...
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First time obedience...

5/24/2020

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Sometimes I marvel at how far I still have to go in my journey toward wholeness and healing. I’m not sure why. I mean...I’m fully aware of my sin and weakness. I know that sanctification is a process I will experience till I take my last breath on earth. Maybe that’s part of my wretchedness...the prideful inkling that I have sometimes that I might actually get to a point where I have figured out how to do life and that I won’t have such a needy spirit.

There’s been a petition I’ve brought before God consistently in my adult life—a thorn in my flesh that I’ve tried to shake numerous times to no avail. Quarantine has brought it into light probably more than anything else I’ve ever lived through, so my prayers have really amped up around this part of me I long to let go of.

He has for sure heard that prayer because He’s given me test after test to take up that cross and follow Him. I’ve responded and reacted for so long the same unholy way, doing anything else is is frighteningly odd and foreign.

Not long ago, my husband started the process of the nighttime routine and told our little boy to get his pajamas on. He responded as an undisciplined 6-yo should...whining, becoming a limp noodle on the floor, and doing anything and everything except what he was told to do.

This is one of my triggers and there’s nothing my flesh felt the need to do more than take over this situation and force the little one into compliance. I wanted to raise my voice and lecture, but for some reason my tongue was on lockdown and I had no words. I couldn’t move either. So I sat...in silence...watching my husband parent in the exact opposite way that I would. I’m not sure what happened there because sitting quietly and holding my tongue is not me. I can only imagine that it was the mighty and powerful hand of God answering a prayer I’ve prayed for ages.

After it was all over and the little one was in bed, I had a gentle reminder that my Father is trying to teach me first time obedience as well. He wants me to give Him my harsh, angry responses and replace it with gentleness. He wants me to let go of trying to control my people so that He can. And for the love of His Holy Name he wants me to let my husband lead!! More often than not, I’ve responded to those things with whining and complaining and being a limp noodle on the floor.

I’m thankful He loves me too much to let me act the way that my flesh wants to. I’m thankful He has heard my prayers and cries for help. And I’m thankful He’s answering.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7
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X it out...

5/10/2020

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For years and years and years Mother’s Day was such a bittersweet day for me. As I honored my mom and other influential moms in my life, I also battled thoughts and feelings that I was being punished and/or unworthy to be given the gift of motherhood. I believed the lies way more often than I care to admit and now realize what an open door it was for the enemy. All he had to do was whisper it and I would step into a downward spiral of destruction.

That path never got me very far.

Even though my circumstances are completely different now and God answered my prayer to be a mom, the lies still come. Often I still listen and sometimes get sucked in to believing them. That path still doesn’t take me very far and this I know...it never will.

My little boy is going through a phase where he is having ugly thoughts about others and sometimes himself. Thankfully, he leans towards the extrovert and tells us when this happens. We point him back to God’s Word and tell him that just like the snake spoke to Adam and Eve and lied to them, the snake is also telling him lies and trying to get him to say bad things. We are teaching him that the best way to overcome is to say the opposite out loud and remind him how big God is. My prayer is that he will learn to recognize the lies and learn the important discipline of taking his thoughts captive and speak Truth instead.

Last week he told me that he was having a bad thought about me and he X’d it out and said “My mommy is sweet and kind and she loves me a lot!” And then he joyfully trotted off to play.

I believe this is exactly what God intends for us. He longs for us to come and tell Him about our darkness so He can restore the joy of our salvation and happily skip off to live our abundant life.

Whatever lies that dang snake is whispering in your ear, take it to God Almighty who knows what Truth you need to hear. Dare to be convinced into believing Him. If you draw close to Him He WILL draw close to you!

And if you can’t get to His throne yourself, find someone who will take your hand and lead you There. I have a handful of fellow believers who do that for me and I called out to a couple of them for help this very week. Once I hit my knees, I poured out my heart and asked, “What is the Truth about me when I fail?”

In the quietness of the moment, He answered...

You are...
  • Loved
  • Chosen
  • Forgiven
  • Redeemed
  • Called
  • Equipped
  • Strong
  • Mighty
  • Rich in love
  • Merciful
  • Enough

If you’re reading this, then He wants you to know the same. Be convinced, sweet friend that He who began a good work in you is FAITHFUL to complete it. The author and finisher of your faith is working through every relationship, circumstance, & situation to reveal Himself and His goodness to work all things together for your good.

It’s true.
♥️ deanna
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Reflect...

12/31/2019

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Isaiah 43:16, 18-9
This is what the LORD says— he who made a way through the sea, a path through the mighty waters, “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.

I remember twenty years ago, in the months and days leading up to the turn of the century, how anxious the human race was about Y2K. The anticipation of what might occur with computers and our very existence was almost more than we could bear. People emptied the shelves at grocery stores to stock up on food should the unthinkable happen.

It makes me giggle at the drama.

At the same time, I take a look back at this last year and shake my head at the similar feelings of my heart. I experienced fear and anxiety at levels I hadn’t previously known, and at times, the unknown weighed me down so heavily, I didn’t know if I was going to make it through.

I’m extremely grateful this morning, this last day of 2019, that in every situation, every circumstance, every question, worry, and trial, there was a but. I’m surrounded by people who love me enough to refrain from going down the road of what if with me; who lovingly call me out when my fear is bigger than my faith; who stand by me; encourage me; and most of all bombard Heaven in my behalf. They just keep showing up and mere words fail to express how deeply grateful I am.

God showed up and answered my questions, my frustrations, and my lack of faith every day this year. More than anything or anyone else, He was consistent. He remained in me when I didn’t remain in Him. He pursued me when I didn’t pursue Him. He was for me when I wasn’t for Him. And because of His faithfulness, He replaced a long-time debilitating fear I had with a very simple answer. And when He did that, SO MANY other worries vanished. Vanished!

If I didn’t learn anything else this year, one thing I understand more clearly is that I don’t have to worry about His side of our relationship. He does His part regardless of whether I do mine.

As a fragile and an often unfaithful believer, I want to encourage you that He sees you. He knows you. He is for you and not against you.

He loves you.
He’s always loved you.
He will always love you.
He has never not loved you.

May we all have 2020 vision this next year and see Him doing a new thing!
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3 stockings...

12/8/2019

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I don’t have a lot of words this morning to adequately express how grateful I am. For me to even utter that last phrase is a miracle.

I’ve been in a terrible funk and I didn’t know, at one point, if I was ever going to come out of it. Overwhelmed barely scratches the surface of how I’ve been lately and it has threatened every aspect of my life. So to sit here this morning and feel that same feeling for the complete opposite reason is indescribable.

At one time in my life, I longed so desperately to hang more than two stockings on the fireplace. I longed to experience the hustle and bustle of playing Santa and finding things to buy a little one. To fill a home with the excitement of the Christmas Spirit. To disciple offspring in the ways of Jesus. For so long, I ached for the difficulties and joys of raising a child.

This morning as I sat in my comfy quiet time chair, I approached our time with a quick prayer of thanks for new mercies and for more blessings than I know what to do with. I lifted my eyes and the first thing I saw across from me was three stockings hanging from my fireplace.

I wept at the joy.
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This is evidence of a myriad of miracles that I cannot even begin to explain.

His Word is truth. His Word is life.

My prayer for anyone reading this is that you would experience Him in such a profound and personal way, and so awed by His miraculous work!

Psalm 34:4-5
I sought the Lord, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.
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Joy to the World
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Lessons from a six year old...

11/9/2019

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My little boy is at the age where he is having to learn about good sportsmanship. Kindergarten is a time and place where making your own rules and playing for the benefit of self and winning takes control of those little hearts and minds.

A few days ago we were in the back yard trying to decide on what we should play. My boy grabbed his soccer ball and told me we were going to try to kick the ball to make a goal. Whoever got to twenty first would win. For him to make a goal and score a point, there were several ways that could happen. For me, though, I had to kick the ball past him and hit the fence in a specific area without going out of bounds. I chuckled at the unfairness but went with it because I knew that some kind of lesson was about to transpire.

As we played, the rules kept changing. If the ball did something that prevented him from scoring, he made up a new rule. It was funny the first couple times, but then my competitive nature sprung to life, and I balked at the absurdity! That didn’t matter to him and he continued to play by his own rules.

One thing he didn’t plan for was that I’m a little bigger, my aim is a little more practiced, and my kick is a little stronger. I kept scoring points within the limits he’d set for me and my name was at the top of the leaderboard the whole game.

Close to the end, this guy was beyond frustrated. His plan was not working out for him and he lost that game he had so meticulously planned to win. When we came inside, he allowed his frustrations to get the best of him. We talked for a few minutes about what good sportsmanship is and how to conduct yourself when you lose because “sometimes in this life you will lose!” I told him how much I loved him and that I wanted him to learn how to lose with grace and grit because it would serve him well in this life. I assured him that I wasn’t mad at him and then sent him to his room to just cool down and think for a little bit.

He emerged from his room a little while later with a completely different countenance and this conversation ensued...

Him: Mom, I thought about what happened.
Me: And what did you come up with?
Him: I have a new plan.
Me: Oh yeah, what’s that?
Him: I think I should apologize for how I acted and try to be a better next time I lose.
Me: 😳

I scooped that boy up in my arms as fast as I could and told him how proud I was of him for doing the right thing. He scurried off to play and I humbly breathed a prayer asking God to help me learn from my six-year-old how to be better when I lose.
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However...

7/2/2019

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Writing a letter to a complete stranger to ask if you can adopt the life growing inside them makes for an awkward situation. I mean how, exactly, should you say it? I must have started a letter just to wad it up and cast it aside more than a dozen times. Realizing that no words would make this un-awkward, I just wrote. Whatever words came out of my pen, I wrote. After all, this opportunity had come about because of God, and getting tangled up in my fears was a waste of precious time.

After reading it, proofing it, and analyzing it, I passed it on to my husband for his thoughts. He also read, proofed, and analyzed it. The minute he blessed it, I sealed that envelope and rushed it to the post office.

When waiting on a life-changing event that may or may not happen, patience is the.most.difficult challenge of all. At least for me.

Waiting for a response from her was excruciating. In this digital age where we have answers immediately to almost everything and have come to so desperately need it, snail mail was less than satisfactory. Nonetheless, it was our only option.

I believe when God makes us wait for something, all He really wants from us is to enjoy our life that He has already given us and thank Him for it every day.

During the wait, I was tempted daily and multiple times a day to wear discouragement and unbelief. Often I gave in to that temptation and moped around, gave in to angry outbursts, cried uncontrollably, and pointed my frustration at other people. I guess you could say I was much like a bridezilla. A mom-to-be-zilla if you will.

Two measly weeks later, I opened the mailbox, and a letter from a prison inmate sat on top of a stack of other less important mail. I opened it gently. Haha…just kidding! I tore into it and sat in disbelief at her message…

Hello. I received your card in the mail yesterday and wanted to get back in contact with you. I have recently made plans for my baby and have chosen a family for him.

However.
(Oh…Hallelujah...I love however!)

God laid it on my heart to share your card with a good friend of mine who is in the same situation. She read your card and is definitely interested in giving her baby up for adoption, and she is interested in meeting with both of you soon. Her baby is due in September.
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Two voices whispered...one a little louder than the other.

Don't get too excited…she won't choose you.
and
I will never leave nor forsake you.

~~~~~

Choices. Choices...
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