Fervent Week 1


Reagan and I were walking to the car from pick ups on Friday and our conversation always flows easily, so this time was no different. He was recapping his day, what he ate for lunch, a classmate’s mom was going to have a baby, no one at their table had to “clip down” for bad behavior, etc.  Then, with a tone marked with sadness and a little bit of anger, he said, “and in counseling we were talking about viruses, sickness, flu shots, staying well during cold and flu season and the teacher asked the question, ‘What do you do when you get sick?’ and you know what I said mom?  I raised my hand and said, “I know, you pray!” and do you know what someone said?  Someone said, “That doesn’t always work.” I didn’t like that answer mom.  It made me mad because prayer does work. I didn’t argue with them though because some people just can’t have their mind changed.”

Two thoughts went through my head…1) I was glad my son’s first line of defense for even the flu is prayer. 2) I was sad that at 8 years old, the enemy is working to cause doubt in him and those around him. 

I don’t consider myself a powerful pray-er.  I do however pray a lot and over the years I have realized that I’m a conversational pray-er.  That I talk to God all day long about the seemingly insignificant.  I don’t have a prayer closet, unless you count the shower, I inconsistently keep a prayer journal, and I’ve never held a prayer vigil for hours on end (my attention span can’t deal with that).  But I know it’s important and I think that’s a good starting point.

So, are your ready?  This week we will read pages 1-24, “This Means War” and “Opening in Prayer.”  As you are reading keep these discussion questions in mind:

This Means War:
page 5 says that “He created prayer as a primary way of putting us into personal contact with Him…any hour of the day or night.”  How does that make you feel?

Have you ever realized that you have an enemy?  That you are engaged in a “war”?  A “fight for your life”?  Or have you always chalked bad things and misfortune up to bad luck or happenstance?  Are you ready to change the trajectory of your life and your family’s?  I am.

Opening in Prayer:
Here she mentions the strategies that the enemy uses most often to do what he does best; steal, kill and destroy us.  Is there a strategy that is your weak point?  More than one?  Write it (or them) down and lay that area before God as a target you want to focus on during this study.  I know I have several strategies Satan uses against me.

Also, Priscilla speaks of her grandmother as her”prayer warrior.”  Do you have a person like that in your life?  Who is it?  Do they know how important they are to you and where you are now?  Could you tell them?  If so, spend this week writing them a letter or make a phone call to express your gratitude.

What was your favorite part or what jumped out at you in these two chapters?


You have all week to read and answer the discussion questions.  Share your answers here on the blog if you are comfortable.  If not, answer them and keep them close to your heart.  Be as participatory as you like!  Most importantly, be honest with yourself and with God (He already knows 😉 and know you are in a judgment free zone.  We as sisters are all in this together.  We MUST be there for each other because as you’ll read, we have a real enemy.  We CANNOT be against each other.   Feel free to post prayer requests here as well.  We have a beautiful group of all ages, experiences and backgrounds doing our study and our community is one that will do mighty things for the Lord!

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I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.


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I think I’m suffering from a self diagnosed disease called DCLD.  It’s serious really.  No medication for it either.  It stands for “Disney Cruise Line Depression.”  It’s where you think about soft serve ice cream, crystal clear waters, three men who wait on you hand and foot, parties till midnight…all the time.  *SIGH*  Seeing my…
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The Blessing of Being Still

It’s early and I’m working on my cup of apple cider, I’ve read through my Bible Study post for the day, written a long list of “thankfuls” and listening to the boys talk to each other…almost holding my breath for one of them to say something ugly to the other one.  With each exchange I can almost count down until when the older says a harsh “idiot” or “shut up” to the younger one.

Words that are easy to say often cut the deepest.

I’m sitting here with a heart full of words to say, but still sitting here not knowing where to start.

I’m just sitting.
I could pray about the the check that I’ve lost.
I could pray for the friend who has just miscarried another baby.
I could read my daily scripture.
I could start breakfast.
But I just sit.

“Be still, and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10 says that God is okay with me just sitting.  Sitting before Him, quiet.  Knowing; assured that He knows where the check is, that He’s comforting the friend.  That He’s molding the hearts of my boys into ones that love Him because He has an amazing future and plan for their lives.

The day will start fast and furious soon.

So until I must, I’ll sit.


I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.


The ridiculousness of life

I get home from work last night and get a text from my mom about whether or not we’ll have school tomorrow.  Our region has been feeling the effects of this “Polar Vortex” like none other.  Our district, which RARELY misses school is currently on day 7 of missed school for cold temperatures alone.  I asked her why she was asking and she referred me to an inflammatory post from a mutual friend on Facebook concerning the district I work for and the people I call colleagues and friends.  I was instantly sucked into a polar vortex of my own and commented (which I never do…for this very reason).

It ruined my whole night.

I was sharp with my children, late in making dinner, and just overall hateful.  I tried to talk myself down off the ledge.  To drive the conversation out of my head telling myself that I personally didn’t make comments that were hateful or compromising to my faith.  But I knew the heart that was behind the comments I made.  And I was mad.  I said ugly things about these women to my husband, my mom and my best friend who is an administrator.  God was not pleased.

While scrolling through Facebook, I see this picture…
photo cred Jennifer McKinney

…of a girl from central Kenya.  Does she care about Facebook or the slander of my Superintendent?  The fact that water lines burst in our town therefore canceling school for today?  She lives in a mud house held up with sticks.  I doubt it.

I was struck with guilt.  I’m disappointed in myself for getting sucked into the ridiculousness of life.  For letting Facebook rule my evening and stealing those precious hours away from my family.  I’ll never get those back.

That was time I could have spent praying for places that are floundering and that don’t see my children as a priority.  Or praying for opportunities for my J to be able to make more money for our family.  Or the 2 people who were being life-flighted over our house because of a what ended up being a deadly car crash in our area.  Or the son of my best friend who was burning up with a fever.  Or the mother of a student of mine who is 42 and dying of brain cancer.  Or…or…or. Time wasted.  The enemy won.

He won’t win today.

I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.