They say everything should be done in moderation.
I don’t necessarily like “they.”
Especially when I’m wanting another donut.
But this past weekend I had so much Jesus.
Is that even possible?
Thursday night: Women’s conference at New Life Church.
Friday night: Women’s conference
Saturday morning: brunch and women’s conference
Saturday night: special service at our church with Dustin Smith.
Sunday morning: more church with Dustin Smith.
If you have never heard of Dustin Smith Ministries, do yourself a favor and hear of him now.
He has a free healing app that could change your life if you let it.
His albums are so so anointed.
He is revolutionary.
Anyway, I needed this weekend.
Moms have this special talent called “givitis.”
The motivation behind it is well meaning and even necessary.
But the side affects can be debilitating if not treated.
It is where a mom (or dad for that matter) gives and gives and gives and gives..
…until they caint give no mo.
Especially to her/himself.
And they crash.
Because best friend, daughter, spouse, son, parents, co-workers and boss got the best of what you could give.
There was nothing left for sweet little you.
So take time to love on you.
I promise…you are worth it.
Plus, you won’t be up to the task of loving on others if you don’t take care of you first.
Whatever that looks like.
Mine looked like 5 services with Jesus.
I needed Him.
And boy did He show up.
On Saturday evening we were at our home church and I was enjoying the praise and worship portion of Dustin’s message.
It was so good.
God is so good you all.
I returned to my seat and Jason had unknowingly snapped this picture.
Kind of blurry and crowded, I saw Dustin and one of his guys.
I squinted and thought, “Hey. That’s me. Ah, that’s nice.”
Then my gaze shifted to the right and I realized, “And Reagan. And he’s praising God with me.”
God spoke two thoughts to me in that moment of realization…
That even when I don’t realize it, even when I can’t see it, my children are watching me.
The quote, “Be the change you want to see in the world.” applies.
This doesn’t just apply to kids either!
My co-workers, my family, my friends, the people on the road.
They all see how I react when my body gets hit with illness or when I get a psychotic dose of road rage or when someone has wronged me.
Our behavior matters.
Had I set time aside to tell Reagan, “Now, in praise and worship, when you want to love on Jesus, you can raise your hands.”?
I wish I could be that good.
Thankfully (but a lot of times, not so thankfully) my actions speak louder though.
Little eyes are watching you.
I saw that picture and God said, “See, Jill? We got this.”
Most days I feel weary and hopeless.
Will we EVER be able to drive the 4 minute drive from our house to school at 7:20am without someone fighting?
Tomorrow? In Jesus name and by the power of the Holy Ghost…I’m hopeful. 🙂
Be hopeful my sweet friend.
The enemy wants us to lose all hope.
In your job, with your family, with your struggles.
He wants us to give up.
When you feel weary and overwhelmed to throw your hands up and give up.
Throw your hands up instead in sweet surrender to the One who has it all in the palm of His hands.
Because hope is standing right behind you.
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.