Send Me, Lord!

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I spent the better part of my weekend in Brandon, Mississippi.   There, I attended a board meeting of a mission organization called RAM (Romanian-American Mission) that I’m involved with. I’ve made four summer mission trips with this organization over the last four years and now I’m a board member.  Each year, I go and share the gospel to the best of my ability, allowing God to do what He will with me and share truth.

This organization has been used by God to change my life.  It has caused me to redirect my life and my thinking.  It’s as though the LORD has removed the scales from my eyes and now, well, I can see more clearly.  The vision of God (working through RAM) is to reach people for Christ in Europe, starting in Romania and working outward.  Currently this organization has expanded into Austria, Macedonia, Italy, Spain, Moldova, Serbia, Great Britain and all over Romania including the upper regions near the borders of Ukraine.  It began with a vision given to a man who often referred to himself as “Just a Carpenter’s Helper” who stepped out in faith in 1996.  Thousands and I mean thousands have been touched for Christ in some form or fashion through this ministry.  Just in the last four years that I’ve been involved, I have personally witnessed miracles of hearts being changed everywhere– not just European hearts but ours too!  The idea here is to not just send groups of American’s every summer but most importantly, to train the local indigenous people to preach the gospel to their own people.  RAM then, plants a church and encourages and pays the salary of those local pastors.

There is no better way to love Jesus than to walk by faith.  Proving we love Jesus is not about that emotional feeling we get during the worship service Sunday morning. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)  But showing Christ we love Him is about walking in obedience and putting our life down; all the fears, hurts, anger, bitterness and all our earthly rights.  I can honestly say that I love Jesus more today than I ever have before  because of these opportunities given me to walk by and through faith.  I can say without a doubt, Christ has released me from many concerns that controlled me since THE moment I truly “stepped out.”  It isn’t that I do not deal with these fears anymore; it’s that I’ve witnessed the POWER in

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“And They All Broke Down and Wept”

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I have often contemplated the profound relationship between Ruth and Naomi.  This story has always touched me so deeply because of the incredible way it reveals the true heart of women.  This is the only place in the bible where God highlights the love and loyalty He created in them. The fact is, like it or not, we have an incredible longing to be loved and accepted by other women in our lives; whether it’s from our own mothers, mentors or friends.  Walk with me while I contemplate the thoughts of these two women and let’s see if we feel that tug deep within us that says, “That’s me, Lord.”

Naomi was a woman who had been struck with a long season of suffering.  Her suffering was so great that she told her friends to no longer call her Naomi (which means “pleasant”) but rather, to call her “Mara” (which means “bitter.”)  You see, she had not only been widowed but also lost her two sons.  The only two people she had left in this world were her two daughter-in-laws by the names of Ruth and Orpah.  They were of Jordanian descent which is where Naomi and her husband had made a life for themselves.  After Naomi’s husband and sons passed away – she decided to leave Jordan and return back to her homeland Israel, alone.

The story goes on to say that Naomi said to her daughter-in-laws, “Go back to your mothers’ homes instead of coming with me.  And may the LORD reward you for your kindness to your husbands and to me.  May the LORD bless you with the security of another marriage.’  Then she kissed them good-bye, and they all broke down and wept.”  This part is so very sad to me because I have experienced such similar situations that just the thought makes my heart bleed.  I’ve been a “Naomi” of types.  I have, in a sense, kissed someone good-bye and then broke down and wept.  But also, I’ve been a sort of Ruth who said, “No, I want to go with you” and wept bitterly because I was afraid my Naomi would say, “No.”

I can imagine myself as Naomi the night before she told those women her plans.  If I had been Naomi, I would have tossed and turned all night long.  I would have laid there and felt those crushing fist blows to my heart over and over as my eyes drenched my pillow.  My mind would have been conflicted.  On the one hand, I’m certain I would have heard my own voice say, “Naomi, these are the only people you have left in this world.  You will be all alone if you let them go.”  While, at the same time, I imagine I would also hear, “Naomi, do what is right and let them go.”   Life just isn’t easy.

Now, even though Orpah initially protested, she later said her good-byes and departed.  And if you read Jewish traditional literature, you will find that Orpah is

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Bending Beneath the Weight of His Wind

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This last week, I’m not sure what happened.  Maybe it was homeschooling and all the time that that requires.  Maybe it was all my other responsibilities or just sheer laziness – who knows.  All I do know is…I took my focus off Christ.  In one week’s time, I had inundated myself with TV and the daily toil of relational issues all around me.  By the end of the week, I realized I was feeling tired and overwhelmed. I felt like saying, “Lord, where are you?”  And I was quickly reminded in my spirit that I had not spent one ounce of QUALITY time with Him.  So maybe He’s been saying, “Kimberly, where are YOU?”

Over the last few years, these sorts of things like “the troubles of the world” have affected me less and less because I’m learning to “turn it off”.  I’m not just referring to turning off the TV.  I mean it all.  I’m learning to accept these “troubles” that the Lord promised would come.  I am brought comfort with His words, “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace.  In this world you will have trouble.  But take heart! I have overcome the world” (John 16:33). The only thing I can attribute my confidence despite all these worldly problems is my increased desire and dedication to spend time with the Lord daily. When I dedicate my mornings (or whatever hour I can) to study His Word and pray…I feel empowered in a world that takes all my power.  It isn’t a power like the world defines.  It’s power that comes from the Holy Spirit and brings comfort despite all the circumstances ensuing right before your very eyes.  It counsels you when you see the world falling apart and when you hear the Nightly News say things that are in complete opposition to God and the truth.  Like Isaiah, the prophet spoke, “Woe to them that call evil good and good evil,” Isaiah 5:20.  What chance does the body of Christ have against this world if we don’t stay in tune with the ONLY one that gives us our hope?  We will be buried with the cares of this world and you know it.  One week.  Incredible.  We better guard our hearts and minds like conscientious, well-trained soldiers!  This is no time to fall back.

Not one decent moment with the Lord last week that I could legitimately count as worthy.  No real time seeking Him.  Without that small amount of time He will become in our minds but miles and miles away.  When was the last time you spent time with the only person that has the power to keep you from feeling overwhelmed?  When is the last time you spent time with the only one that will never forsake you no matter what?

Yesterday morning during worship service, I fought back tears as we sang, “O, ‘How He Loves Us.” (You Tube this song; “Jesus Culture”). The song actually says, “He loves like a hurricane.  I am a tree; bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.”  I’ve never been loved like a hurricane but it sounds intense and

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Who Am I?

ImageWhen my twin boys were just infants I spent a lot of time awake in the late night hours.  During those times I liked to watch the Game Show Network.  One particular show I liked to watch was called, “To Tell the Truth.”  It aired for over a decade from 1954-1968.  Three challengers are introduced, all claiming to be the central character.  Each challenger states, “My name is [central character’s name].”  The idea is, the celebrity panelist question each challenger trying to identify the real central character.  Obviously two of the challengers are profoundly lying.  At the end of the show, each celebrity panelist makes their pick on who is the “real” person.  Then the host says, “Will the real {name inserted here} please stand up.”  I was always amazed how the other people were able to lie so well and counterfeit their own identities.  Of course, this show was all in fun but I think how often we all have a tendency to become imposters in our daily lives.

There have been times in my life when what I wanted more than anything, was to be like “YOU”.  Maybe it was that lovely singing voice or that attractive smile.  “YOU” just always seemed like you had it all together.  Maybe it was “YOU” who seemed so much smarter and beautiful.  Maybe it was “YOU” who had such a gentle spirit never saying an unkind word to anyone.  Ah, but there was “YOU”, who had that uncanny way to always know when to encourage others.  But then again, I can’t forget “YOU” who was always able to do the right thing no matter the circumstances.  And I’ll never overlook “YOU” who was always fearless in reaching out to the downtrodden.  “YOU” have always inspired me.

Have you ever wanted to be someone else?  Have you

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God Speaks, Always…

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Did you ever watch that show “V” (meaning “Visitors”) that aired during NBC’s 2009 season? It was cancelled without my permission after one year.  I must admit, my husband and I were quite engrossed with this “aliens taking over the earth” series.  One of the main characters was “Anna” who was the most stunning rendition of an alien I’ve ever seen.  She was the one in charge and had very sinister plans for those little ones on the earth.  Nevertheless, she was so beautiful and spoke with such eloquence that the whole world was awestruck by her.  She would speak to the “little earthlings” with her beautiful face and hypnotic brown eyes across a huge screen on the bottom of the mother ship and sweetly say, “We are of peace, ALWAYS…” Blink. Blink.  When she would do this, I always wanted to shake my television and say, “She’s lying people, she just wants to eat your brain!”

I hope when I tell you, “God speaks, ALWAYS…”, you don’t have this incredible urge to shake your computer screens and scream “She’s lying people, she just wants to eat your brain!”

The truth is, God does speak, always… To prove it, I am taking this opportunity to share just a couple of instances from my heart giving testimony of how God has unmistakably spoken to me personally and how I came to notice.  Starting no sooner than yesterday….

December 28, 2012, all day long the Lord had me pondering in my heart some related themes.  Later in the day, I searched for a certain book on my kindle when something unrelated to my search caught my eye, Reflections of His Image by Nancy Missler.  Something in me insisted I download that $10 book even though I know very little about this author except the fact that she’s married to one of my favorite bible expositors; Chuck Missler.  As I anticipated, based on the title, one of the first verses she quoted in her book was 2 Corinthians 3:18; “And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.”

Gulp.  I felt something stab internally.  I was avoiding something and I knew it.  I thought about that blog post that I wrote a few weeks ago, “Heart in the Hands of Christ.”  Was I living out that post fully, in all areas of my life?  I went back and read that post as though I had not authored it.  I felt that gut stabbing feeling again.

Later on, I spoke with a friend that randomly made, what seemed to me, a strange suggestion, striking a little bit of a nerve.  It hinted to me spiritually, of what God was already telling me over and over, “…being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.”

As I was tucking the boys into bed later, one of my children randomly

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The Sweetest Letter Ever

ImageChristmas to me has always been a magical time.  When we were growing up, my mother always had cookies, sugared fruit, a Hershey kiss tree, and all kinds of candies.  She would have orange peels and cinnamon sticks simmering on the stove as we came home from school.  The Oakridge Boys and Dolly Pardon Christmas music were always being played along with Jimmy Dean’s, “Yes, Virginia – there is a Santa Clause.”  The ornaments on our tree were all handmade by her, each lined with velvet cloth, and beads of all varieties with tiny push pins.  She even had hand sewn stockings for each of us.

One of the sweetest things I ever witnessed my mother do was during Christmas time.  She decided to write out a very touching letter describing Christmas to her first cousin who had recently lost his eye sight due to diabetes.  She had heard from other family members that he was in deep sadness and was having a hard time “moving on.”  She was distraught that his eyes would never gaze upon the splendor of Christmas ever again.  To her, never “seeing” Christmas was almost unbearable.

When she told me what she was doing, – I sat down (as a thirteen year old) with her at the kitchen table, as she thought of each thing in our house that embodied Christmas.  She eloquently described every Christmas detail including the evergreen tree, the cookies, the stockings, and the den with a mountain of presents.  She wrote, then erased and wrote and erased, trying to make everything  just so.  She detailed the brilliance of the lights and even described us three children running around with sparkles in our eyes.  She described each little candy and cookie with perfection so much so, that I could close my own eyes and see it all like it was the first time.  I thought she was the best writer I had ever seen.   I felt so much admiration towards her in that moment.  It was one of the most thoughtful things I’d ever seen anyone do.  I remember her rushing to the mailbox to get that letter to him as soon as possible.  It almost seemed to both of us, that there was something magical about that letter.  Maybe we thought it would change his circumstances.  Maybe we wanted that letter to somehow give him his sight again.

Christmas day came four days later and my mother received the call that her cousin had passed away early that morning.  We wondered, “Had someone read him that letter?”  Then at the funeral, we found out that the letter had been read aloud to him but he was so sick – it was unlikely he actually heard it.  I know my mom was secretly disappointed because I was.  That letter wasn’t magical after all.  It had all the magical words that one might mention during the holiday season.  It had all the imageries of the picture-perfect Christmas scene.  It was beautifully written as though my mother had been schooled by the finest English professors.

Today, I have my own children.  I play Christmas music for them too and simmer orange peels and cinnamon sticks to fill the house with the wonderful holiday smells.  My tree is adorned with beautiful ornaments that represent pieces of our lives.  It stands nine feet tall and glistens with approximately four thousand clear and colored lights.  It’s my turn to bake cookies, candies and make gingerbread houses.  It’s my turn to fill the stockings and take pictures of the children.  It’s my turn to take notice of the sparkles in my boys’ eyes as they anticipate Christmas morning!

Most importantly though, I think about what my mother did twenty-nine years ago almost to the day.  I think about sitting there with her at the kitchen table throwing out ideas hoping to make a difference too.  It was what she did that caused me to admire her then so dearly.  She reached out to someone that was so hopeless and showed him love.

Therefore, it is

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Are You Ready?

alert beacon deviceOne of my family’s favorite stories is the time when my twin brother and I were approximately six years old and were out in the yard playing with some yard tools that we had specifically been instructed not to touch.  As the story went, my brother and I were fast and furious in the act of disobedience until I heard the screen door open then shut followed by my mother’s footsteps.  As it has been told, I looked up, stuck my thumb in my mouth, and quickly made a b-line in the opposite direction.  My brother on the other hand, was lost in the moment – never noticing the sound of the screen door slamming shut or the footsteps of my very displeased mother approaching.  The story was told that my brother was so unaware of my mother’s “coming” until the very moment he was swatted on his backside.  Other family members describe him as having the look of complete shock.  On the other hand, I had escaped her wrath (by the skin of my teeth, I might add).

Are you watching and listening for the screen door to open?  Are you looking for the one who knows you to come but you’re lost in the moment, continuing in your disobedience and living in complete oblivion?  Will you take notice only after you’ve been punished and stand there then in utter disbelief?

One of the most impressionable parables in scripture to me is the one concerning the ten young virgins and the marriage supper.  The virgins were supposed to be waiting on the groom by keeping oil in their lamps; day and night.  In the Jewish wedding tradition, the bride knows that the groom IS coming but doesn’t know exactly the day or the hour.  If she doesn’t prepare for Him, he will come (what seems) as a thief in the night.  I can only imagine the feeling one might have when a thief enters one’s home.  It’s not joyful anticipation but terror and great fear.  If she does prepare for him, she is blessed and ready to go with him to the wedding supper that he has prepared for her in his absence.

In this parable Jesus spoke about five of those ten young virgins who were not prepared and let their oil run out.  They had stopped watching for him and their senses had become dulled. Obviously, they had lost faith that the groom was ever going to do what he said he would.  They were not watching for the door to open nor were they anticipating him.   It makes me think of 1 Peter in scripture that says, “They will be saying, “Where is this ‘coming’ he promised? Ever since our fathers died, everything goes on as it has since the beginning of creation.”

I suppose in my brother’s heart, he thought, “Mom’s not coming – it’s safe to

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“Houston, We Have A Problem”

houstonDid you know that “Houston” means “Hugh’s town, a settlement on a hill”?  We’ll get to this later.

Last week, our pastor showed a small clip in church of President Ronald Reagan as he sat in the Oval Office and addressed the nation on December 23, 1983.  He wished the American citizens and others around the world a Merry Christmas.  I choked up as I heard our president speak about Christ coming into this world “as a babe and how it’s difficult for all of us to understand why he would do such a thing.  But maybe it should remind us of how we should treat each other; with humility.” (paraphrased.)  He spoke about the star of Bethlehem being the light that guided the shepherds by night.  Later, he spoke about the plight of the Polish people and how their God given liberties were being jeopardized by their own government.  Sound familiar?  In showing our solidarity to the Polish people, Reagan encouraged the American people to shine the light of “Christ”mas (my emphasis) from every window in America with a candle.  We used to be a light; a city on a hill; a beacon of hope.  It was our responsibility, in our humility, and solidarity to shine light from each one of our homes to all those nations looking on. This light wasn’t just to shine that Christmas Eve as Reagan requested.  It was our responsibility to shine the light every single day throughout the world.  You might ask, “Why is it our responsibility” and my answer is because “whom much is given, much is required.”

America was founded on christian values.  How can

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I Am Clueless

cluelessThere aren’t many people that can admit that they are clueless, but I can.  Here are just a few examples of my “Clueless-ness” over the years.  I hope this makes you feel better about yourself if you walk the path of “clueless-ness”.

Growing up, most of the women in my family would say, “You should have been a blonde!”  Which was so ironic because I was the only one in my immediate family that was NOT a blonde!  My twin brother, older sister and my mother are all blondes.  Maybe there was a mix up in the paint factory and my hair was SUPPOSED to be blonde but somehow was drenched with brunette.  ???

After laying out of college for a few years and then later returning,  I attended the University of Alabama in Huntsville (UAH) and took many classes including Spanish.  I don’t know what was so difficult about that class but it caused me a lot of grief!  You must believe me when I say this, that teacher hated me!  Don’t laugh!  She insisted that we speak Spanish throughout the entire classroom experience and I couldn’t understand because my English was much more understandable!  I also felt everyone else’s English was more understandable!  My professor was not impressed with my “twenty something” logic.  She informed us pretty quickly (in Spanish, of course) that we were to sit through a Spanish “lab” twice a week where we were to put headphones on and listen to Spanish conversations.  Sooooo two days a week, I religiously went to my lab, sat in a little cubicle all by my self and patiently listened to all kinds of Spanish discussions between, men, women and children never having a clue what they were saying.  I remember doodling on paper, doing other homework and sometimes staring off into space for two-half hours, two days a week.  I do recall thinking many times….how is this supposed to help me?   Midway through the course, my professor asked us to turn in our “Lab book with all our completed work”.  I asked her in Spanish, “Que’ libro de laboratorio?” (“What lab work?”) For 8 weeks, I had sat in a small cubicle listening to garble on earphones never realizing there was a lab book to purchase and worksheets to complete. I tried to explain to my professor in Spanish that, “Estoy desorientado” (“I am clueless”.)  She agreed but didn’t care.

My first job, I was clueless on how

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Heart in the Hands of Christ

Jesus' handsI need to be working on my Wednesday night lesson but I’m having trouble concentrating.  I’ve had a disturbing day, to say the least.

In S.S. this last Sunday, we talked about “Life’s Interruptions.”  Well, last night and today would definitely fall into that category but not in a flippant way as the lesson almost infers.  This situation is as serious as serious can be.

What I’m learning is even when you have washed your hands of a person or people and made “Christ-ly” peace with them, don’t assume God is done pulling you into their very messy, emotionally draining and sad lives.  Never assume God is ever finished with you in a certain situation just because “You’ve decided” you are.

I think we walk around in our little world thinking we have it all figured out and suddenly God throws the most unexpected curve ball.  And when it comes, your spirit cannot do anything less then “Catch that ball” regardless of whether you want to or not.  Regardless of whether it’s convenient.  These balls that come flying in tend to be fast, hard and can even sometimes cause bloody wounds. Getting back involved with people that have caused you pain and left a wake of misery is the furthest from your mind.  Yet, I’m reminded of what  Paul says in 1 Corithians 13:2, “If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.”

We’ve all heard those little christian cliches like, “Dying to Self” or “Laying it all down.”  I used to think that what that really meant was giving up those things that are wrong morally, like say…cheating on a test, getting inebriated, doing drugs, committing adultery, stealing, those sorts of things .  Rules.  But what I clearly see is that “Dying to self” isn’t really so much about breaking rules as it is about a literal dying to your easy life.  Dying to what’s comfortable to you.  Dying to receiving the justice owed you.  In other words, are you willing to get dirty, messy and maybe even taken down in the whole process of it all?  You are making a decision, am I actually going to lay my life down, my earthly rights and willingly give it to Christ?  Imagine cutting your heart

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You are a Leper

cropped-tulips.jpgThe bible talks a lot about lepers.  We learn that Jesus healed many of them.  When a leper walked down the street they were to cover their mouths with cloth and holler out, “Unclean, unclean.” Talk about a lonely life.  They were not only outcasts from society, estranged from family but also reviled.  Many of us can’t even make it to the grocery store without a bottle of sanitizer.  Imagine the disgust you would feel seeing a leper walk into Wal-Mart.

At least a year ago, I had a chilling event happen to me.  As I went to a local rehab hospital to visit an elderly friend I heard the most horrible screams coming from a room way down the hall.  These screams were more like an angry rant not an inviting call of welcome, I promise.  Yet, I have no idea what came over me but I turned and headed towards that room.  I remember thinking to myself, “What are you doing?”  The angry outburst continued and I cautiously but unrelentingly moved forward until I found myself not only in this person’s room but at the edge of this crazed woman’s bed.

I think this incident could be classified in my mind as one of the strangest and scariest moments of my life.  She looked like a true leper or at least what this twenty-first century girl imagines one to be.  Her face was pasty white and looked as though it were flaking off.  Her eyes were gaunt and there was little hair remaining on her head.  Her face revealed nothing lovely or kind.  She radiated hate to a level I had never witnessed.  So “Why am I standing at the foot of her bed”, I kept thinking?  I was literally on auto-pilot and obviously not in my right mind.

When I walked in, she never turned her gaze towards me but continued cursing and ranting like a delusional person.  She hollered vile words and accusations like, “You never loved me,” and “I took care of you and now look at you”.  And a few times she hollered angrily still, “JESUS – TAKE ME!!”  She screamed things that I am not permitted to mention in this blog with good conscious.  I only wish I could because these words that I place on this paper are not adequate in description of this event.  My insides were shaking like a bag of bones but something caused me to stand there.  Just stand there!  I knew God was doing something and I was to stand and wait for it.  Suddenly, out from my mouth came these words, “But Jesus loves you.”  Her eyes swiftly turned in my direction and there was unexpected quietness.  Quiet. Quiet. Quiet.  I thought my heart would explode out of my chest.  Then her eyes gazed forward again and the vile things spewed out just as loud as ever.  It was like a recording, saying the same things over and over and over again.  Then the occasional, “JESUS, TAKE ME!!!” yet there was nothing in her that said, “I belong to the Lord.” Her words seemed more like a profaning.  Then again, I said fearlessly but timidly in my core, “But Jesus will never leave you.” Again, the swearing and detestable rant abruptly stopped and her eyes looked closer in my direction.  Then once again, there was eerie quiet.  Quiet. Quiet.  I realized in that moment.  There IS POWER in the name of JESUS CHRIST!  My heart beating was the only thing I could hear in that room.   After a moment though, she went right back to her rage.

I was just about to turn and leave when her tirade suddenly stopped again but this time she looked me STRAIGHT in

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Coffee Drinking Causes Depression (Not!)

coffee & depressionA few years ago, I heard a story on the nightly news that said, “Recent studies show a link between drinking coffee and depression.”  My first thought was, “WHAT? This is an abomination!”

If any of you know me, you know that one of my favorite things is coffee. Yes, yes, of course, I appreciate all sorts of things and all sorts of hobbies but coffee is like a loyal friend.  It’s been there in the good times and the bad.  It loves me no matter how ugly I’ve behaved, how sad I feel or how over the top excited I am!  With cup in hand, I’ve been a real “meany”, uncontrollably weepy and on the lucky occasion, hysterically funny.  Coffee to me, is like that sweet little puppy that jumps in your lap when you first get home.  It’s like, “A man’s best friend.”

As far back as I can remember, my greatest memories ALWAYS included a cup of coffee whether poorly made or dripped from the spigot of a Starbucks.  It wasn’t really the “coffee” but the things that took place while drinking that coffee.  I remember staying up in the wee hours of the morning cramming my studies in while depending on “Joe” to keep me going.  Coffee, I suppose has always been one of the greatest accessories to the outfit of my life.  It isn’t about the ear rings or those beautiful shoes.  It’s that java.  You see, when I was growing up, the women in my family would always gather around the table with a pot of coffee and lots of stories to tell.  When I was very small I dreamed of the days when I would be “big enough” to join in with those women.  I learned a great deal hanging around that table, sometimes good and sometimes not so good. 🙂

I was probably around twelve when my mom let me have that first cup of coffee, full of milk and sugar, as I recall. I sat with those women and gulped in all that milk spiked with coffee and gathered in all those tales that partly formed who I am today.  I’ll never forget the first time I happened to tell a great story over coffee.  I jovially witnessed the women of my family laugh so hard that they nearly spit out that precious java and land themselves straight down on the floor.   That feeling of complete acceptance just can’t be replicated!  I knew then, I’d never be the same!  I’ve determined since then, any good story deserves a great cup of coffee.  And if you were to call and say, “Kimberly – I’ve a great story to tell you, I would be tempted every time to say, “Wait!  Let me fix a pot of coffee.”

When I was 29 years old, I

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The Cowardly Lion

cowardly lionI’ve been reading a book called “Telling Secrets” by a gentleman by the name of Frederick Buechner.  He’s new to me but known as one of the greats.  He is an author, old time minister and theologian.  The book touched me in so many ways.  You see, he shares very intimate details of his life that are just so sad and yet, REAL.  We’ve all been there and have experienced that crushing pain of abandonment, fear, rejection and the anxiety we experience as we try to control the level of pain we “allow” in.

That first night I picked up that book I fought back tears.  It really struck a chord with me so much that I wanted to share with you. He actually described himself as the cowardly lion on the Wizard of Oz.

It was a stained glass panel hanging in front of a window in his study that he stared at day after day when he sat down to write.  The scene was of the Cowardly Lion standing there with his hands tied behind his back against a pole, weeping profusely while black flying monkeys flew overhead.  Mr. Buechner, in his old age realized that that panel represented his life in many ways.  Outwardly he appeared so courageous but inwardly he was as weak and powerless as one can imagine.

Growing up, did you ever think….who am I in this movie; the “Wizard of Oz”?  Am I the scarecrow who doesn’t have a brain, the tin man who doesn’t have a heart or the cowardly lion who doesn’t have any courage?  I never once thought

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Harvest Moon

moon_harvest_9-29-2012As you may know, my last name is “Moon.”  Many of those that I have had the great honor of working beside on our mission trips to Romania have habitually called me, “Harvest Moon.”  It’s always a little fun, simply because my role on these trips is evangelism and my last name is “Moon”.  Makes sense right?  Harvest?  Harvesting souls for Christ?  Get it? get it?

I wanted to specifically speak on this nickname because it holds a special place in my heart. It’s on these trips that I really see God work.  It isn’t that I think God isn’t working the rest of the time.  I just think it’s more about me “getting out of the way” so He CAN do HIS work.  I have to admit – being vulnerable on a mission trip is an understatement.

Honestly, I wasn’t quite sure EXACTLY what a “Harvest Moon” was.  Yes, yes, I even went to college!  As a matter of fact, while I was at Judson College in Marion, AL., many years ago, we used to sing a sweet song called, “O, Mr. Moon – Shine on, Harvest Moon”.  Little did I know one day, I would actually marry Mr. Moon!  Nor did I know then that my “Mission” nickname would be “Harvest Moon.”

This last September, I got a very encouraging email from one of my mission trip brothers which included

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Journal of a Sinner

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You may be asking, “What is this blog about anyway?”  

You may also be asking, “Why should I read this blog over all the other choices of blogs out there?”  It wasn’t until I decided to start this blog did I realize the amount of existing blogs out there!  It is an overwhelming galaxy of opinions not only to the blogger who is competing with millions of others but it must be a vast black hole for you guys.

“Journal of a sinner”, is simply put…a blog where I journalize the thoughts, hopes and trials that I see, feel and process on this journey called life.  You may wholeheartedly agree with my ramblings or revelations or you may very well find me a simpleton with a degree in “Nutcase.”  Either way, my goal is to be authentic and real.  These traits, as you may have noticed are hard to come by in the church  today.  I don’t throw this out there as a judgement – I’ve included myself  in this area of blatant hypocrisy.   What I have noticed is…with pen in hand (or keyboard at finger tips in this case), I am able to be open and honest.

I realize these journal entries (or blog entries) will be counter-intuitive to the world.  I might even become more estranged because of this.  However, as much as I possible, I have decided to lay down my vulnerabilities and to focus on what pleases God and not the world.  I want to encourage a discouraged world that NEEDS hope; hope that only comes from the TRUTH of God’s Word even if it is NOT popular.

If you enjoy this blog – please pass it on to others especially those that do not have hope.  Share this blog with fellow believers who are struggling with discouragement as we ALL do!  There may be something in this blog that will be used as a conduit for the Holy Spirit to prompt them or you into action or refreshing.

So I hand you this invitation to walk through the pages of a real sinner by admitting my humanity to you, yet also, expressing my daily unquenchable desire to be made more and more into the image of Jesus Christ.

Galatians 2:20

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Journal of a Sinner, Listening for that Still Small Voice

ISBN-10: 1498413064, ISBN-13: 978-1498413060

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