Monthly Archives: December 2018

The Resolution We All Really Need

It’s everywhere this time of year … talk of resolutions and resolves, plans and promises. There’s just something about the turn of the calendar. A fresh page on a fresh year leaves us longing for fresh starts. So we set the goals, and we make the commitments. We buy the planners and read the books and cast the vision.

Dream making … we’re really good at it. And why shouldn’t we be? The world applauds the dreamers and the doers. We nod with approval on those who aim high and then aim higher still.

It’s all well and good. This longing to do better and try harder. We hear it from authors and influencers, poets and politicians. And I do love it … this start of a new year, because it rings with the promise of unwritten pages and a chance to start again. So we rally our spirits and muster our energies and plot our course, because this year … this is going to be the year we get it right.

B U T we won’t always get it right, will we? You and I both know we’ll get it wrong from time to time. We’ll mess up; we’ll make mistakes; we’ll fail and flail and follow the wrong course. Our resolutions may be noble, our goals admirable, our plans praiseworthy, but they don’t exempt us from the challenges that threaten to derail us. In fact, 80% of resolutions fail by February.

But you know who doesn’t fail? Our redeemer.

So what if this year we start a little resolution revolution? What if instead of looking inward, we turn our focus outward? What if rather than focusing on self, we focus on serving? What if instead of planning, we spend time praying? What if instead of choosing a theme word, we simply say YES to His word?

Because we can make our plans, but the Lord determines our paths. And only He can turn our small offerings into overflowing abundance. Only He can take our misguided motives and our misdirected dreams and turn them into kingdom causes.

God is writing your redemption story. And it’s so much bigger than your resolutions.

It’s vast and victorious and broken and beautiful, and it’s eternal! It isn’t tied to a day on the calendar or a Time Square ball drop or revolutions around the sun, it’s tied to your redeemer! And that redeemer has a plan for you beyond what you can imagine! He has a path He’s determined beyond what you can fathom. He who knew every one of your days before they came to be has plans to prosper you and give you a hope and a future.

He is the one who took two meager fish and five loaves and fed thousands with overflowing abundance. He caused the mute to speak and the lame to walk. He turned water into wine. He raised the dead to LIFE.

If He can do that, what can He do with you?

Let’s take this year to see.

So instead of resolving to do all the things, what if we commit to just one thing … to THE one thing. What if on January 1, we simply say: “Not my will, but YOURS.” And then we say it over and over for 365 days!

How would YOU change. How would your FAMILY change? How would the WORLD change?

Because the world doesn’t need our resolutions, the world needs the work of our Redeemer.

Not my will, Lord, but yours. Who’s with me?


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The Miracle of Ordinary Motherhood

She sat in her high chair just the other day with sticky hands and chubby toddler fingers clinging to veggie purée. Peanut-butter-and-jelly crumbs littered the table and dirty dishes cluttered the counter.

Surely you can see it. You’ve been there. Perhaps you’re there now with a lukewarm cup of coffee, a filled-to-the-brim sink, a fit-pitching toddler at your feet or a fit-pitching teen stomping her feet.

Another day. Another round of mundane, must-be-done tasks. Or so it seemed.

I plucked the baby from her chair and brought her to the counter as thoughts of the urgent tumbled one over another. Sweeping. Dirty diapers. Laundry. Dinner. Bills and budgets. Schedules and schoolwork.

It’s easy to let motherhood get mired in menial tasks, to see the mess but miss the miraculous. I miss it all.the.time.

But on that day … on an ordinary Wednesday afternoon, God’s extraordinary grace suddenly met me at the kitchen sink. As I walked toward the faucet and placed those tiny hands beneath the cleansing flow …

E V E R Y T H I N G S L O W E D.

And for a brief moment, I sensed heaven bending low. Time paused and I saw with unveiled eyes the sheer miracle of that sacred ordinary moment.

Right there before me was cleansing water pouring; her created hands unfurling; the dirty made clean; the sacred revealed in the common. It was a clear-as-day picture of grace and redemption and resurrection wrapped within a mundane Wednesday afternoon. There in the grit and the ordinary and the minuscule and the mire was a tangible glimpse of the Gospel unfolding.

Two thousand years ago, Jesus foreshadowed his death and resurrection with water and washing. The king of kings, Messiah, foretold of the greatest redemptive sacrifice with an act as ordinary as the washing of feet. A wash basin, water, a rag, a humble servant, and a rag-tag bunch of followers bore witness to an event that would make way for the most redemptive act in all eternity. The sacred intersected the ordinary; and we’re forever changed because of it.

Today, you and I have the immense privilege of living out this sacred service in motherhood. Our role—our day-by-day tasks and our moment-by-moment acts of service—are tangible reflections of the Gospel.

We don’t always see it. But on that Wednesday … I did. And it changed me.

You, my friend, may not see it right now. You may be so deeply mired in the mess that you simply can’t see the miraculous. The kids are yelling, the baby is crying, the dog is barking, your husband is calling, dinner prep is waiting, work is beckoning, the laundry is drying … and it all feels monotonous and undervalued. You wonder if it matters.

Friend … let me tell you …

H E S A Y S I T D O E S.

And that’s all that matters.

The same God who sent HIS SON to be born among the squalor and the commonality of a stable, to kneel among us and wash our feet, to enter into our ordinary … is the same God who infused that ordinary with a sacred, miraculous weight when he turned and raised His son from the grave.

N O T H I N G the son does is ordinary, and nothing we do is ordinary when we are joined with the son. Your gritty work is glorious work. Your common tasks are Kingdom tasks. Your monotonous minutes are miraculous moments. And it’s all because of the Gospel.

So carry on, Mama. Carry on in the sacred ordinary service of motherhood, for the Good News unfolds there. And one day you’ll look back and realize lives were changed for eternity because of it.


Like what you see here? Then you’ll love my first-ever children’s book, Bruce the Brave. Available on Amazon! For more like this, connect with me on Facebook or Instagram! To receive more encouraging posts AND get a free printable, enter your e mail in the box to the sidebar at the right. Then just click “I want to Follow F&C!” Be sure to check your inbox for the confirmation and the link to your free printable. You can also follow F&C on BlogLovin’

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