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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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The Hope of Hospitality

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“How does hospitality affect justice?” His question echoed across the quiet living room, swelling and then settling among our friends seated there. I looked at my husband quizzically as my own thoughts began to take shape. 

Hospitality + Justice. I’d never considered them equal parts of a pair.

Then a voice broke through the quiet. “I need your prayers,” she implored us. “I want to show hospitality, especially with the holidays coming, but I’m stressed about all the work and the preparations … how do you show hospitality without stressing about it?”

And that’s when it hit me … we have replaced hospitality with entertaining, and I’m not sure we even see it.

I love the idea and the execution of hospitality … open arms and flung-wide doors inviting people to take a seat at the table. I enjoy the preparation and the presentation. But what if there’s more to it? What if hospitality is more about healing hearts and less about entertaining events?

Hospitality. It’s a funny word, really. Five syllables and nearly as many vowels. It has both weight and depth, and it rings with meaning. The original Latin word—hospitalitem—translates as “friendliness to guests”. Later it appears in Old French as “ospitalité” and is interpreted to mean the intentional act of hospitality and a physical hospital. 

It’s a word that conjures up images of open homes, flung-wide doors, welcoming arms, nourishing meals, and a healing refuge. Hospitality is especially poignant this time of year, as the darkness lingers a little longer and we welcome the arrival of the holiday season and all that it entails.

During this season especially, we long to give and receive hospitality, to create an environment conducive to the expression of it. And often in doing so we fret and fuss in an effort to get it right—the food, the house, the table, the gifts.

But what if in all our fretting we’re getting it wrong? What if our experience of hospitality isn’t hospitality at all? What if hospitality is less about hosting and more about our hearts, less about a tablescape and more about an actual place of escape … from fear, sickness, loneliness, homelessness, poverty. 

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What if hospitality is the vehicle through which justice is served? What if it’s a tangible picture of rescue and redemption? What if hospitality is the means through which the heart of the Gospel grows hands and feet?  

Jesus exemplified true hospitality when he healed the sick, fed the hungry, wept with the mourners, ate with the sinners, loved the unlovable. His hospitality wasn’t a method of entertaining, rather it was the means through which he gifted grace. THIS is the hope of hospitality.  

How would our expression of hospitality change if we ascribed to this THIS definition? And how would it affect our families, our neighborhoods, our communities? I challenge us to find out. So this holiday season—and always—let’s be a people who seek not to set a perfect place setting, but to leave space for the sick, the lonely, the outcast, the poor. And when the pressure, the stress, the expectations of the holiday season become heavy, may we remember that true hospitality is shown not in how we host, but in how we seek to gift grace.

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Like what you see here? Then you’ll love my first-ever children’s book, Bruce the Brave. Available on Amazon! For more content 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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The First Year with You

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One year ago … one year ago I awoke early in the inky black, pre-dawn hours with a sharp labor pain. I urged my husband awake, thankful that my mom was visiting to keep the four older kids, and we quickly got into the car. The clock read 1:19 am. At 1:52, we arrived at the hospital, grateful that midnight labor made for little traffic. Just one hour later, our fifth child made her debut. At 9 pounds, 9 ounces she was my biggest baby, my strongest little warrior … 

And yet her lungs were weak.

Shortly after her birth, they whisked her off to NICU, and my heart followed right along after her. What I thought would be a few hours for observation turned into a three-day NICU stay. Our daughter had a pneumothorax, a condition where a lung sac bursts, causing air to get trapped between the inner and outer walls of the lung, making it difficult to breathe. Her little body labored for each breath.

I can still picture the scene as my husband first wheeled me into the NICU. He pushed me towards her bassinet; she was swaddled and sleeping soundly with a mess of wires and tubes attached to her little body. 

It wasn’t the scene we’d hoped for. No parent does. But it was our reality. And in the midst of it all and the fog of postpartum pain and exhaustion, there was miraculous peace. We prayed and prayed that her lung would heal on its own, and praise God … it eventually did! 

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But it took three days … three days that felt very much like three long, heavy weeks. When the pediatrician told me I would likely be discharged before her, I broke. I’d held it together until that moment, but every tenuous thread of strength came crashing down when I realized I might leave the hospital with empty arms while my daughter remained in NICU.

By the grace of God, that didn’t happen. Our NICU nurse advocated for us to to stay in the Special Care unit. This was a private room that allowed my husband and I to room-in with our daughter the night after I’d been discharged. This act of provision alone was such a gift to us. I pulled her into my bed that night, wires and all and didn’t let her go. She was healing, and she was finally nestled right where she should be. I was so immensely grateful! 

She was discharged the next day, and her much-anticipated homecoming was met with great fanfare. Our fourth-born, who hadn’t yet had a chance to see her baby sister due to age restrictions in the NICU, was the first to hold her when we arrived home. They have been nearly inseparable ever since.

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Now, one year later, we are eternally grateful for the gift of Lily … the surprise of the pregnancy, the experience of her birth, the healing of her lung, and the immense joy that she brings to all of us! 

I never fathomed I would be a mom to five kids, and yet every single one of these children were written into the fabric of my heart before they even came to be. And now, one year later, we simply can’t imagine our family without her. Her presence gifts us with light and laughter, goodness and grace, beauty and blessing … every single day! 

Happy birthday, sweet girl! May you always know how loved and cherished you truly are.  

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Like what you see here? Then you’ll love my first-ever children’s book, Bruce the Brave. Available on Amazon! For more content 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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The Tapestry Unfolds: How a Little Business is Making a Big Impact

It was two and a half years ago when I decided to take a leap of faith and start my “little” Young Living wellness business. Shortly afterward, I had a conversation with my friend and business partner, Christie, in which I told her that I felt at my core that this business was going to be about so much more than oils. She enthusiastically agreed and validated all that my spirit was sensing. I can still see that night. I sat curled on my floor while we chatted via the phone for well over an hour about what we felt like God might be doing now and into the future.

Just a few weeks ago, Christie and her husband packed up their family and their Colorado home and moved to Dubai to realize a dream that was planted years ago. And today, Christie’s YL business is supporting that dream.

Another precious leader of mine has been working with a woman in South Eastern Europe who runs a safe house for girls who have been rescued from sex trafficking. This woman is using essential oils like SARA and RELEASE to help these girls begin the process of recovering from the emotional trauma of their captivity and abuse. These girls, some as young as 12 or 13 years old, are also beginning to learn the essential oils business so they can cultivate an independent income and begin to sustain themselves. This is eternal HOPE and REDEMPTION and RESCUE happening right here within my little essential oils team.

Then there’s another precious leader who just a year ago escaped a violent domestic abuse situation of which we can hardly fathom. She and her children got out with nothing more than the clothes on her back. Her oils business, which worked even when she was incapable of doing the work herself, provided her with the means to crawl out of a pit and begin to rebuild her life.

And still there’s my beautiful Aussie friend, who for years was content to be just a mom. Now she’s traveling the world and building an empire that is empowering other women Down Under and helping them choose natural wellness for their families. She’s “just a mama who got seriously blessed with some of the best things on this side of eternity: incredible friendships and a community that lifts all boats with its tide; abundance in new health; more family time; and, provision beyond belief.”

These are just SOME of the stories of the people on my beautiful team … a tapestry of different personalities and experiences and geographical locations … all woven into the fabric of this Young Living business. This IS about so much more than oils! THIS is literally a PICTURE of that conversation I had two years ago now coming to fruition.

And this is JUST THE START! I cannot wait to see how this tapestry continues to unfold! If you long to be a part of something bigger. If you’re desperate for community, a place to belong. If you’ve been wanting to try essential oils and a natural-health lifestyle but don’t know where to start … then this team of doers and dreamers and life-changers would love to have you! Get started by learning more or grabbing a starter kit here. If you have questions or you’d like to be added to our Facebook group for more information, feel free to leave me a comment.

The tapestry is still being woven, and there’s plenty of room for you.

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Like what you see here? Then you’ll love my first-ever children’s book, Bruce the Brave. Available on Amazon! For more content 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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