Thank you!!!

August marked one year of for His purpose blog—100ish followers, just over 30 posts, and lots of thought.

I want to take the opportunity to thank every one of you readers. Thank you for taking the time to read, to hit the like button, to comment, to encourage, to support, to drive me to want to continue writing.

Thank you!!

Because of this blog I’ve been able to put words to major parts of my life—parts that never made sense before. Parts of my life that seemed so broken and life shattering—I’ve now found the words to piece the broken areas together for His purpose, and goodness have I ever drawn closer to Him in the midst.

God is good.

This weekend our family finds ourselves at one of our favorite camping spots where we can include our four wheelers. I’m convinced every time we show up at this campground that the most important things in life are (without a doubt) God first, then family and friends, and then of course four wheelers.

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I know, I know no helmets..don’t judge

My daughter (Paige) and I rode together while the little kids rode on the big four wheeler with Nate yesterday evening. A fresh rain had just come through so the pine trees were soaked and it smelled like Christmas all over as we blazed along the sandy trails.

I allowed Paige to drive the two of us and she insisted we bring her dog. He’s just a teeny tiny Yorkie which is a good thing—because I can’t imagine myself with my arms around Paige and then trying to hold a bulldog on her lap…that’s right he’s very in love with Paige so he had to ride on her lap BUT since she had both hands on the handle bars that meant me holding him while I sat behind her on the four wheeler, trying to hold the dog on her lap. We got some funny looks as other riders passed by us.62C4A9B4-1DE2-4905-8404-36AA53EB46B0.jpeg

Paige is a good driver—she knows when to upshift, and downshift at the right times with me prompting her just every once in a while. Honestly I’m not sure what the deal was last night though, maybe it was the awkwardness of her dog bouncing around all over her lap, he’d lay content for a bit but then pretty soon he’d want to climb up so that he could sit perched up on her shoulder, it was quite comical…nevertheless he really does love riding, he doesn’t get scared so no worries about feeling sorry for him..besides a dog on a four wheeler-ride sounds pretty spoiled to me! And that he is!

Anyways Paige, for whatever reason, kept driving a little too close to the embankments, drifting from one side to the other. At one point she even ran over a small log that popped up and smacked my shin. I probably have a bruise from that one. Either way we had fun regardless.1B245D1F-FAD9-4B47-893C-1E3238612E7C.jpeg

The two of us love to sing when riding and right now our current jam is anything from the movie The Greatest Showman. We’re slightly obsessed, so as we rode along we sang and thankfully the noise of the four wheeler drowns out “my voice” anyway. Paige, on the other hand, has a fantastic voice and I LOVE to hear that girl use it just as long as it’s not when she’s being mouthy.

Riding deeper into the heavily wooded sand hills the temperatures dropped dramatically and the fog nestled in around us. The trails were covered with decent sized balls of hail from the storm that was traveling along minutes ahead of us. It was such a beautiful sight, like a winter wonderland. We were the only crazy ones out on the trails at this point and we were loving every bit of it.BDD420AF-0D95-4D09-A900-614E2B108837.jpeg

Yet again I’m reminded of how incredibly amazing God is. I’m thankful for these moments He orchestrates and I count them as blessings.70050C71-EAA8-4FDC-9B10-F380B84658CB.jpeg

Time spent with my family is one of my greatest treasures; I love the adventure of a wild ride! I’m thankful I recognize God in the midst of it all. This blog serves as a way to note all of the good things God has and is doing in mine, my husband, and our kid’s lives. I love the idea of being able to read it in the years to come and see the ways of God’s goodness and faithfulness with us.207D1E84-9F3F-4341-AFA7-EF3CB1F994A63650E0B7-D21E-47F2-B70B-AB62A861FA19

Thank you once again for reading—for His purpose.

I’m going to (very soon) repost a blog from last year titled The Three “F” words: Faith, Family, and Four-wheelers. It was one of my first posts but never got much attention because I didn’t have many reading my blog at the time..it’s probably one of my favorite posts to-date and one that was written last year at this time…

My family is now begging to go ride, so until next time…enjoy! and more importantly don’t miss out on the adventure God is giving you.

What’s your idea of a great adventure?

Do you make it a priority to include Him? …Because I can guarantee if you aren’t, you’re not fully living that adventure.

 

Good Good Father

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Photo taken in Ouray, CO

Chris Tomlin (a Christian musician) sings Good Good Father, a song regarding and recognizing God’s immense love for us.

The other morning I listened to this very song and noticed I can finally get all the way through without choking up as I sing along to the words. I wasn’t always able to do so before…And I’m thankful beyond measure.

I’ve intentionally and passionately pursued Christ for the past five years, not perfectly but with great effort. I’ve read and memorized scripture. I’ve counteracted and demolished negative thoughts by applying God’s faithful word where fear and worry long to thrive.

But in all that, can I just be honest and admit that for a long time I failed to see that God loves, loves, loves me deeply and without limitations…He LOVES me with unconditional genuine love. Keep in mind I’ve believed in Him since I was a young girl, and was taught of His love from a young age but the idea and reality of His love never struck me until more recently.

God absolutely loves me even though I mess up everyday and I don’t deserve His love. I simply didn’t understand and couldn’t grasp that concept until I allowed the words of this song to sweep in and settle throughout me.

It’s like this: We can read the same verse three or four times and it may just come across as words and nothing more. It may not be until reading that same verse for the 100th time that we finally realize the power and hope found in those very words. And then it hits us like a ton of bricks and we have that “ah-ha” moment.

Sometimes God uses His people to amplify the meaning of His words, whether it’s through a song, a devotion, a church message, a fellow believer…fill in the blank.

For me, I was just taking for granted the raw truth of God’s love for me. I was missing an important key ingredient to my faith..functioning and believing in Him—but not absorbing the fullness of His words. I was reading scripture and applying it to my life, but not always in a heart-pounding, adrenaline-rushing way.

If you’d have asked me if God loved me I would’ve been quick to respond with, “yes, absolutely!”…because I knew the answer in my head from reading scripture, but my heart didn’t know and feel it.

The first time I heard Good Good Father was nearly a year ago. I was driving alone and as the music spilled from the car’s radio those words melted over my heart overwhelmingly. Tears ran down my cheeks as I soaked in the lyrics—

You’re a good good father
It’s who you are, it’s who you are, it’s who you are
And I’m loved by you
It’s who I am, it’s who I am, it’s who I am.

Those words brought me to tears over and over every time I’d hear that song because it became this revelation of finally understanding and realizing that I am loved by God.

I AM LOVED BY GOD!!

(It kind of makes me want to head to Colorado and shout it from the mountaintops).

There’s something about knowing who you are, more importantly knowing who you identify as (as a follower of Christ) and knowing who He is.

Being able to declare that you are loved by God…there’s just simply nothing like it.

It’s when you feel lost, hurt, broken, or lonely but knowing and saying, “everything is going to be alright because I AM LOVED BY GOD regardless of my circumstances or feelings.”

I don’t know anything or anyone else in the world that can provide that kind of grace, mercy, and truth. When you’re in those moments of despair all you want is to feel love, because relationships are all that really matter and Jesus’ love offers the ultimate healing and restoration.

It causes me to consider those who don’t know God as Lord and Savior, where do they draw hope and comfort? I’ve said it before: “I’m still kind of a mess some days, but without God I’d be a bigger mess.” I’m so thankful for a life with Him as my Good Good Father. I’ve tried it the other way (with me in control) and it’s always left me empty and disappointed.

You aren’t living, until you’re believing and living IN HIM—immersed in all He has to give as truth.

Do you know and trust that God loves you unconditionally?

Check out Good Good Father for yourself by clicking on the photo link.

Part 2: Remembering My Dad (story)

As the years move on, I slip further away from memories of my dad. In this crazy, busy world I must intentionally reminisce of our times together or I risk altogether losing the memory of the sweet time we had together…”

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October of 1983-mom, dad and I

*This is part 2 of a 3 part series- links to parts 1 and 3 are located at the bottom of this post

My father was not perfect, as no one is, but he was incredibly good to my mom, brothers, and me; hard-working and courageous and taking pride in caring for his family and looking after my epileptic mother. He struggled with drug and alcohol addictions for most of my younger years but eventually abandoned the two and in the mix found out who his true friends were. He began attending church regularly with my mom and us kids but soon afterward discovered an interest in an old-time hobby of his…

Dirt bike racing.

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Summer 1999-Photos from top left clockwise: mom, dad racing, brothers, me

Since the races were on Sunday mornings our church attendance as a family declined, while race attendance increased. The end of my dad’s first race season came in October of 1999 along with the abrupt end to his new hobby. Our lives were forever changed when a miscalculated double-jump left my father with a broken neck—paralyzed and ventilator dependent.

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Christmas of 2000-our last family photo

During that time my dad lived hours away in an assisted health facility for proper care. We visited him often, but tragedy would strike again not even two years after the motorcycle accident.

We brought my dad home to visit for the Fourth of July weekend, upon returning him back to his “rehab-home” I fell asleep behind the wheel. My father didn’t survive the car accident. I was just seventeen at the time, my dad only thirty-nine.

A life cut far too short.

In an uncanny way, that accident was a blessing in disguise—that morning my dad had told my mom he ‘didn’t like living this way, that he was thankful she was the one caring for him over the weekend, but he didn’t want to live this way anymore…’

Whew..deep breath..heavy heart..

That was nearly twenty years ago; I can still feel the sting of the pain even now…Goodness I miss my dad…

*Part 3 follows with the lessons and faith I’ve found since my dad’s passing

Let’s Share It!

God has sent us out on what is referred to as the Great Commission- sharing the gift of his Son and telling others about the Gospel (the life of Jesus)…What are we doing about it? Are we making every effort to live out this request?

Recently I was given the ideal opportunity to share my faith, but completely missed my chance due to a combination of oblivious focus and preoccupied thoughts. It wasn’t until after the conversation had been completed with this particular person and I was driving home that it finally occurred to me, ‘I should have shared my faith’…
I was actually at a doctor’s appointment when Continue reading “Let’s Share It!”