Destiny in Bloom

Journey of Discovery

February18

What happens when you think you’ve reached the point of feeling you know all there is of God? When you feel as if the journey is finished and this whole thing called “being a Christian” is just about doing and how much knowledge you have? When in a moment you realize there is no heart connection and you feel empty and cold? When you’re left to question, “What is this all about?”

When I moved to Texas from Michigan I have to admit my heart was in a state of brokenness and had become cold with disillusionment.  It was as if I felt nothing except for numbness, yet at the same time there was such a high intensity of pain present.

I had come to a point of fully believing there was nothing more to God, nothing else to learn of him. I know … that sounds really religious and arrogant, but it was the reality of my heart. I really believed that lie for a long time and never even realized it. The belief was so hard core that I was like, “Why have I been doing this my whole life? What is this all for? How can I serve a God that I’ve already figured out, when there is nothing more to discover or anything else to touch and see of him?” I FELT SO LOST!

For a long time, I wallowed in self-pity and cried tons of tears. I know that just sounds girly but it was really more about my heart crying out than being emotional. My heart was as hard as ice.

After about a year of being here in Texas, I found myself battling sickness for close to three months.  One night I came home, took a pregnancy test and found out that I was pregnant and miscarrying all at the same time.  It was the most PAINFUL moment of my life. I was devastated and angry and had never felt such pain, physically or emotionally, in my life. A life was being ripped from my heart and my body.

Even though I had not known I was pregnant before the test, I some how had an instant connection to that life inside me. That bond lead me to a moment where I had to decide what God was to me. Did I really believe there was no more to him?  Could I open up my heart again, or would I close it off for good? Can I just tell you that right there in that moment I had never felt the touch of God and the realness of his heart for me as I did screaming in my bed that night from all the hurt. I made the step in my own cold and darkened heart to open it up to Father God again; and in the midst of death, I felt life. It was not about what I did or did not do, or even about my head knowledge, it was simply a moment of hope that brought about faith–raw faith! I knew right then, even in the most painful loss I had ever known, that there was more to him. I would be on a journey of discovering him and allowing him to pursue me.

Right around that same time, we had some friends that were new on their journey and relationship with the Lord. As I watched the Lord drawing them in, and their growth journey in him, it became a live picture of God’s pursuit of us. It was powerful. It was another moment the Lord brought into my life to soften in my heart.

The key is: God NEVER stops pursuing us, we just stop letting him.

This whole season in my journey of discovering, Jason was praying for me and loving me just for who I was and how I felt, which most of the time I did not understand; but I look back now and see how and why. Having the right mate really counts, because he was truly a living example of God’s heart for me. It allowed me to eventually start feeling more than just pain. It is part of what took me from being lost to seeing more clearly.

This journey of discovering was all about God showing me he loved me enough to pursue me. I discovered my heart again, but even more so, I discovered that his heart is never ending.

All of this was to share with you that God is pursuing you and wants you to know he loves you. It is not about church. It is not about perfect religion. It is about your heart being connected to Fathers’; and realizing that there is more to his heart and more to yours.  When they connect again, you will see wonders; you will see new and fresh glimpses of him. You will not just feel again, but you will feel deep passion again.

What is your heart story, and where are you in the journey of discovering?
Bonnie Ruth


Bonnie-Ruth is passionate about living out loud in the midst of the good the bad and the ugly that life brings, allowing others to see that they are not alone in whatever they are facing.  She desires to see people, especially woman, experience the freedom of being exactly who they are at all times, rather than trying to play a “role”. She enjoys watching movies, shopping and drinking a good Starbucks … it’s how she takes a breather from the demands of life. Her favorite things are celebrating with friends, planning parties and hanging with family. Bonnie Ruth and her husband Jason have been married 9 years April 2010 and look forward to the day they become parents. Together they have been in ministry for 9 years and are now the lead pastors of a new church plant, Freedom Church in McKinney TX. She says, that her most incredible life moments are, “When my hubby and I said “I do” to each other and when we said “we will” to planting Freedom Church.Doing life in her community & meeting new people is her new thrill. She is on the most exciting journey of her life and would not want to be doing anything else. The Rolf’s believe ever story matters and no matter where you are or what you are doing; you can learn something from someone else’s story.

Freedom Church – www.freedomchurchnow.com

My Journey To Love

February17

My journey began with my conception: life, the first breath of hope given to me by my Heavenly Father. The first seed of love was planted within my spirit, surrounded by my soul, and encompassed by the flesh that I am identified by as: Shelly.

To look at my face or hear my voice you may just see an ordinary, all-American girl. But if you look a little deeper and listen a little closer, you’ll hopefully catch the portrait of my Heavenly Father’s love that overshadows the deep scars of choices that I have made for myself and those that I had no control over. It’s true that I am the eldest of two girls born to two very young, hurting, wounded, and toxic people, at best. Being a pastor’s kid, the natural assumption would be that I grew up in a safe and loving environment, but this was only the case on the outside. I suffered for many years at the hands of family members, learning to endure severe sexual abuse of all kinds and emotional torture as I was taught to hide the truth. Love and acceptance were always in huge supply as long as I met the requirements and followed the rules to the letter, but never, to my knowledge, offered without conditions even to this day.

When I was 23 and graduated from Bible College, I met my Knight on our campus.  We shortly grew in love on a mission’s trip to Scotland…castle and all!  Fast-forward five and a half years, we had moved from Dallas, Texas to Arizona to be close to the Clonts family, and with the birth of our fourth child I began to have surfacing memories. My answer was to run and live in denial, and I made the devastating choice to have an affair. But through God’s powerful seed of love, my precious husband’s passion to display God’s love to me, and the incredible ministry at our current church here in Frisco, Texas, I am here to declare that God’s love is deeper, wider, stronger, and more powerful than anyone or anything! I made an adult decision to invite Jesus to share life with me and to be baptized and receive my new name!

Through an incredible recovery program at our church, I am over twenty months free of the chains that had me bound and am currently leading worship! I love living life with my little nation of warriors and warrioresses, and my marriage continues to grow and strengthen each day. I stay free by submerging myself into the Word of God, surrounding myself with non-toxic relationships that I lovingly call my family of choice, and leading myself through Bible studies and monthly books with the WILD Women of our church! I can honestly say that the greatest key of freedom is the honesty and transparency that I daily experience with the Lord Jesus and my husband, Jason.

We have been married for nearly nine and a half years, and it has only been in the past eighteen months that we are learning what healthy boundaries and non-toxic relationships look like. I have chosen to forgive those who have abused me, just as I have been forgiven of the incredible sin I’ve committed. But this doesn’t mean that I live life with these people.  I choose to give God the freedom to do the healing He desires, with me out of the way, and allow true love to flourish.

I’ve been on many sides of love.  True love is just this: God’s heart beating through us so that the one we are connecting with is able to obtain a small, tangible part of Who God is for them! Love truly has very little to do with us and has everything to do with Jesus. The most intimate way, in my opinion, of serving others and becoming a servant leader is to place others first, so that they may be in the position to receive the purest form of love from God; by serving and loving them the way they need, not the way I may think they need.

My definition of love is this: love believes the best even when the one you love cannot; desires the best even if that goes against all your personal desires; and sees the best even as your feelings tell you otherwise.

The seed of love that Jesus planted within me is growing more each day as I choose to walk in His footprints that lay before me and as I grow through all the challenges that I am going through. I am completely in love with Jesus, my first love, and I am completely in love with my Warrior, Jason! Both continue to walk with me on this journey I call life, and neither one has left my side. I am honored, blessed, and so very grateful to be living this life and journeying with faith, hope, and love!

May this journey I have traveled this far be a light to your path, and in a small way, bring hope to your heart!

Shelly is honored to be the wife of her mighty Warrior, Jason for nine years,  mother of four precious little warriors, and one of the worship leaders her family of choice at Elevate Life Church in Frisco, Texas. She spends her time being lead into a deeper love relationship with Jesus through Bible study, leadership development books, and writing worship music. She enjoys family fun nights, cultivating their love language within their home, and drawing deeply from the healthy friendships God has given her with her “Besties”. The greatest key that she wears on her “tool belt” is willingness: being open to live life to the fullest … God’s way … loving living this life she’s been given!

Channeling My Inner Princess

February16

Rosie (Princessa Roslinda Montoya in hiding): I am not a fool; I will not let her make me something that I am not. I will turn the other cheek, it is what princesses do.

~Princess Protection Program by Disney

Sara Crewe: I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren’t pretty, or smart, or young. They’re still princesses. All of us. Didn’t your father ever tell you that? Didn’t he?

~ A little Princess, the movie.

I’ll be honest. Most days I don’t feel like God’s princess. My days are spent constantly serving others from my husband to my aging grandmother who we moved in with just this past year to help take care of. My life resembles the little cinder girl more than Cinderella. But there’s something inside of me, something deeper than the present that calls to me daily, telling me that I was made for more than this. It’s why I love any movie about princesses and it’s often in those movies that I am reminded about what’s true about me, about my identity.

When I was nineteen I faced my Identity head on. I had just accepted the Lord and I was studying music at the Boston Conservatory when I got the news that I had developed severe vocal nodules. Studying opera, I knew that having them would take me out of the running. Opera was the marathon of singing, and having a slight handicap would take me out of the race altogether. I knew it was time to go down a new path, but I was devastated. Singing was who I was. I’d never been beautiful, athletic, or especially smart. My brother was the genius, and I was the singer. That’s how I viewed myself. Without song, I had no idea who I was or what I wanted to do. I had in essence lost my identity.

This mindset led to years of searching and failed aspirations. I tried on identities like you’d try on clothes at the store, but nothing fit the God-sized whole I had in my heart. This year, during a ministry event at my church, the other shoe dropped and I humbled myself in front of God, knowing that He had the answer. The conclusion I finally came to is that my identity couldn’t be based on what I did. It had to be based on who I was, who God created me to be.

It all comes down to that doesn’t it? Identity, and what we believe about who we are. See, what we believe channels into how we live our lives. A child who believes he is stupid will strive to do nothing more, a single mother who believes she carries a scarlet letter will live out her life in fear of condemnation, a woman who believes she’s not worthy of love will seek out men who give her anything but. However, a child who believes she is God’s daughter, His princess, will live her life knowing she is capable of anything. A single mother who knows the love and forgiveness of Christ will live her life out in faith, and a woman who knows she is loved by The King will hold out for a prince!

When I humbled myself I had a vision of being crowned with a beautiful tiara. I knew that God was telling me what I’d longed to hear; that I was His Princess! I was the Daughter of a King! In the midst of His presence I cried, knowing that I’d finally found an identity that couldn’t be taken away. I was and always will be His Princess!

Alex lives in Texas with her husband, her grandmother, two dogs, and two cats (her zoo) and is an avid blogger who believes that the internet is the newest way to encourage women to be who God has called them to be. Alex is from Euless, Tx and attends Gateway Church.

You can find her blog on www.journeytobeauty.com.

To Proudly say, “I Don’t Know!”

February15

I sat waiting for my oldest son to get out of Museum Camp in the blistering hot Texas sun, listening to 2 ladies talk about a friend’s baby conception woes. This woman’s doctor had advised her to gain 15 pounds and it would help her, yet according to her “friend” she refused!  Baby fever. When you got it, you got it and when you don’t you don’t! When we got married we agreed we would wait about 4 years to have kids. We were 25 so that would put us about 30 by the time we had a baby. Truthfully, I was scared to gain weight!  Well 30 came and went. Momma still wasn’t ready. Daddy was ready the day we got married, I think! Meanwhile, I was still saying we would have a baby in about 4 years. My sweet patient husband gently reminded me that someday 4 years had to eventually get here! My girlfriend told me I would wake up one day and it would be like someone turned on a light. POOF! I was ready.   And so our long road to have a baby began …

In my zeal to “Not be FAT!” I spent most of my teens to mid 20’s on a self-imposed “restricted eating pattern”. So much so I barely weighed 90lbs when I graduated high school. Not much more by the time I got married. I could not have gotten pregnant if I wanted.  I still remember Dr. Fong telling me, when I was 17, I was suffering from malnutrition.  My goal at that time was to NEVER break 100lbs!  Looking back now I realize it was all about control.  I lacked control in other areas of my life, well, this was one area I could control!  When things were stressful I always made it my mission to lose 5 pounds.  It was a quick starvation ritual that I was highly successful at doing.  I was oblivious as to who was really in control.  I was raised in church, had read the Bible backwards and forwards many times, memorized most of it, but I did not trust God to be able to handle my life.  He had messed it up enough.  I needed to be the one in control.  Ever heard the phrase, “Let go and let God”?  More like, ‘Let go and let God screw it up.’, in my mind!  In our weakest moments we sometimes cling to the one thing we have control of, never realizing that is the thing we control the least!

No one tells you when you are young about the long-term ramifications of this destructive eating behavior. For me it stretched far beyond just not being able to get pregnant in my thirties. The control freak that I am was completely out of control with this “having a baby” issue.  My husband and I had made an agreement we were not going to do any fertility treatments.  We felt strongly that if this were God’s design for us it would happen.  Talk about letting go.  This was the beginning for me.  It was not without struggle.  It was not without tears.  It was not without prayer!  During this journey I realized that control issues are really trust issues.  I did not truly trust him to take care of me, to give me the desires of my heart, to listen to my cry.  Exhausted from charting, plotting, testing, waiting, hoping and praying I broke down one day about 3 months before we finally got pregnant sitting in my car in a parking lot.  It all came crashing down on me as only He can do, “I don’t control anything!” My only job here is to trust and then that ton of bricks became so weightless.  I knew I had surrendered my will and I could finally accept His!

The sad truth is eating disorders are rampant in our society.  More so than we realize because they are not talked about!  I told myself I did not have a problem because I never made myself throw up.  Although I would function off about 800 calories a day.  Overcoming this is a life-long process.  Not because it is a lifelong struggle but because the enemy takes the opportunity to hit you when you are down.  Only with God can we overcome.  I have conquered this with grace and acceptance, although I know I am not above it.  It is always in the back of my mind.  And for me that is not a bad thing.  It is a reminder of what I could be without that total acceptance only God gives.

Looking back on that year and a half it took us to get pregnant with our first son; I realize that was when I finally let go of my CONSTANT obsession for control.  Psalms 2:12 says ‘Blessed are those that put their trust in HIM.’  We have been blessed with two healthy beautiful boys.  During my first pregnancy I made a conscious decision not to look at a scale at all.  When I arrived at the hospital to have the baby, the nurse asked me how much I weighed and I proudly said, “I don’t know!”

Rena Arnold is wife to the most amazing man, Brandon Arnold, who loves to do laundry! She is mom to 2 scrumptious boys and big sister to 5 beautiful, younger sisters. Rena and her family are members of White’s Chapel UMC.  Both raised in the Metroplex, Rena and her husband have a heart for God and our community.  Together they believe in reaching out to those around you and truly giving to others your heart.   Rena is a work from home sometimes commercial real estate broker, all the time Mom and an avid  community volunteer.  She is passionate about giving to others; strangers, friends, children, her attention, love and respect and teaching her boys to do the same.  And always hoping her husband teaches their boys to love laundry!

I’ll take friendship for $1000

February12

I’m not sure if I’ve ever known friendship like I know it today.  I mean true, deep, cut-to-the-chase, don’t worry I’ve got your back, I saw how much cake you ate, you haven’t called me back in days, how can I ever thank you kind of friendship.  It’s been a mixed bag lately, but I feel like I’ve had a front row seat in the arena, courtside tickets if you may.  I’m up so close that I can hear the strategy of the teams, the ticking of the clock, and the voices of the television announcers. I can smell the concession stand, see the radical fans, and hear the conversations of the people sitting near me saying it’s never going to work, or this one is gonna be close.

It’s the story of my life right now; it’s taken an unexpected but very welcome detour, and it has some of my friendships in a tailspin.  It has made me take more than a moment to look inwardly and caused me to spend some serious time listening intently.  It has made me think of last summer when my husband and I had to attend the funeral of one of his co-workers that took his own life.  Wow, you must be thinking, “What could be so serious that she’s thinking about that”?  Well, it wasn’t the funeral itself, but what happened afterwards that has got me thinking about this gift called friendship.  A few of us were walking back to our cars in disbelief, when one of our friends said, “Let’s pretend it’s my funeral, and let’s go to Hawaii and everyone can say those wonderful things about me”.  Although he was mildly joking and really trying to express how all of us were feeling about what had been said in the service, I–in typical speak before you really think fashion–said, “How about we just forget the funeral part and Hawaii and work to really show and tell you how great we think you are and how much we value you in our lives?”  It was a solemn moment as we all just kind of silently agreed that our future and the definition of true friendship had just been re-aligned.

Well that was 6 months ago, and even though I have always tried to show and speak love to my friends, I find myself back in the place where I am trying to define what a real friend looks like, and how I can walk that out daily.  I have been quietly laughing with myself when I think about my friends together with the scripture that reads, ”Don’t forsake the gathering of the brethren” in a deep tenor voice. I know good and well that the scripture is not in reference to friendship, but for some reason I keep thinking, I’m not smart enough to put those two together so it must be the Holy Spirit trying to teach me something.  He is.

He’s back to teaching me the same thing that I thought I had learned after each child I had was born.  I would find myself deep in newborn mode and overwhelmed by motherhood, while somewhere nearby was a friend, looking for me, and because of my intense focus, I had temporarily put her on the shelf while I figured out how to be a mother to 1, then 2, then 3.  He’s back to teaching me not to solely rely on myself, or hide until I’ve got it all figured out and can present it with a pretty bow.  No, He’s reminding me not to forsake my friends while I’m in the trenches trying to figure it out, or to neglect my God-given need to gather with them.  I have a DEEP God-given need to gather with them.  Some call it extroverted, some call it social, but a friend of mine calls it being a sanguine on a level all my own.  That definition is my favorite because I love people.  All people. But I really love my friends.

They come in all shapes and sizes, and lately they have been coming out in full force while I admit I have been trying to resort to my old ways.  I’ve gotten phone calls of encouragement, letters of congratulations, molten cakes for celebration, and even a couple of looks and comments that say, “You are in way over your head sister!” But this time, I’m listening intently and watching carefully over the gifts that have been sent my way.  I need them to be the powerful force that God ordained them to be.  The Bible even says it’s better to have a friend who is close in Spirit than a brother who is far off in heart.  To me that means it’s better to re-visit my promise last summer to tell my friends how much I love them and let them know how much I value them in my life, even if I arise from the trenches with mud on my face to do it.

So here I am, 3 weeks into this new chapter of my life and so grateful that this time around the mountain I have clearly heard the voice of the Holy Spirit reminding me of the friendships that I require to help me successfully reach the other side.  I’ve also come to terms with the reality that some of them may not make it on this journey because it’s a journey that requires selflessness and understanding on all of our parts, and an extra portion of grace for me while I journey on, and not everyone is equipped for all of that right now.  But there are some. They are the one that have been cheering for me everyday, lifting my arms, watching my babies, baking me cookies and counting my calories.  Those are the ones that I’m keeping close by, because I’m finding that these journeys do come along more than once in a lifetime, and you gotta have friends.

Me Time

February10

“Okay, I really want to take some time for me. Is that wrong? Why do I always feel guilty for going to my monthly women’s dinner? Maybe I should just cancel since my kids really want me stay at home?” Does this sound like anyone you know? Or you?

I really hesitated at first regarding this particular blog. I mean, I’m not delving into world hunger, or the fresh move of the Holy Spirit here (maybe next week). This is so practical, yet, needed. How many of you reading this would say that you have a hobby of some sort? What about time to yourself every now and then? How many would say that you feel guilty when you leave your children, so you just try not to?

We all know that being a mom is a full time job. Unless we make an effort, we probably won’t get many breaks in between laundry, grocery stores, cooking, cleaning, car pool, sleepovers, homework, diapers, peanut butter and jelly (or almond butter for my health conscious friends!), and the list goes on.

For this topic, I was honored to interview someone who I admire greatly. I have watched her over the past twelve years not just talk the talk- but walk the walk. She is deeply in love with Jesus and quite the prayer warrior. She has successfully raised five amazing children, and just last year sent her fifth child off to college. She is my Mother-in-Law, Kay Barnard.  Here is her advice to either those going to be moms or already moms:

Celeste: Kay, what would you say to a mom who says she just doesn’t have the time to invest much in friendships or doing something she enjoys?

Kay: She has to. She has to set time for those kinds of things. It’s not healthy if she doesn’t. It’s important to have our priorities in order. Time with the Lord, time with our husband, time with our kids, time for ministry, and time for friendships.

Celeste: As a mom who just sent her 5th child to college, what was that like for you?

Kay: It was a very interesting life changing experience. To realize that after 33 years of being ‘mom’, that aspect of it was actually over. I had to process that.  Of course there were some emotional times that I went through.  There are seasons of life and I spent much time preparing for this season. You gradually let them go, preparing each time.

Celeste: Do you feel like you had invested time in yourself and in friendships, your marriage, and your walk with God- that you’ve been able to just continue doing the things you enjoy and have a passion for?  And wouldn’t you agree, that there are many aspects of ‘me’ time: My time with the Lord, my time with my husband, and my time with me?

Kay: The number one thing that got me through parenting and raising five kids was my quiet time with the Lord. My time with the Lord was number one. And I would also like to address your marriage. We always made it a priority to get away together one or two times a year by ourselves. I know first hand that there is a lot of preparation involved.  We had to get a reliable babysitter, get the kids packed, pack our own items, make arrangements for activities, etc.  And I remember thinking “Will this be worth it?” But every time we came back, we always agreed it was so worth it! It kept our relationship vibrant and growing. We invested in our marriage first, and then the kids. As far as having time with other women, I loved to pour myself into the church, and people, and continue to do so today. Of course, I have even more time now. But it wasn’t like my life drastically changed when they all went off to college. I am still involved in my loves, Bible study and fellowship. It was never like “oh my goodness, how do I fill my time?” And now there’s just more time to do things I enjoy like learning new things. My husband and I are even taking a course on investing in stocks! It’s so important to do things like learning something new; keeping up interests- something that gets you excited. I have never felt like I’ve neglected my kids, never. I was actually a better mom because I took time off to do some things I enjoyed.  I would come back with more joy; excited to be home with my family; refilled.

Now it is a balancing act. There were so many things that I was asked to do at the church as an elder’s wife. I definitely had to say no to some things. Actually, a lot of things! I had to pick and choose. I would say yes to the things I knew I was called to do and that nurtured me like prayer and Bible study and pouring myself into others. Unfortunately, I always felt so guilty for saying no. If I could go back I would not allow myself to feel guilty when I had to say no. Do not feel guilty! Guilt weighs you down. Do not allow others (or even yourself) to put guilt on you. Know your priorities!

Celeste: What advice would you give to moms on this topic of making time for themselves? Please add anything else you feel would encourage us moms or moms to be on the topic of finding some ‘me’ time- and how that would actually enhance our lives and motherhood.

Kay: Enjoy the journey (love this), don’t let others manipulate you and put guilt on you for your decisions. Set your priorities and stick to them. If you have a plan, stick to it and don’t live in guilt. Please spend some time with your husband away from kids. It’s so important for the kids to see healthy parents being modeled. And finally, make time for vital friendships.

I hope you’ve been encouraged by our interview, I know I have. I hope this week you can sit down with your calendar and schedule in some ‘me’ time.  Whatever nurtures and energizes you, think about it. For me, it’s scrap booking, reading and writing, and cycling. And I have to put it on the calendar and see to it just like I would any other appointment. If you work full time, I know this will be a challenge, but it’s so worth it. You might need to schedule every other Saturday morning for something you enjoy. You will probably need to enlist either a babysitter or your husband. It’s important for women, especially mothers, to take regular time to do things that nurture our souls and keep us feeling alive; if we don’t, we could face burnout, and we won’t be very helpful to anyone! Be encouraged, and enjoy the journey!

Psalm 37:3-4 Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart.

Celeste Barnard

The Scarlet Letter A

February8

Several months ago I woke up from a dream that I could not get out of my head.  Have you ever had this happen to you and you spent a good part of your day recalling the dream and trying to remember more of it?  Or sometimes I even like to play “finish your own dream” and create different scenarios in my head to finish my dream that I was awakened from before I finished dreaming it.  Now that’s fun!  But back to the dream that I couldn’t get out of my head.  I was at some sort of conference.  I’m not sure what the conference was for, where I was at or even who I was with.  The strange thing was it was outside and the “classes” were in camping tents.  Let’s just pause right here.  Anyone that knows me knows that I consider staying at the Motel 6 camping so the idea of me going to a conference in an outdoor camping tent (with bugs, spiders, dirt and no AC!) is just …  just …  well, it’s just ridiculous!  But back to the dream.  So in my dream we were to go to classes in the tent and I walked up and a lady said to me “Do you struggle with needing approval or feeling loved?” She pointed to the tents and said “That one’s Approval and that one’s Feeling Loved.”  I looked at her and without hesitation said “Oh, I’ll definitely go to the approval tent.  I don’t have any issues with feeling loved.”

CHIRP!  CHIRP!  CHIRP!  CHIRP!  CHIRP!  CHIRP!  And so went the sound of my alarm clock and the end of my dream.  I got up out of bed ready to start my day but the “tent dream” was still in my head.  I knew immediately there was more to this dream then just another random confirmation of my love for all things indoor.  I knew in my spirit God wanted to finish this dream.  So, I asked the Lord, “Lord, what do you want to tell me about this dream?  What does this mean?”  Silence.  So as any woman (poised with a daily quota of a mouth full of words) would do when the response is silence I continued on.  “Lord, I know I have always struggled with the need for approval. I know I wear my Scarlet Letter A (standing for Approval that is). I don’t want to be this way.  I know you are the only one I need approval from.  Help me to remember this every day.  Is that what you wanted to show me Lord?” I asked.  Silence.  So I went on with my day with a sense that there was more to this dream than what I was able to see.

Days went by and each day I would think about this dream and ponder the word approval.  I could not get this silly dream out of my head for weeks and each time I would think about it the word approval kept flashing in my head in neon lights (well, bright pink actually … it’s my favorite).  During this time I was also praying about what God would have me write for my next post on Destiny in Bloom (yes, that would be the one you are reading now ;) ).  Again, the silly dream and the word approval kept coming back.  Immediately, I told the Lord He must have something better for me to write about.  After all, why would I want to tell a bunch of people that I struggle with the need for approval?!? Isn’t that like sending a diabetic to work in a candy shop!  Can’t I write about something a little less personal, like someone else’s problems?  I think you’ve probably figured out by this point who won the little argument about what I’d write about.  But, even having a topic for my blog post wasn’t the point of my dream.

The Lord had something bigger to show me about my dream (I’m just blessed to get to share it with you).  After weeks of praying, pondering, purposing (yeah, I don’t really know what purposing means I just wanted to go with the letter P theme) He spoke!  The Lord, that is, not my husband.  Although he does speak.  Ahem.  The Lord spoke to me and said, “Do you think it is a coincidence that the other tent is for those that have a hard time feeling loved?  You know, the one that you ‘don’t have any issues with’?”  I thought about it and I didn’t really think there was any correlation at first.  Then came the revelation.  While it may be true that I have struggled with needing approval from others that is not the root issue.  There was a correlation between the two tents.  One was the root problem and the other was just a symptom of the root problem.

Struggling with the need for approval from others is just a symptom of not being able to fully receive the love that our Father so freely gives.  Does this mean I’m not a Christian?  Or maybe that you aren’t a Christian if you struggle with the same thing?  With a loud shout, “No!”  It means I’m a sinner saved by grace working out my salvation and all that it fully means.  You see we are imperfect people filled with all sorts of misconceptions, hurts, “baggage”, etc.  before we come to accept Christ as our Savior.  After we accept Him as our Savior, guess what … we are still imperfect people!  Our Father is so loving and gracious to change us and show us areas where we are living “below the poverty line” so to speak.  Here is what He showed me.  My opinion of myself reflects my opinion of the one who created me.  To me this translated that if I do not receive the fullness of the Love of my sweet Savior how can I ever expect to love myself and in turn not seek that love from other people?  That Scarlet Letter A that I had been wearing for so many years is no longer necessary.  My Savior poured out his blood all over that Scarlet Letter A when he died on the cross for me and He took it and gave me a Crimson Letter A.  But, this Letter A stands for Approved.  His act of love on the cross is the cure for my “love” problem and all of its symptoms.  I had all of this “knowledge” in my head I just needed it to be supernaturally shifted to my heart.  And THAT is exactly what happened.
“God is love, and all who live in love live in God, and God lives in them.  And as we live in God, our love grows more perfect.” 1 John 4:16-17

As I was thinking about this I thought back to when I was 15 years old and was in an accident.  Because I don’t need your approval anymore I am not embarrassed to say that I was 15 years old and in a BICYCLE accident! :) My sister and I were babysitting for a little girl and every day we would take bike rides.  We were riding on a narrow sidewalk and somehow my sister’s wheel on her bike got caught on my wheel and caused me to fall off.  When I fell I landed on the wheel of one of the bikes and the screw gashed my leg open.  Like any normal 15 & 16 year olds would do in a bicycle emergency we called 911!  I got to take a nice little ambulance ride to go get 13 stitches in my leg.  My parents were at work at the time so they met us at the hospital.  As the ambulance backed up to the hospital I could see my Dad standing there waiting for the ambulance doors to open.  He had only gotten a call that I was being brought by ambulance to the hospital so he had no idea what was wrong with me.  He stood there with tears in his eyes as the doors to the ambulance opened.  And there I sat on the stretcher grinning from ear to ear as I had just taken a ride with what I thought was a “hot” paramedic.  I looked at my Dad and he was so relieved that it was just a cut on my leg.  I can’t explain to you the look in his eyes that communicated his deep love for me.  When thinking back on this the Lord reminded me that although my earthly Father’s love for me was SO SO great it doesn’t even begin to compare to the way He feels about me.  I got my stitches and went on about my 15 year old ways with a great story to tell. When my stitches came out I had a nice scar in the middle of my leg in the shape of a backwards “L”.  But when I look in the mirror now I see it the correct way.  I see it as an “L” and just another reminder that I have been stamped (permanently) with His Love!

If you do struggle with a particular problem, be it the need for approval (Psalm 139:13), self-image (Genesis 1:27), fear (1 John 4:18), eating disorders (Jeremiah 31:3) or whatever, I challenge you to look deeper.  Consider the possibility that your “problem” could just be a symptom.  Ask the Lord to show you.  I have no doubt that He will.  And be ready for how He shows you … He is fun, creative and has a great sense of humor!

Kelli Jones

So … How Far Is Too Far Anyways?

February5

I usually write more to the young, married, moms; the women in the same stage of life that I’m in right now. But this is for all our unmarried readers- God put you on my heart this week- He sees you! I was reminded of a conversation I had with a friend of mine not long ago. She was a young unmarried woman and in a relationship with a young man from her church. We were talking about all sorts of things; but as is to be expected when two women start talking the subject turned to her relationship.  Specifically … SEX. Yeah. That’s right. I’m about to go there.

Ok, so my friend was young, but not a teenager; she was a Christian, but new to the faith; she had committed herself to purity going forward, but was not a virgin. Her relationship was getting serious and the question was beginning to gain in urgency … How far is too far?

She was getting frustrated because she felt the Bible was silent regarding her question. It’s easy to get caught up trying to make boundaries like, ‘kissing is okay but no tongue.’ or ‘It’s ok to lie down on the couch together, but not after midnight.’ or ‘Just nothing below the waist.’ But you have to realize that God really ‘gets’ us. He really knows our ins and outs and how, in the face of serious hormones and raging lust, we can figure out ways to stay within our ‘boundaries’ and yet get ourselves completely mired in impurity. Believe me I know. Been there, done that, had to repent. (No t-shirt though, that might get awkward)

But guess what?!! The boundaries are totally there, down to a tee, you just have to know where to look. (NOTE: Sadly, I can’t claim that I am the Queen of all Spirituality and Purity and found this on my own, I learned about it from Dean Sherman when I was in Youth With A Mission. He has a great book called ‘Love, Sex, and Relationships’ that is fan-TA-bulous and will blow your mind- buy it, read it, love it.)

Ok so where are these oh-so-very-clear boundaries? They are buried in a couple of really long words that most people read and then ignore because they have NO idea what they mean. But for the sake of this particular question here is the main one- Lasciviousness.

“Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these; Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness.” Galatians 5:19

“And lest, when I come again, my God will humble me among you, and that I shall bewail many which have sinned already, and not repented of the uncleanness and fornication and lasciviousness which they have committed.” 2 Corinthians 12:21

Uh-huh … so, what the heck does that mean? Well, we know that adultery and fornication are really big bad no-no’s and anything you need to repent from is probably a bad thing so we can draw the conclusion that lasciviousness is sin. The bible uses some really strong language when talking about it, even talking about it barring some from entering the Kingdom of Heaven, so this is not something we want to mess around with, am I right?! But again- what the heck does it mean? In order to find out the real depth of the word you have to get all scholarly and get into the Greek word; Dean Sherman does that beautifully, if you want to go all hardcore get his book, you won’t regret it. The super-un-technical-Melissa-definition is: ‘Lasciviousness is anything you intentionally do to build up any desire in another person or yourself that can’t be fulfilled and satisfied within God’s plan.’ Whoa. So think on that for a second. God is so freaking awesome. That’s relevant for any day and age, any culture, and any age person. There just isn’t any getting around that because God is looking to our motives and intentions.

So, a woman that does a scandalously sexy dance for her husband and prances around their room half-nekkid is totally fine because the desire she is igniting in her husband can be totally satisfied within the confines of God’s Plan. But the teen girl who is walking to her class with a little extra sway and a sexy smile for that boy watching her could be just as much in sin as the boy watching porn on the computer when no one is home. It all depends on the motive in her heart.

It’s also good news because for way too long young women have been forced to carry the burden of responsibility for what goes on in the minds of the young men around them. Too many times in the church, well meaning people place the burden of sexual purity solely on the young women they lead. Should women be conscious of how they dress and conduct themselves? Should we be modest? Of course! But if a girl is in submission to the authority in her life (such as her parents and the dress code at her school) and has no intention or motive in her heart to look ‘sexy’ and get boys to notice how ‘hot’ she is, then if a boy does look at her and think inappropriate thoughts and lust after her, she is blameless. It’s all about your motives.

It goes both ways. I’ll use myself as an example. My mother used to be SO frustrated when I was a teenager because she could never figure out how I could be wearing the same things she saw other girls wearing but somehow on me it just looked … inappropriate. I could be completely covered up, it didn’t matter how long my hem was or loose my shirts were. I always seemed indecent. It was because I had a spirit of lasciviousness on me. I wanted boys to notice me and maybe think I was sexy. I didn’t understand exactly what went on in guy’s heads, but I wanted attention and I was out to find it.

So back to the all-important question we all ask as teenagers or young adults- How far is too far? Anything you intentionally do that causes a desire in your boyfriend or fiancée that can’t be righteously satisfied is too far. Anything your boyfriend or fiancée does to stir up desires in you that can’t be fulfilled within God’s plan is too far. It might be different for you than it is for your friend, but chances are it doesn’t allow for much making out … Sorry, just the fact. The whole point of making out is to turn each other on physically, sounds like that falls into the category of too far, huh?

Our God is way too loving and wonderful to give us boundaries that don’t fully protect us, because that’s what it does. It protects you, his beloved daughter, who is priceless beyond all else.

Can I Speak To The Lady Of The House?

February3

If you are over the age of 25, you can probably remember life without cell phones and email. Those of us a little older and wiser than 20 somethings can even remember talking on telephones that were plugged into a wall and had a cord that connected the receiver to the base. (My parents were smart and installed an extra, extra long cord on our kitchen phone, which facilitated my sisters and I being able to hand wash dishes—no automatic dishwasher back then–and talk on the phone at the same time.) Way back in those days of corded phones when people actually answered their home phone and couldn’t screen their calls, a salesperson would call and ask, “Can I speak to the mother of the house?”

The telemarketer knew that the mother of the house makes many of the decisions about what products to buy and how the money is spent. They didn’t want to waste time talking to a non-decision maker. The mother of the house had and still has tremendous influence on her family.

In this post I want to borrow that phrase from the telemarketers and slightly modify it to say, “Can I speak to the lady of the house?” Can I speak to you about your influence? If you are not a mother or wife, I believe the principles still apply. If you are not a female, I hope I at least give you some food for thought. I don’t want to sell you anything. I simply want to remind you of the power of your influence.

Every single person on the planet has influence. Most of us desire to exert positive influence, but negative influence also happens. Even the most isolated person makes an impact on others because we are not born in a vacuum. What we do, how we act, and who we are affect the people around us in both good and bad ways. So whether you feel important or not, you do have influence. Whether you see the fruit of your influence or not, you are making ripples in other people’s ponds.

Not only do you have influence, but your influence is as unique as you are. No two thumbprints look exactly the same, and no two DNA’s match up identically, and no two people touch the same lives in exactly the same way. I can’t influence the same people as you, first of all because I don’t know everyone you know, and secondly because our personalities, beliefs, habits, interests, strengths and weaknesses are not all the same. Our lives find purpose in part in knowing that I am the only me that is me, and you are the only you that is you. I can’t help but marvel at the intelligence and greatness of our Creator to imagine and create the roughly 6 billion unique people alive today, much less all those who have lived before us. (See Psalm 139.)

Not only do you have influence, not only is your influence unique, but you can choose how you will spend your influence. Adolf Hitler cultivated influence then used it to annihilate a generation. Mother Teresa gained more influence every time she gave her life to those who couldn’t give back. Your sixth grade teacher chose to extend her influence by investing in young lives. You and I probably land with the teacher, somewhere between Hitler and Teresa, in how we impact others. But you never know where your choices will take you–Mother Teresa started out as a teacher!

Can I speak to the lady of the house?

You have influence.

Your influence is unique.

How will you spend your influence?

The Veil

February1

She turned the corner he saw her and his breathing stopped.  Her form was a silhouette against the stained glass behind her, when she moved forward his heart beat faster.  She was beautiful and she was giving herself to him today.  She glided down the aisle and the light illuminated her dress.  He could hardly wait for her to come to his side.  In a few moments he would lift the veil, and kiss the woman he loved.

The veil separated them, though it was only a sheer fabric.  It was enough to obscure his view.  They stood face to face, and still could not see each other the way that they would soon.  For a moment she felt fear; what would he feel when he sees her?  Then she rested in the fact that she spent the whole day, in some ways her whole life preparing for this moment.  As the veil lifted, He saw her face.  And she saw him. Looking in his eyes she saw herself, not as in a mirror, but in the look in his eyes.

The veil separates and obscures the view.  It hangs between the bride and the groom, waiting for the moment of unveiling.  The veil of the lovers’ ceremony is a visible picture of the veil we read about in Jesus’ own love story.  We read throughout the scriptures of this veil that obscures our view of reality.  And we think often of the day when the veil will be lifted, and we will see Him face to face.  But do we ever think of how He made it possible for the veil to be lifted?  Specifically, Jesus crossed over to our side of the veil first.

Jesus’ journey from heaven to earth spanned more than geography.  He moved from the realm of ultimate beauty into the things you most dislike about yourself.  The things we hope no one ever knows about us, He knew and, purposefully, lovingly stepped right into them.  The thing you are most ashamed of and most try to hide, even the thing that is most hidden to your eyes. He lifted the veil and entered in.

The thing that allows us to lift the veil and approach Him with confidence is the assurance that He already knows what is underneath.  And He finds us lovely.

Paul tells the Corinthian church that there is a veil over our heart when “Moses is read” and it is only removed when we turn to the Lord.  Does this mean we should avoid the Old Testament?  Certainly not.  Paul is referring to the Law.  In our world we must understand the law as a reference to our focus on external, human standards.  The Law is anything that provokes self-reliance and self-sufficiency.  It also provokes comparison.

Under the law we begin to measure ourselves and one another by external, temporary standards, we are blinded and this veil remains.  How do I look?  Am I performing well?  These kinds of questions provoke hiding.  Hiding our true condition and hiding our hearts.  We fear that someone may look past the surface, see the truth and reject us.  The veil provides a false sense of safety.  If others see dimly I may not be rejected.  When we read the law, measure by man’s standards of comparison we hide.

Now comes Jesus.  In case you did not know, it is worse behind your veil than you think.  Part of the effect of the veil is that it blinds even the one who wears it.  Behind your veil was more than a mess, it stinks.  The smell of death was there. Behind your veil are all the things you fear and more.

Without hesitation He plunged in.  Fully aware and with healing in His wings, He climbed behind the veil of His bride.  Not to point out flaws but to prepare her.  The bride fears that anyone might see behind the veil.  This was not just anyone, this was God, and He did not just see, he knew.  And He began to work.

Now look with me.

She turns the corner and His breathing stops.  As the two draw close, His heart beats faster.  He knows she is beautiful though she is wearing a veil He has seen her face before.  Finally, the two are face to face.  He reaches for the veil.  Her heart beats now.  She fears that when He sees her face, He will turn away.  She knows He is radiant and glorious.

But He spent His life preparing for this moment.  It is He who has been at work behind her veil, and she has no idea of all that has been accomplished.  She looks from behind the veil, afraid of the look in His eyes when He finally sees her face.  She feels a momentary wash of shame, and then He sees her unveiled.  She looks at Him and sees herself in His eyes.  Not as in a mirror, but she sees His response to her.  She is loved and cherished.  She rests in the fact that He sees her and looks pleased.

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