WFMW: Because Your Yes Is Worth It

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I’m happy to welcome this week’s guest post from Andrea for my Wednesday series Yes, Works For Me! Please welcome her and be encouraged by her yes to God and continue to link up what works for you.

God has given each of us gifts, passions and dreams that are for His glory.
These desires and passions are all to advance the kingdom.
He wants to use each of us to do amazing things.

What you do everyday is good. You are doing the faithful work He has called you to.
He has great plans for your life. He has great vision and purpose for you.

I am writing these words and I really believe them in my heart.

But…I get stuck on a few details.

I am a mess.
My life is messy and not perfect.
At. All.

How can I say yes to God size dreams when I can’t even control the family laundry?

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How can I say yes to the desires and stirrings in my soul when I stink at meal planning and when my kids eat more cereal and mac&cheese than I care to admit?

How can I say yes to the dreams that are tearing me apart and scare the living daylights in me; the dreams that bring me to my knees and make me tremble?

How do I step outside of my everyday life and walk in the dreams and visions He has called me to?

Am I so bold to say, “Lord, I can’t seem to wash my kids’ underwear, but here am I, send me?”

Am I that audacious?
No. I’m not.

It’s easier for me to cower in my mess and say, “Lord, I am not qualified. I am not perfect. I can’t even match socks correctly. I forget to put a timer on meals and burn them often. I call going to the library ‘school’ more than I probably should and then I don’t return books and rack up embarrassing fines.”

Yet God says, “You think I don’t know you’re crazy? You think I don’t see your mess?
I see it. I’m calling you anyways. I give you dreams and visions despite the mess.
If you give the mess and the crazy to me…I will make it beautiful and fruitful.”

Because, ya’ll…He is really good at taking nothing and making something.
He is really good at taking cowards and making them brave.
He is really good at taking the meaningless, everyday mess and producing an overflow of greatness.
He is really good at taking the unqualified and making them purposeful and outstanding.

Because ya’ll…He made Eve from a rib and her womb was fruitful.
He made Esther bravely step up and she saved a nation.
He made Ruth do the work of gleaning and from her womb came the line of the Savior.
He made Peter, an unqualified, mess of a fisherman speak words of truth that saved 3000 people in ONE day.

God is worth the mess of life.
He is worth the crazy, beautiful, big dreams of life.

He desires for you to say yes.

Say yes, because what God is leading you to is worth everything.
Say yes, because God is worth it.
Say YES.

 

Bio:

Andrea Portilla has been married to her high school sweetheart for 11 years and she is also a mom and home educator to three amazing kids. Andrea can be found online at 5 Minutes for Faith and will soon be contributing to the new online magazine, Faith, Truth and Love. Andrea writes about her passions, faith and imperfections at BeautifulCraziness and her greatest desire is to inspire women to walk faithfully in what God has called them to within in their own beautiful, crazy lives.

 


WFMW: Saying “Yes” and Trusting God to Provide

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I’m happy to welcome this week’s guest post from LeeAnn for my Wednesday series Yes, Works For Me! Please welcome her and be encouraged by her yes to God and continue to link up what works for you.

Snuggled in our king-sized bed under mounds of fluffy down feathers, sleep overtook me as I waited for my husband to come home from a late night meeting at the church we helped plant less than four years prior. As a pastor on staff, his days and nights were filled with meetings, ministry, and more meetings. Our marriage and family life were struggling under the weight of expectations and other challenges of ministry life. His heavy footsteps treading down the hall woke me and the words, “I think I’m going to resign” came gently tumbling out of his mouth.

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In one night, my comfortable identify as a pastor’s wife in the church we loved came crashing down.

In the months ahead, I followed my husband into uncharted, uncertain territory as he moved from a steady (albeit small) church ministry salary to launching his own pastoral life coaching business and ministry. It didn’t take long to see God’s hand of favor in the one-on-one interactions he had on a daily basis, and my husband’s faith moved him to try audacious things as a new small business owner.

But I was scared.

Our tiny emergency fund wasn’t even the amount of one month’s salary and everyone knows starting your own business isn’t a recipe for quick financial success. My full time income alone wasn’t enough to meet our basic household financial obligations.

“Deep down I knew God was calling us to something radical,” writes Kristen Welch in Rhinestone Jesus. “And even though radical terrified me, I was more afraid of not following God.”

As his wife, I desperately wanted to support my husband in this new opportunity as he ministered to those who would never step foot in the door of a church but who would listen to godly wisdom shared in the context of creating goals and breaking down life’s hurdles.

His faith was contagious and it prompted my journey from a fear-based religion to a faith-based relationship with Jehovah Jireh, our Provider.

After two years of struggling financially when every month we have more bills than income, we have watched month after month God provide in large and small ways for our needs.

  • My husband’s new office needed painting? One of his first clients gave him a gift card to a paint store and friends provided the labor.
  • The kids needed pajamas? Old Navy had their exact sizes on clearance for $0.47. (No, that’s not a typo…less than a dollar each!)
  • No money for gas or groceries one month? A client gave me a card and $400 in cash with a note encouraging me as the wife of a world-changer…she knew it was hard and wanted to encourage me to continue to follow my husband as he pursued God’s call for his life.
  • The mortgage payment in jeopardy of not being paid on time? Without knowing the need, a friend gave us a check that more than covered the payment.
  • Christmas coming up and no money for gifts or extras? A family gave us $200 and told us to enjoy the holiday.

There are so many more examples of God’s faithfulness and provision through this time. We have learned that remembering God’s past faithfulness is the key to moving forward in bold faith.

Saying “yes” to God even in the midst of uncertainty has proven to be the greatest blessing. While I still at times struggle with fear as our financial situation each month is filled with unknowns, I am learning that “our need cannot be bigger than God’s provision.” (Gary Morland)

As we continue to say “yes,” He continues to provide for our needs, one day at a time.

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Growing up all along the east coast in a military family, LeeAnn Taylor has settled in North Carolina with her husband Chuck and two spunky kids, Salem and Sekaiah (with one more on the way!). She’s learned that living out the Christian life authentically requires daily submitting the pieces of our broken lives to God, the Ultimate Artist, allowing him to craft them into a beautiful mosaic masterpiece that can be used for His glory. She writes at The Mosaic Life about the journey of releasing fear & control, living intentionally, and embracing the freedom of Christ.

 


WFMW: Your Yes Is Enough

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I’m happy to welcome this week’s guest post from Michelle for my Wednesday series Yes, Works For Me! Please welcome her and be encouraged by her yes to God and continue to link up what works for you.

I remember gazing at the check on my dining room table, my cursive signature tidy in the lower right corner. The night before, my husband Brad and I had decided to sponsor the education of two teenaged Tanzanian girls. I’d dutifully written out the check the next morning, but I stopped just short of sliding the blue slip into an envelope.

I didn’t want to mail the money.

Brad and I had supported local charities sporadically for years – ten dollars for hunger, twenty dollars for new sneakers, an unwrapped Christmas gift, a few checks here and there – but we’d never contributed to an initiative that entailed such a significant monetary commitment.

But as I sat at the dining room table with the pen in my hand, I realized the money itself wasn’t the problem. The hard truth was that I simply didn’t want to spend it on something that seemed so fruitless.  What was the point? I reasoned. Who were these girls, and how would our help make any difference at all? It felt futile, like the tiniest drop

That was five years ago. Today photographs of Jackline and Neema hang on our stainless steel fridge. They are women now, wise eyes and huge smiles replacing gawky school-girlishness.

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Last week I received an exuberant email from Jackline. She’s enrolled at the university, studying to become a professor. In her note she included a list of final grades from her first semester at college, and I smiled big like a beaming mother when I saw all the As and Bs.

Neema is finishing her last year of high school and hoping she’ll do well enough on the national examinations to gain entrance into the university. She always begins her letters, “Dear my lovely parents…” neatly scripted on stationary she’s illustrated by hand.

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I admit, even after five years, I still struggle to write letters to Neema and Jackline. Sometimes the gulf between Nebraska and Africa seems to yawn so wide, I can barely string together a single paragraph. What to write to those who have so little?

Should I mention we recently returned from palm-lined beaches?

Should I say we are taking our young son and his five friends bowling for his birthday party?

I can’t possibly admit we repainted our older son’s bedroom, bought him new curtains and a new comforter to replace the ones that were not very worn.

I feel guilty. We have so much and they so little. It seems wrong, backwards and upside-down, that the ones who have virtually nothing pray for the ones who have so much. And truthfully, our handful of letters and once-a-year check seem not nearly enough.

“It’s common to have the desire to do something but end up doing nothing because we don’t know where to start,” writes Kristen Welch in Rhinestone Jesus. “We often don’t do anything because we think our contribution won’t be enough.”

She’s right. Most days it doesn’t feel like nearly enough. Two young women in a country of more than 40 million people, 60 percent of whom live on less than $2 a day? How does that make a difference at all? How can our checks, our letters, possibly matter?

Except they do. Even when I don’t quite know what to say, those letters and those checks matter for two women with wise eyes and broad smiles. Two women who live 8,750 miles away, in a country stricken with poverty. Two women named Jackline and Neema.

Our efforts are small, as are our contributions. They barely register a blip. But those smiles beaming at me from our fridge tell me something important: our yes is enough.

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bioA Massachusetts native, Michelle DeRusha moved to Nebraska in 2001, where she discovered the Great Plains, grasshoppers the size of Cornish hens … and God. She is the author of Spiritual Misfit: A Memoir of Uneasy Faith and 50 Women Every Christian Should Know: Learning from Heroines of the Faith (releasing September 16, 2014).  Michelle writes about finding and keeping faith in the everyday at MichelleDeRusha.com. She’s mom to two bug-loving boys, Noah and Rowan, and is married to Brad, an English professor who reads Moby Dick for fun.


WFMW: Yes Starts With Blind Faith

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I’m happy to welcome this week’s guest post from Kelli for my Wednesday series Yes, Works For Me! Please welcome her and be encouraged by her yes to God and continue to link up what works for you.

He toddled up to me, babbling in a language that was equal parts baffling and poetic. Scooting backward into my lap, the small boy with a mop of blonde hair spoke as though we were lifelong friends, his animated story inducing hearty laughter from the caretakers in our presence.

I was fifteen, on my first foreign mission trip to Minsk, Belarus, and I was enamored with this foreign land. I left that trip with the little boy from the orphanage seared permanently on my heart.

Twelve months later, I landed in Kiev, Ukraine on a second mission trip, and I felt like I was coming home. I would return a third time to Kiev before leaving for college where I minored in the Russian language, eventually spending four months in Kiev exploring, learning, and further cultivating a love for the country and culture.

That’s where my “Yes” began.

When my husband and I married, my past experiences were so engrained in my very being that it seemed natural to assume our story would include that place. I decided early on that the obvious connection between my life as a married woman in America, and my deep love for Slavic culture would intersect in a Russian adoption.

In May, 2012, my husband finally felt ready to say “Yes”, if for no other reason, he said, than the Lord had not given him the freedom to say no. Sometimes, the next steps are obvious. And sometimes, we just have to say yes in blind faith.

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Fourteen years after I first felt this twinge of hope, the dream became a reality, and it never, ever occurred to me that we wouldn’t succeed. Though I knew Russian adoptions to be tenuous, there was never a part of me that thought ours wouldn’t be successful. It seemed the Lord was preparing us for this the whole time.

Until the Russian government shut down adoptions in the middle of our process, leaving me doubtful of God’s goodness and devastated at the loss of a dream. It took me more than a year to piece back together my fragile faith. We looked into adopting from every other country available, but the Lord would not give my heart the freedom to leave Russia and Ukraine.

That’s when my “Yes” changed.

I abandoned the “Yes” that made sense to me, and I began praying that the Lord would lead us to what He had planned. In so doing, our “Yes” has become much larger than we anticipated. We’ve learned more about the orphan crisis in Ukraine, and our hearts have been broken for the children aging out of orphanages at 16, and forced to live on the streets.

60% of the girls turn to prostitution. 70% of young boys turn to drugs and alcohol. And now that we know, how can we not respond?

The thing about saying “Yes” is that the outcome is never a guarantee. So much of Kristen’s story in Rhinestone Jesus resonated with me, but this quote in particular has rolled through my heart with a steady beat:

Kristen writes, “If I have learned anything in this journey, it’s this: the good makes the hard worth it. But getting to the good part requires making it through the valley of the hard.”

We never would have headed down our current path of ministering to aged out Ukrainian orphans if we hadn’t experienced the devastation of our terminated adoption. We had to say “Yes” to the first path to find the second.

It seemed the Lord was preparing us for this the whole time.

Kelli Stuart is a wife, a mother, a writer, and the driver of a smokin’ hot minivan. Kelli can be found numerous places online including Compassion International, The MOB Society, Extraordinary Mommy, and Mercy Found Ministries. Kelli shares her heart, her humor, and her quest for inspiration at Kelli Stuart.com.


WFMW: Lessons I Learned from My Daughter

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I’m happy to welcome this week’s guest post from Kristin for my new Wednesday series Yes, Works For Me! Please welcome her and be encouraged by her yes to God and continue to link up what works for you.

My only daughter is a bit of a hoarder.

She is three and fiercely independent, and apparently has a problem sharing her things. She will makes piles with all of her favorite toys in the middle of her room, add a bag of chips and her new beach towel and she is set and her room is off limits!

I will “encourage” her to go and clean her room. And since we are all friends here and I am sharing a bit of my reality…she doesn’t listen to a word that I say. She instead will “encourage” me to clean it for her. Ahem - it is a time of training for both of us.

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She is holding tightly to those things that she thinks she can control, testing boundaries and seeking to find her place in our family.

And I realize that I am no different in my Father/Daughter relationship with God.

I did the whole “accepted Jesus in my heart” prayer when I was a pre-teen. I heard a woman’s story of redemption, and her call to pray a simple prayer. I said the prayer with expectation but didn’t feel a change.

I figured I must have done it wrong. So each time I had the opportunity to say that prayer, I did…I assumed that at some point it would “take.”

My teenage and early adult years weren’t easy – whose are really?! But I didn’t have a relationship with God because I didn’t feel worthy. My life was always such a mess.

God wants us right in the middle of our mess because it’s the perfect place for Him to shine through our imperfections.

I walked through life knowing I was a hypocrite.

So I worked really hard at trying to “get it together”. Instead of embracing the failures as opportunities for growth and thanking God for the grace He gives me, I tried to just be better, do better, act better…because maybe then I would earn the right to be one of His.

That merry-go-round is exhausting isn’t it?!

I had to come to a place of brokenness, where I knew that I wasn’t capable and I had a just the littlest bit of hope that maybe God was.

The most breathtaking moments often come when we discover we have nothing left, but everything we need. This deep brokenness feels like the end, but it’s actually a new beginning

Discovering a relationship with God has been life changing.

Saying Yes to Him even when I still make mistakes, even when life doesn’t look like I think it should, has given me such a deep understanding of grace.

I too am learning and growing and testing the boundaries of my faith. I have found that as I honestly seek God that He takes my broken, my mess, and He makes it beautiful. And that my friends, has been worth the journey!

Saying yes isn’t really about doing it all. It’s about saying yes right where you are.

picKristin Anne Smith is a wife and mother, but most importantly, a daughter of the King. Redeemed by His Grace and so very grateful for it. Through the past 16 years she has walked some hard roads. But despite her choices and at times lack of faith – God loved her anyways. Kristin blogs at The Riches of His Love  and is the Managing Editor / Contributing Writer at God-sized Dreams.