Forget what everyone says: love is hard.

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It’s our family motto.

do hard things.

But just because it’s your “motto” it doesn’t always make it easy.

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Monday we’ll say goodbye to this home and although it’s for all sorts of great reasons– I didn’t realize it would be so hard.

Because I’ve wiped lots of tears from tired eyes in this home. I’ve sat with countless mommas for tea. We’ve celebrated countless birthdays and made up countless excuses to throw parties. We’ve hosted countless guests in this little home of ours. We’ve harvested lots of love from our garden and taken lots of walks through those trees. We’ve loved those living around us, countless times. Our children have grown up with the littles around us. We’ve had times of plenty and times of need. We’ve had spiritual bliss, and walked hard roads of wandering in this home. We became a family of eight in this home. We’ve loved big, been loud, and it’s all been within these walls– never knowing it was anything special, it was just life.

And soon– this life will be only a memory.

To the town we prayed we’d never return to – God has brought us. To the town we prayed we’d never return to- God has helped us come to love, call home, and care deeply for.

As we move with purpose to love the community in a bigger way. Gathering with others to open a piece of this towns history for all to see, love, and use all while trying to figure out: when do you just, live. To live our life so openly– is frightening if I give it much thought.

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My head keeps saying, “It’s no big deal, Kati.” with it’s upbeat tune of Bob Marley singing in my ear; every little thing is gonna be alright”. Yet my heart is fighting back the desire to stay in the comfort of all I know and love. Right here on our little hill. With chickens, tall grass, and doors we never lock.

Doing hard things is hard.

I remember a time in my life, before Jesus wrecked me. A time when success what all that mattered. A time when I couldn’t even say the words, “I’m sorrybecause my heart was too prideful.  Then, simply saying, I’m sorry, was hard. Over time, there have been lots of hard things. Times when we could have said, no. There are times when we’ve chosen not to fight and that was the hard choice. There have been times when we’ve had to say goodbye. That was hard.

The truth is: we all have different things we’re facing. Different hard choices. Jesus is such a radical example of choosing the hard way. He forgave. We washed the feet of the man who would betray him only hours later. Jesus showed us what really matters in life. People. Loving people. Regardless of who they are– what they’ve done. He knew, that love would be revolutionary. That love would speak over religion. That love would speak over the pharisees of this world. That love was the universal language.

Love is hard. Real love. Like, lay down your life love. Love can look like a bad day.

At a time in my life, saying sorry was revolutionary. Now I couldn’t imagine being a person like that. One day, I hope to say, “I had a house once, that was hard to give up. Now I can’t imagine being a person like that.”

May we be a people always doing hard things.  May we fight the good fight with kindness, dignity, and respect. May we say goodbye when it’s hard and hello when we just want to turn and run. From speaking love to moving away- there are many seasons of hard.

May we be a people of big love carried by small steps. All over our neighborhoods, towns, communities, and ultimately- the world. Loving in all sorts of ways allowing it to get easier and easier as we start to look a bit more like Jesus.

Like disciples.

“Your love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples.”

-Jesus

Loves always,
Kati


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Saturday STOP Challenge: STOP and consider adoption- Because children matter.

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James 1:27

“Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.”

“I was an orphan.

I thought nobody cared.

Nobody told me they loved me.

I wondered if anyone would ever call me, son. daughter. beloved.

And then, someone loved.

And now, I’m home.”

More on adoption:
Jesus Can Love Through A Crazy Person Like Me? An Adoption Story. 

Do Things That Make The White Guy at Walmart Say, “Da** Girl, how many baby daddies have you had?” An Adoption Story.

Who we adopted our two kiddos from: FORthe1 <<<—— click the link to be re-directed.

Truly Adopted By The King of Kings,

Kati

Joel Osteen Is a Poser. This is okay to say if you’re a brother or sister in Christ, right?

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Every day I am overwhelmed by the vastness of people needed to share the goodness of a loving Jesus. While pondering this thought the other day, this story from a few years back came to mind. May we be encouraged to leave the “who is called and who is not called” to the greatness of God and worry solely on who God has called us to be. Individually.


{notice the dialog of this post. It is a conversation I had with another believer a few years back.  The negative views in this post about Joel Osteen are not mine. I am only passing along what was said in a conversation. }


A friend of mine wrote a quick post on Facebook a few weeks back:

she wrote: “I thought it was cool to see Joel Osteen on The Voice!”

A friend of hers replied to her post: (We will call the friend, The Other Gentleman.)

The Other Gentleman: “Joel Osteen is a poser. Stating Mormons are Christians is heresy. He has said that. He is a feel good phony that paints a false picture of Christianity. He shys away from calling anything a sin. He is far from bold. He is Lukewarm at best. He is also a health and wealth guy who hardly ever quotes scripture. He is a great example of how TV evangelism hurts more than it helps the cause.”


To which I took part in a bit of a debate. ICK! I usually do not do that. It must have been a moment of weakness– or did it hit me on a personal level? Perhaps both.

Can you imagine my heart? It’s little self was about to flutter off into the air!

Here is my reply: (we will call myself, myself. )

Myself: “Joel doesn’t quote scripture often, I will agree. However, he is also one of the only pastors who does not take a salary.”

“Mark 9: 39-41  “Do not stop him,” Jesus said. “For no one who does a miracle in my name can in the next moment say anything bad about me,  for whoever is not against us is for us. Truly I tell you, anyone who gives you a cup of water in my name because you belong to the Messiah will certainly not lose their reward.


People are loving Jesus and feeling hope– Joel isn’t their holy spirit, God is big and can convict and teach their hearts if they are open to him through this teaching. People are closer to the heart of the King sitting in a health and wealth church than no church. And I for one am highly against health and wealth, but it’s not about us and our opinions, is it? It’s about not being a Pharisee and thinking our way– our thinking–our convictions– are the only way.”

Other Gentleman: “He doesn’t take a salary because he has made millions on book sales. It’s still using God to get rich. The love of money is the root of all evil. Would Jesus be a millionaire? Would he sell his ideas? No he offered free salvation. Also in regards to hope, hope and feel good messages have their place. However one can’t truly know the grace of God or experience true spiritual freedom without first coming to terms with what they were saved from. I wonder how many people at his church never are convicted of sin because sin is a bad word to Joel. Finally, I know more about the bible than Joel. He has no formal training. How can you trust ignorance with you salvation?”

Myself: Well, we sell His ideas, we wear and sell His crosses on t-shirts and and necklaces. christian book stores gross millions per year. Most people spend more time shopping for Jesus “stuff” and looking up feel good scriptures per year than talking to people about the gift of grace.

“Be careful friend, who are you to say you are better than someone? More equipped? We serve the same God and he is who qualifies us. What would you have done to Paul? Or better yet, the adulteress woman go Jesus told to go and do the same? What about the man with all the demons who went into the city, telling everyone what Jesus had done? Was he qualified? Was his story, “God forgives sins” or “GOD is REAL and can do anything!”
How can you downgrade Joel Osteen’s Gathering if you say yourself, “I do not know how many people in his church are ever convicted” you don’t know so your only choice is to pray for them. Do you doubt what our big God can do? He can use an ass to speak, the murderer David to rule and share his own heart, can’t he use Joel? Yes he is rich, and I also subscribe to the “would Jesus be a millionaire” rant– however, who will reach the rich if we are all poor? Who will help the poor if we are all poor? What does he do with his money? Do you have a garage? Do you park your car in it? Someone in Africa or South America would say “How can YOU be a Christian, you have a house for your car and we don’t even have a home.”A Christian there would say to you: “The scriptures say, Even the son of man had no place to lay his head how do you have not only a home for yourself but also your car?” Who determines the point of being rich? Above all, judging is a huge sin, talking bad about others is a sin. If we have a problem with someone, especially a brother… We are told to go to them and try to work it out, then take a friend, then go before the church. Not call them terrible names and say they are not doing the work of God– what right do we have? I Wonder what Joel is doing right now? Do you think he is spending time on Facebook or do you think he is perhaps talking with others about Jesus? Finally, How can we trust someone of ignorance with our salvation, you ask? We don’t. We trust in the giver of salvation and that is what he teaches- trust in God. That big good God who uses broken, poser people like you and I to share his incredible, crazy, unbelievable without faith,  story.”


Other Gentleman: “Ok, in regards to Paul, he never held back his views. Paul said women shouldn’t be allowed to speak in church. He also destroyed the charismatic movement and Pentecostal movements with his rules for speaking in tongues. Also Paul knew the Bible. He was a Pharisee before conversion. Devout. I never said I was a better person than anyone. I just said I am far more biblically versed than Joel. I also never said people can’t be forgiven. However, one must confront their sins to be saved. Without that you can never be a new creation. Read the book of James. Or study the Pauline Epistles. He confronts sin. We have free will. God can’t convict someone unless they are open to the conviction. When someone is telling you God is going to make u rich and wealthy you aren’t open to conviction. If u don’t trust your pastor then y go to church? Kind of a waste of time. Also I am.pretty sure all modern denominations would.be classified as false teachers by bible. Also I am not a pastor. I am not held to the same standard. Even James acknowledges that. God doesn’t pick and choose who to save. To say that praying will make God soften a heart is similar to the Catholic church praying people into heaven. God gives us free will. You cant pick and choose what to accept in the Bible. If one part is a lie it is all destroyed. The problem today is denominations. They mold God into their image of him.”


{by then, it was time to stop.}

Myself: “When you open the doors of your church be sure to invite me. The book of James, one of my favorites glad we share that love. Grace and peace to you!”

Other Gentleman: “Also in regards to being rich. Hardly any church takes care of the needy. It is more.important to pay pastors full time salaries for three hours of work and have big sound systems. Because that’s exactly what Jesus would do. I dare you to find one church who gives 80% of their tithes to the poor. That is the standard for a good charity. I give large amounts to charity every month. I doubt you know anyone who gives a higher portion than I do to charity. If the church gave as I give we would wipe out poverty overnight. Also I don’t give expecting riches, like the Osteens, charismatics and Pentecostals teach. Helping poor people isn’t like buying a heavenly lotto ticket.”

Myself: “Be careful, friend of what you boast about.

  
Matthew 6:2-4  “So when you give to the needy, do not announce it with trumpets, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honored by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.


It is none of our business what another gives. I was simply stating, you do not know what he does with his riches. As far as debate on Facebook, I am done with that. Being right is not what it’s about and we could go on and on all day long, running in circles wasting time. I would gladly have a cup of coffee with you– don’t know where you are in the world, but if you’re close I’d love a chat, face to face to sharpen one another. Outside of that, I’m finished. hmmm, I’d probably even Skype. ; ) May you love people like crazy– even the ones who you think are posers, liars, and false witnesses… oooohh Christ’s bride, scary thing to talk about. Good day!”

Other Gentleman: I didn’t announce it until you challenged my generosity. Also, I don’t want a reward. Heaven is my reward. If that isn’t enough to motivate the church then nothing will. Also, it is my business how those who claim to be called of God tarnish his name. The same reason Jesus attacked the money changers.

Are you tired yet? Man, I am just after reading it all again. I didn’t do much fixing of punctuation, that is taken right off our Facebook conversation.

If I could sit with this man, I would say to him a many great things. =) The biggest one would be, who are we to talk bad about Joel? Did you know, my father. The same father who left when I was a young girl, didn’t see him again, until I was married with two children– The same man who was an alcoholic and abusive– talks about Jesus now, has a relationship with Jesus because of Joel’s ministry. I would have told this man about how my dad meets with a bunch of his friends, many of them old drinking buddies, in his garage each Sunday morning for “church.” They sit around talking about God and how big and good He is all because Joel is sharing love through the TV. They sit and watch Joel’s message right there in their garage. They are getting it. All because Joel shared it differently. Differently than all the other preachers he had come in contact with. I would have laughed with this man as I told him one of my dads friends name is, “goob” I’m pretty sure, that’s what they call him, anyway. =)   { I’m so proud of you, Dad! }

 

This is the truth, friends–

relationship is personal.
The story of God– is relational.
The love of Jesus– is personal.
Showing that love– is personal.

To have a conversation like this– it has to be personal.

Paul reminds us:“If I speak in human or angelic tongues,but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,but do not have love, I gain nothing.


Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. 11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”

It isn’t about Joel, your pastor, myself, or you. It’s about the cross.

May we love everyone, all the time, no matter what. May we take the problems we have with others to them and love them with our correction, all the while being humbled by the errors they find in us. May we speak the truth in love always. Remembering, God does not need us to defend Him–


We are not at war with other people, especially Christians, defending our faith.

Encouragement in the form of relationship, talking, spurring one another on, yes! Downgrading, tearing apart, no.

It’s all about the love, baby! The love. God is so good.

Feeling ornery today! ;) I think I’ll open this one up for comments. What are your thoughts on this, friends? How do you handle things like this– do you engage in cyber debate, relational debate, or no debate at all? Do you feel it best to not touch the subject? Or perhaps offer advice lovingly?

Pondering this still,

Kati

*For the record, I personally think Jesus would look a lot more dirty and be bent low with the broken way more than Joel. However, at that point– I must go back to square one. Complexed by the truth that it takes all kinds of people to reach all kinds of people and thankful that it isn’t my job to decide who should do what.


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Saturday STOP challenge: Ladies. Stop comparing, be you!

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Be you! Be brave!

May we be more concerned in making those around us feel special than trying to make ourselves perfect. Maybe then, we will all feel wonderful about how God made us and how God is shaping us into HIS likeness rather than the likeness of this crooked, skewed world.

While you’re all alone by yourself do you, like you? This video speaks to my inner “girl”.

Enjoy.

God likes you. Wait a minute. He loves you. Beautiful scars, curly hair, paper thin hair, big bones, crazy eyebrows… and everything in between. He delights in YOU!

Loves,
Kati


 

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this helped my children stop complaining.

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It’s the sigh I hate most.

I don’t know why it always grabs me the wrong way, making my tongue want to leap out of my mouth like a snake–

When they complain.

It’s the fastest ticket to this mommas nerves. I don’t know why. Sometimes I think it’s because I have a go-getter attitude, “get it all done yesterday” =) Or perhaps because I’m an adult and I see a need and meet it.

However, as sure as the sun is rising this morning my little heart whispers to me, yet again:

“It’s your flesh”

Ah, yes. That sneaky ‘ol thing again– trying to ruin the sweet fellowship between me and my kiddos.

Sometimes it’s a quick trip to the table for sentences. Right now, it’s the complaining jar.

As soon as that sigh or words of complaint come from those sweet lips of theirs– my tongue doesn’t have to whip out like a snake, I have a plan.

A solution.

I think as a parent, most of my frustrations, doubts, and sleepless nights come from having no plan– no solution. So then, I am left to worry and parent out of fear, rather than love. Fear of what consequences they will face as a result of their choices. Such as, complaining when someone askes for their help.

Now, I know your children don’t struggle with this, they do twirls and sing hymns while they gladly help with everything you ask.  And my kids do that too– when we’re on our way to get ice-cream ;)

For when we are at home and I’ve asked maybe one too many things– when they give me the sigh, (my littles mostly) I simply reply:

“Oh, you just complained, I’m sorry– you have to go to the complaining jar.”

And then this little momma has to follow through with the consequences =(

 

But when they choose Grace–oh happy day!

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One day, it will all be just a memory.

Breathe deep today, mommas. Remember, they’re all here now.

And they’re watching you. =)

Holding my tongue daily,

Kati

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A story of roaches, coach shoes, and Jesus. A story of grace.

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“Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.”  Mother Teresa 

 

I had a friend tell me once,

“Just because you have a bunch of white friends with money – doesn’t mean you’re suppose to be a missionary.”

I was so mad God wouldn’t send me to Africa.

And this was just two years ago.

My friend and I weren’t talking about white people or black people, we weren’t talking about people giving money: don’t miss the point here by reading trivial text out of context. We were talking about being mad at God.

I was mad because we couldn’t adopt. I was mad because we weren’t working in a church. I was mad because we couldn’t be missionaries. I was mad because I felt like a pawn in the game called, Christian.

I was mad because I wanted to just do something and it seems like I was stuck doing nothing.

Because the truth of the matter is: sometimes you’re tired of hearing, “Go into all the world” and you’re saying, send me! And He simply says-

Not.right.now.

And I was sick.to.death of being told, no.

So I was crying. Well, screaming really. I think I even had serious booger action going on. I was a mess. On the phone with my friend, yelling about how angry I was at God for giving me crazy desires and no outlet for them.

Have you ever been there?

Where you’re just crying out to God. I’m here and WHY DON’T YOU USE ME?


 

There’s this lady I know. She sleeps with roaches.

And we’re not talking a few roaches. We’re talking: When we go visit her… we strip down before coming home and even hours later– we still feel the bugs. She lives in our town- population 3,000.

There’s this lady I know. She wears Coach shoes. (Yes, the purse company, Coach makes shoes… I didn’t know either) This lady? She lives in our town– population 3,000.

The cost of Coach shoes could feed a village in my beloved Africa. We’re talking feed them for days.

Last week? My friend with Coach shoes, washed the feet of the lady with roaches. And even as I type this my eyes fill with tears. Every.single.time I think of it– my eyes fill with tears.

My friend with the Coach shoes? Yeah. Her. She washed the feet of the lady with bugs crawling all over her. She bent low on her dirty, filthy floor and washed her feet. She washed her feet while wearing her Coach shoes. 

Because she understood. This lady isn’t dirty and filthy, she is loved by a Savior. Her feet are precious and worth more than gold.  Her floors, her feet? Those are just material things.

You see, just because we have feet adorned with jewls doesn’t mean we can’t love those whose feet are worn and tired, dirty and needing grace.

It wouldn’t have mattered if it were Keds, Coach, or Reebok. Our friend with roaches only felt the sweetness of Jesus that day.

And she didn’t care what kind of shoes Jesus was wearing.

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There’s this lady I know. She turns red faced when you ask her to speak.

There’s this other lady I know. She needed new shoes. She’s the lady with roaches.

My red faced friend? She was there when the feet washing happened. She left and bought new shoes. She returned with the shoes and cut them to fit our friend with swollen, tired, clean feet. While she placed the new shoes on her feet- my Coach shoe wearing friend and I dumped the water from washing the feet of our new friend.

We dumped the dirt and shame out of that bucket and returned inside to see her in new, shiny, dollar general shoes.

Our lady with roaches? She felt like a princess.

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Here’s the deal.

We were missionaries that day. And if I had moved to Africa I would have missed it. If I had stayed mad at God because he didn’t fit the desires of my heart- the desires HE gave me-into MY box, the way I thought it should go… I would have missed it.

And those two crazy kids we adopted last year? If I had moved to Africa, I would have missed. it. If I had stayed mad at God because he didn’t fit the desires of my heart- the desires HE gave me-into MY box, the way I thought it should go… I would have missed it.

And this church thing? This revolution we’re startingIf I had stayed mad at God because he didn’t fit the desires of my heart- the desires HE gave me-into MY box, the way I thought it should go… I would have missed it.

May we live boldly friends. May the desires placed upon our hearts change those around us. May we realize moving thousands of miles away isn’t always the answer. May we be a people who are not above getting our Coach shoes dirty. May we be a people proud of who God made us and live boldly according to the desires placed in our hearts.

May we have the wisdom and strength to do things now. Not later when we are prepared. Not later when we’ve moved to our “Africa” may we understand God has equipped us now for good works.

May we realize, it doesn’t matter. Coach shoes, shy and red faced, or angry hearts. God can do big things through each.and.every.one.of.us.

Typing barefoot- wishing I had a pedicure, broken in a million ways~ 

All my love, 

Kati


 

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