Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Cell Phone—The Urgent Distraction


Lately, I have felt so much pressure from many people trying to reach me, but I just cant get back at the moment. I am doing a good work, and I cannot come down. I stopped and asked God to help me with this pressure. His words encouraged me, and I hope they help you, too.

Just because it rings doesn’t mean it’s urgent. The phone and texts can momentarily distract you from the calling on your life often enough that you never get it done.

Don’t come down from what God has asked you to do for the sake of other peoples urgent need for your attention.


Just because people don’t understand what you do with your time doesn’t mean you owe them any explanation. Don’t take the time to convince others that you are busy doing God’s work. Just do it! Keep doing it! Don’t be distracted by the little daily interruptions.

Add up the time you have lost with me in the trenches due to these distractions because you allowed yourself to be diverted to other people’s agendas when you had not even completed the last thing God told you to do.


God is saying to all of us, "Who is your God? Am I or are people? You are only accountable to Me. Do you not see how you are people-pleasing in this on-demand society? See it for what it is and let it steal from Me no more! I am the living God. I am worthy of your full attention."

Whew. I had to share this. It overwhelmed me. Whats distracting you?

Go back and do the last thing God told you to do.

Monday, December 5, 2016

iKan Parent: How Writing the Book Changed My Life, Part 1

I finished writing a parenting book recently. I’m thinking, “Why am I writing a parenting book? I’m not even finished raising my children.”

I have been searching for wisdom and counsel from people to help me because I am in a struggling season with my kids. I have teenagers, and I don’t really know how to parent in this season because I have not done it before. I reached out to mothers who had done it before and gone before me. Honestly, I got empty counsel. I would receive counsel like, “Just pray. I don’t really know how I raised good kids. I just prayed, and then God did the work.” 

I am led to believe that is not all they did. They probably messed up a lot of things. They probably apologized a lot. But they don’t know. They haven’t reflected enough to give godly counsel to women who are trying to do the same things and are trying to avoid the same mistakes they made. They don’t know how to guide them.    

Now I am seeking the Lord, trying my hardest to bite my tongue and figure out how to get through this season. I felt like the Lord was saying, “You know what, your thirteen-year-old daughter asked you to write a parenting book. Ask her if she still wants you to write it. If she does, I want you to do that next.” I talked to her about it and said, “I don’t even know if you like the way I parent anymore. Maybe you want me to write a parenting book so you can know what not to do. I don’t really know. But would you still like for me to write down how I have raised you to date? If so, I am going to start that book because you asked me to.” 

She said, “Yes, Mom. I want to know how you have raised us. I think you did a really great job training us, especially in the beginning.”

So I began to write this book. I didn’t know God would show and give me wisdom and practical advice as I went back and reflected on raising my kids from birth until today. I didn’t know how much He would give me wisdom on how to move forward. I feel like He has made me a wise woman from writing this parenting book.    

When you are writing a story, it is like holding up a mirror and seeing your own reflection. When I don’t see my reflection, I don’t truly know what my flaws are. But when I look at a mirror, I can immediately see pimples and bumps on my face, ingrown hairs on my eyebrows, or wild hair. The closer I look, the more flaws I see in my face. That is what writing is like. It’s as if you are holding a mirror and you are reflecting on who you are and what you have done. You can see every flaw of your life.

When I began to write this parenting book, I started in my past with my childhood. I recalled my childhood and what made me want to become a different kind of parent from my parents. I reflected on my husband’s childhood. I reflected on those first years of being pregnant. I reflected on how I would wake up with my firstborn and feel like it was Christmas every day. I reflected on those terrible twos and terrible threes and how difficult those seasons were.

As I reflected, God gave me all the answers I needed for the exact season I was in. I may have a parenting book to share tips and tidbits for anyone who would like them, but the truth is that it changed my life, my family, and my responses. It is when we reflect. The process of writing this book changed my life. It’s not the book. It’s not what I did. It’s the process of drawing it out, reflecting, and remembering.

The first thing I am going to talk about is my marriage. I remembered my husband’s story and how he was raised—he was actually abused by his dad. His dad would burn his fingers with cigarettes. He would hold my husband’s head underwater and yell at him. He was abusive. He beat my husband’s mother. Whenever his father came in drunk, his mother would put my husband at the bottom of the clothes hamper and throw clothes on him, telling him not to get up and not to move until she came to get him. Sometimes he would stay in the hamper for hours. He was three then.

As I reflected on that, I thought about those events in his life and how they had to make him a timid guy. He hates temper and anger. He hates to get in trouble. It stems from the little boy who was under those clothes in the hamper. I reflected on what kind of wife I am today and how I nag him and get him in trouble. In what ways do I cause him to be defensive? In what ways am I stealing from him and making him feel like the little boy who was under the clothes in the hamper? 

As I reflected on his childhood, I realized all of that pain made him the gentle man he is today. A mutual friend of ours was flying from Houston to Oklahoma City, and she happened to be on the same flight as my husband. It was midnight, and her baby cried and screamed and flailed throughout the entire flight. She said, “It was such a God-given blessing that I sat next to your husband. He is the gentlest man I know on this earth.” That gentleness comes from this man who was a little boy at one time. His parents chose him for a purpose he wasn’t designed for. He was hurt. It created in him a gentleness such that if I become a radical, pushy, bossy, feminist woman, I can actually hurt him and cause him the same pain. 

Reflecting back on this and his life made me truly respect and appreciate my husband. I made a commitment to myself to watch my tongue more closely. I haven’t reflected on that for seventeen years. As I reflected on it, I recognized some ugliness in my own attitude. Sometimes it’s not even in my mouth, but the attitude in my heart towards him needs to change. Sometimes, we need to look back and reflect because we need to change who we are becoming today, and we forgot somewhere along the way. 

The second thing writing this book did in my marriage is it led me to recount our first year of marriage and how in love I was with my husband. I remember thinking, “It’s not possible to love anything any more ever.” When I thought about my unborn first child, I wondered how I could possibly love her as much as I loved my husband. Would I love her less? Would I love her more? I didn’t really know, but I loved him so much. After she was born, it was as if my heart grew seven times. Love expanded. I have never ever loved the way I loved my daughter. I didn’t even know such love existed. 

As I reflected on that situation, I fell more in love with my husband. I had forgotten how much I loved him and his heart and how much I appreciated him. Can you believe that? Seventeen years, and I have forgotten how much in love with him I was. Reflecting and writing this parenting book reminded me of my new love. The Bible talks about our relationship with God. It says, “Go back and do what you once did in the beginning.” Because I wrote this parenting book, it revived my love for my husband, and I have gone back and done what I did in the beginning.

Every person has a story. Writing down your story is pulling up a mirror and helping you reflect on the beauty and pain God had in your past. It will help you reflect on how you cared about someone once and how you let all these little annoyances and pet peeves get in the way and cause you to lose sight of what is truly important. For me, in my marriage, I loved my husband deeply once. Some dumb things got in the way, but as I reflected, I came to love him even more today than I ever have before. 

As I reflected on my own childhood and how I was raised, I noticed some little things I had brought into the teenage years with my children. It is frustrating to have your kids leave a pile of mess for you everywhere you go. The room is a wreck, they leave the food on a counter, they come in and set their stuff down, and they kick their shoes off. Their stuff is everywhere. You like your house to be picked up and cleaned. When people drop by, you don’t want crap everywhere, yet that’s what your kids do. They fling it and leave it everywhere. 

In the last couple of years, I heard myself hound and hound, nag and nag, “Pick up your stuff.” “Come get your shoes.” “Get your bag.” I have actually made fun of them with a little skit like, “Hey, Mom!” I kick off my left shoe and my right shoe, and I throw stuff all over the house. That is how our house ends up looking like a bomb went off half the time. 

As I recounted being raised, all I can remember is being nagged about my stuff all the time. That is what I remember. I remember being nagged: “Pick up your room.” “Pick up your stuff.” “Your room is a mess.” “Your room is—,” like a broken record. So, I’ve never been this way while raising my kids. I didn’t want to be like that. I wanted to choose relationships over cleanliness. I wanted to choose my children before I choose chores. Yet, here I am finding myself nagging and nagging and nagging. Maybe I’ve nagged them even before I hugged them good morning. My first thought is, “Pick up your stuff,” not “Good morning.” 

In your young years with your kids, they are ornery. Ridiculous behavior is something so precious to you. You love it like, “Oh, I love it when you’re ornery! Look at the mess you made. I love this mess. Your messiness is so beautiful. Your rottenness is so cute!” All of a sudden, they become teens, and instead of you saying, “Oh, come here. Good morning! I want to kiss your rotten face!” you want to say, “Your rottenness makes me mad.” A change happens, and it begins to separate the intimacy between you and your child. Your expectations change. So do your love and your hugs. Maybe it has become more conditional because you are becoming more and more frustrated. Maybe you are keeping a record of wrongs. You are measuring—making a molehill into a mountain. 

As I recounted my childhood, I remember not being hugged much. I remembered being told, “Hush, I am on the phone.” I remember my mom saying, “Listen, I am tired. Let me go change my clothes, and then I’ll talk to you,” but she never came back and talked to me. I remember feeling pushed aside and placed last. I remember feeling like the least important person on the earth. In fact, when I had my first daughter, Spencer, I was in the hospital holding her, and my love had just exploded. My mom was sitting in the room, and I asked, “Mom, did you ever love me this much?” She said, “I still do.” My mom has been gone for nine years. To this day, I am still baffled by that comment. When does intimacy between a mother and a daughter grow cold? When does intimacy between a father and son change? The love didn’t change, but the behavior did. The action of showing the love was different. 

As I reflected back upon this, I realized I don’t want to leave a legacy where my kids aren’t sure of how much I love them or how much I care about them. It changed my behavior. It shut my mouth. Who cares if my house is messy for a few years? Come over and step over some stuff. Come into our house filled with love, peace, and junk. We live in it. As I reflected, I counted what I truly valued. I value their hearts more than I value a clean, organized home. How cool is that? 

As you write your story down—because every person has a story—you will reflect and see where your weaknesses truly are so you can change. It will empower you to make the change. 

Friday, December 2, 2016

Division Is Just Two Visions



We are called to be of one heart, one body, one vision, one love. In fact, Jesus last words were for us to be one, yet the daily struggle is against unity. 

Two visions is DIVISION. Division is an open door for the devil to steal, kill, or destroy. Where there is strife, there is disorder and every evil work. 

 The battle is real. Choose unity. Remain in unity. Its safe in unity.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Love



Love bears all things, endures all things, carries all things.
When all is gone, these remain: love, joy, peace. 
If I have a silver tongue, convince a crowd, but don’t love, I am nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.
If I can prophesy and reveal all mysteries but don’t love, I am nothing.
So no matter what I say, no matter what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.
So we love others as we are loved.
We cherish others as we are cherished. 
Even if I go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but don’t love, I’m no one.
He loved us first, so we love others as He does us. 
The greatest act of love ever done was this: while we were sinners, Christ died for us. For God so loved the world, He gave His one and only Son. Whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.
And so even God loves.
He loves us with a powerful love that will seize us, carry us, cover us.
His love is deeper than anything we will ever know.
It is so deep, I could drown in it.
It is a life-giving water come to all who are thirsty.


As a deer pants for water, I long for You.
In a dry and weary land, anyone who drinks the world’s water shall grow thirsty again, but Jesus offers life-giving water. If you drink it, it will form a well in you.
I have tasted and seen: You are good.




• Authored by Josh Pugh •

Monday, November 28, 2016

Worship Is Warship



Many battles in the Bible were won with worship only. Too many times, we open our mouths too quickly to defend ourselves or others. We don’t even allow God time to battle for us. What are we thinking? There would be much less drama in our friendships and families and in the world if we would learn to be still and worship the Father so He has the room to do WARSHIP! 

Today read Exodus 14:14 and 2 Chronicles 20:1–30.
Now find how many other battles were won by praise and worship!