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my eyes – to turn or not to turn…

[A sneak peek into my book. From the chapter "Love Takes Risks"]

Do you remember the first time you rode a two wheel bike? The day when training wheels became a thing of the past? Those things only babies used? I can recall my big girl bike day very well! My training wheels had been removed just days before and I was riding my bike with the assistance of anyone I could bribe into jogging beside me. I guess you can say now I had human training wheels. I still couldn’t ride a bike without someone running alongside, hands gripped to my banana seat, as I’d wobble en route for the nearest parked car. Nonetheless, those plastic, crooked rusty old wheels were off and I was ready for the next step…or so I thought!

 

It started out a scrape and scab free morning. All I wanted was to jump on my bike, hoping this would be the day I would ride all on my own. After several not so subtle manipulating hints I finally convinced a family friend it was time for my lesson and with that we headed out for the drama.

 

Off we were back and forth on a little dirt road. Even with him holding on, as I peddled my little heart out, I found it difficult to stay balanced. But just knowing he was there provided all the confidence I needed. So off I would go and he would shout out, “Good job Tam!” and I’d peddle even faster and my smile would get wider. In no time at all I felt comfortable enough to start talking to my human set of training wheels as I rode…all at the same time…thinking to myself, “I don’t know what all the fuss is about – this is so easy!” My confidence was building as I became certain of myself and my riding abilities.

 

Then suddenly in the middle of my spastic chatter he failed to answer one of my questions. So I asked him again and once more, no response. So, yes I did, I turned my head around to ask him one more time and he was gone! He was standing at least 100 feet behind with a big smile on his face yelling, “You’re doing it Tam, You’re doing it!” I’m doing it? I’m doing what? Wait, you’re back there and I’m…OH MY GOSH I’M DOING IT!!! The coolness and assurance I had felt just seconds earlier quickly turned into colossal fear! Then the predictable happened. As I turned back around to see just where I was headed I found myself heading directly south right onto the gravel road! It was the longest fall of my life and I fought all the way down until I was weaved in and out like a pretzel in my bike frame. I was scraped from head to toe, well as much scraping as a 3 mph fall can get you…either way it hurt! My deserter came running as I screamed at him, “Why did you let go?!!” He asked in return, “Why did you look back?”

 

Well here I am 30’ish years later and not much has changed. Yes, the parallels are jumping off the page! My friend wasn’t at fault for letting go of my bike, he knew I was ready. I fell because I took my eyes off the goal and became “ascared”. I can’t even begin counting the times I have looked back and taken my focus off what lies ahead. In many ways I am still that little girl on a bike. Sometimes I find myself looking behind when I’m in doubt hoping to find something familiar and common because I’m too afraid of the unknown. And many times, I fall flat on my face.

 

Lately I’ve been meditating on God’s Omnipresence.  The reality of Him existing everywhere at the same time is a lot to grasp. But because I am a believer in His word I believe everything about Him as well. There are times still when it seems He has stepped out of the room and I’m left on my own. But it only feels that way. Certainly He can’t be away from me or out of my presence being omnipresent and all.

 

So what is it that causes me to feel such a gap or absence? For myself it is almost always a faith issue. What might begin as a strong bring it on world expedition can quickly become a personal setback at the first glimpse of disorder. And no feeling at that point seems to be excused from how I might respond to the hurdles. That’s where my struggle begins. I allow my feelings to dictate my response to adversity. When instead I should be leaning on God’s word, His truths and the knowledge He has put in my heart and mind to guide me; not the sting of fear in that moment.

 

When my friend let go of my bike he knew I could ride on my own. Before that second he’d held on very tight and picked me up each time I became one with the ground. He knew precisely when I was ready to ride off by myself. Even though he let go – he was also still there. He wasn’t physically attached to my banana seat any longer but when I turned around I still saw him – I wasn’t out of his sight. He stood back and watched me graduate to the next stage. Of course when it all came crashing down he was there on the spot tending to my self inflicted wounds and helping to get me back on that bike.

 

I don’t know about you but I still have yet to master balancing life on or off a bike. But the Master who holds everything in balance, including me, knows exactly what He’s doing! I must trust that when He let’s go it’s because He knows I’m ready. I must also believe that just because He let’s go does not mean He has left me alone, even if it feels that way. Fear and little faith can play vicious mind games. But they can never change the living God.

 

I think of Peter when he walked on the water toward Jesus. The second he saw the waves and felt the strong winds he became terrified and began to sink. He shouted, Save me, Lord!” Jesus immediately reached out and grabbed him and then said to Peter, “You have so little faith. Why did you doubt me?” Peter took his eyes off of Jesus and began focusing on the storm raging around him and down he went. Just like my solo bike ride…I took my eyes off the goal when I feared my surroundings had changed and down I went also!


Today it is essential that I believe my Lord is always – in His Omnipresence – right here, right now. When confronting doubting Thomas – Jesus said, “You believe because you have seen me. Blessed are those who believe without seeing me.” Whether I see Him with my eyes or not does not change the fact that He is who He says He is! He is an all knowing, ever present, loving God who knows precisely what He’s doing…Jeremiah 29-11-14a, “For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. In those days when you pray, I will listen. If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me. I will be found by you,” says the Lord. That is a promise worth believing in!

My Identity

I am so proud of Brent. A few times a year the campus pastors at Cross Point have the privilege of sharing a message of their own. This Sunday Brent had that moment. In my opinion it was his best delivery yet. His message was on our identity in Christ…and let me tell you… it was incredible. One of his points that has stuck with me since I heard it is…

“Man looks at the height of achievement and God looks at the depth of character.”

The visual of height and depth really stood out to me. It’s a humbling image in my mind. So much of my life was spent living in a dysfunctional identity based on my past and failures. I was stuck in the middle of that statement. I had not achieved height nor depth. I was just existing…ish. And even though today I know where my identity is I still struggle with where my flesh desires my identity to be. So today’s message was very challenging and received!

You can listen to the message below…

 

Girls Of Grace

Being a mom of a teen girl can have its challenges. Just the hormones alone can be a conflict of interests and recipe for disaster. Being a mom to a teen girl in this society also adds to the challenges.

Having a teenage daughter has been one of my biggest blessings in life. Having a daughter who has embraced my story and past, who has chosen to let it strengthen and enlighten her, has been mind-blowing.

I love speaking into her life. I am honored to give her the best chances I possibly can. We talk about God together, boys, beauty, pain, struggles, insecurities, self-image and so much more. But there is one thing I, alone, cannot provide for her and that is her own security in Christ. That is something that I, yes, can model personally, but ultimately she must navigate this on her own. That is not to say that I, or others, can’t pour into her.

In steps…Girls Of Grace. I heard of Girls Of Grace years ago and loved it immediately for what they stood for. This is an event, founded by Point Of Grace, for teen girls. It provides a safe environment for teen girls to gather and talk about big issues affecting them. We’ve heard it said that it takes a village to raise a child…this is a village I’d want helping me out!

If you have a teen daughter and are interested in Girls Of Grace then you’re in luck! They are coming to Nashville! February 23rd the Girls Of Grace Conference will be held at Christ Church in Nashville. I will definitely be attending with my daughter, Kass, and am so excited to hear from some amazing speakers and from Point Of Grace!

If you have a teen girl, or know one that might enjoy this conference, then I encourage you to attend!

AND…a lucky someone will be winning two tickets to the Nashville event! Just leave a comment and cross your fingers =)

For more info and tickets please visit Girls Of Grace!I hope to see you there!!

Happy Hodge+Tennessee Anniversary!

One year ago, June 13th, we crossed over the TN state line after a 5 day 2,300 mile journey from Southern Oregon. This was a huge move for our family but a move we knew we were called to make and needed to make.

Though we left family and the closest friends we’ve ever had…this is home. This is home.

This faith journey has been amazing. It has been scary. It has been enlightening. Motivating. Lonely. Fulfilling. Thrilling. Inspiring. Challenging. It has been everything we expected and more. We all have grown tremendously this last year.

Brent continues to flourish in his role as Campus Pastor at Cross Point’s Hendersonville campus.

The kids are knee deep in ministry and music activities and they love every second of it.

They both play on the adult and youth teams. Here’s a video of both of them on team for a youth function. Kota on drums and Kass on lead.

I am nearing the end of completing my 1st book.

We are all soaking in this towns creative pulse. We feed off of it. We love just walking the streets of downtown taking everything in

We are growing accustomed to the whacky weather and insects. We’re even calling ‘BBQ’ing’ “Grillin Out” now after being told that, “BBQ is something you eat, not do!”.  But a shopping cart is still a shopping cart…not a Buggy.

To all here who have embraced us, welcomed us in and walked us through this first year…Thank you! You have made this journey so much easier for our family.

Thank you Cross Point for taking a chance on us. We love serving with you!

We love Tennessee!

It’s good to be home.

 

 

Let It Go…And Live

 

I remember the days when I hid. The days when I woke up each morning and the first thing that came to mind would be my bag of secrets. I would slowly get out of bed, grab that bag of secrets, throw it over my shoulder and carry it around all day long. Allowing it to dig into my flesh causing pain, day after day.

It was my way of life. My normal.

This weekend Pete spoke a challenging word to many! Right out the gates he gave us this truth…

If we don’t learn to transform the pain, we’ll just transfer it.

 

Ok. Yes! This couldn’t be more true than truth itself. That was me. I transfered for years! I lied, misled, used, pretended, acted out, used drugs, invited an eating disorder, manipulated the ones I loved and betrayed peoples trust. All because I chose not to come clean.

The very second Pete shared those words my heart began grieving for all those who live under the weight of secrets and pain…no matter what the source.

I still have to work on letting things go. There are self-centered uglies splashed all over me. This weekend I was lovingly, but firmly, reminded to come clean. Come clean with God…Come clean with my loved ones.

Replace Concealment with Confession.

I just want to encourage all of you to find people you can trust to share the weight of your heart with. Most likely, they’re right under your nose. It’s been my experience that hidden secrets fosters a facade that acts as a flame that ultimately burns bridges. It’s just not worth it. Let it go….and live like you were meant to.

That is all.

Thoughts? Confessions?

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I was a psycho woman my first married Christmas

I love giving gifts. I love getting gifts! But, it took me a long time to see this exchange for what it really should be. When my husband, Brent, and I celebrated our first Christmas together we were struggling to make ends meet. We were just starting out and had very little. So, needless to say our first Christmas was extremely tight.

Brent and I decided we would set a very small budget to buy one gift for each other. Brent headed straight for the mall and I headed straight for the Dollar Store! I was practical, bought him things he liked. Gum, armor-all, a wrench, a 10 pack of no. 2 pencils with the name Brett etched in gold on them (Brent is a hard name to find). I paid the damage, went home, wrapped it all up in one box, put a $5.00 bow on top (it’s all about the delivery) and I called it a good venture!

As I placed this remarkable gift under our Charlie Brown tree my eyes immediately bolted to this hideous object lying helplessly alone. My heart went out to it for it had clearly been attacked by a large dose of testosterone. Men do not contain the “wrapping” gene. It didn’t take long to figure out from the outside exactly what it was. It was a Remington Wet/Dry Razor. I’d wanted one forever – but it was way too expensive! And there I sat in a glorious knick-free shaving dreamland until I was interrupted by reality, “I must return this gift!” So I hopped in my car, unwrapped the gift while I drove to…let me see…Yes, the price tag is still on it…Sears. I returned the wet/dry razor, with much remorse, and headed right to our bank to deposit the money back into our account.

Just hours later my husband discovered what I had done. And, it broke his heart. That was his gift to me and I rejected it. Our very first Christmas, first chance to wow each other, and I crushed his hopes and excitement.

As i grew in faith and learned more about God, the ultimate gift-giver, I realized that giving is a part of who we are. I am here, the person I am today, because God gave so much for me. Because Jesus gave so much for me. Christ gave His life as a gift to give me life. God started the gift-giving trend.

Now, a Remington razor can not compare to a death on the cross. But the heart of the giver is the beauty of the gift. it really doesn’t even matter what the gift is. Imagine the indescribable look on Gods face each time one of His children receives His gift of life and eternity with Him. Now, imagine the heart-break He must experience each time one of His children rejects that gift.

So now, for me, keeping the spirit of Christmas alive is to give gifts. It reminds me of the gift Christ gave us. It is emulating His example.

Big gift, small gift, homemade, time, a poem, volunteering…anything that sets your heart on others…that’s the beauty of it. Even deciding not to exchange gifts as a family and, instead, put that money toward something else. Just let your heart genuinely, and joyfully, give.

I used to be “anti-gift” – until I realized what my life would look like if Jesus had been an anti-gifter. So, I give what I can. It’s not about the money, it’s about the heart and intent. When we give, without expectation, to others – we are being most like Christ.

What does “The True Spirit Of Christmas” look like to you? How do you celebrate it? I would love to have you share your story with us over at World Vision’s blog! You can also read some amazing posts on the true spirit of Christmas.

The Fear Of My Past Catching Up With Me

 

A few months ago Angie Smith asked me, and several other women, to be a part of Blooms Book Club, at (in) courage. Book to be discussed…Angie’s 2nd book, What Women Fear.

Each of us ladies were assigned a chapter to discuss with Jess and Angie, via video. I was given Chapter Six: The Fear Of My Past Catching Up With Me.

Let me tell you, Angie could not have picked a better chapter for me to share on. She wrote this chapter for me! And, you.

We all have regrets. But we do not all have to live under the trappings of them.

Please, take a moment to watch the video and receive whatever it is you might need to hear from it.

You can contact Ang, Jess or me if you have any questions or just need to chat.

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HOME – The Occupants Of Mine

When is the last time you checked in on your heart?

I don’t mean seeing a Cardiologist, not that that’s a bad idea for any of us. But, when was the last time you performed heart-surgery on yourself? Dissected each chamber and what lives in them?

My word challenge today is, Home, from Amanda (@iloveblogs44 on twitter)

Having just recently moved to Nashville, TN I could write a lot about Home and how it has changed in every aspect. And I began to, but the phrase “Home is where the heart is” kept interrupting my thoughts.

The image of the human heart continued to show itself to me. The hearts four chambers stood out the most. I imagined that each chamber represents a home and I choose the tenant that occupies each of them.

And this is where the heart-surgery and dissecting comes in. As I began digging in and moving around each of the 4 homes I became very aware that I’ve not been an attentive property manager.

In one chamber was, quite honestly, self-image…or the struggle with it.

In another was Starbucks.

In another was approval.

In another was worry.

When I checked back the following day a couple tenants had vacated, but new ones had already moved in and made themselves right at home.

This discovery came through digging around and exercising my right to enter the premises. A right that I have neglected. Now that I have seen the occupants of my heart I’ve found that I need to do some evicting.

If home is truly where the heart is, then my heart needs some serious reconstruction, because I don’t want anything short of what is beneficial to my life, to others lives and my purpose in fulfilling Gods plan, to get in the way.

As I consider the future tenants I am imagining what Home should look like…what God might want it to look like…full of Him, others, bold faith, risks.

I need to guard my hearts home more. Not close it off, but protect it. Whatever lives in it flows out of me. And, right now, there’s a lot of coffee flowing out of me.

What’s in your chambers? What does your Home look like? Are you needing to hand out some eviction notices?

Why I Got Inked

I never thought that in my father-in-laws lifetime I would ever get a tattoo. Well, it just so happened that I did get inked…while my mother and father in-law were visiting/staying with us last month.

After I told my FIL the “why” behind it…he couldn’t say no.

Here’s the back story.

Our household knew Sara (Gitzengirl) was nearing her end on earth. It had been a very heavy and emotional couple of weeks. One evening Alece and I were up in her room sobbing and sharing stories about our Gitz. My husband, Brent, walked in, consoled us and prayed over us. During his prayer I looked down at my right arm and saw the words, “Choose Joy” on it.

I’d wanted a tattoo for years, but I didn’t know exactly what to get. But this night, I knew that I knew that I knew I was to get Sara’s words put there on my arm as a constant reminder of everything she stood for. That in any, and every, circumstance there is joy to be found – so choose it.

My heart filled with a peace. Knowing that in a small way Sara would always be with me.

Brent finished praying, we all stood up and hugged. And ugly-cried. Through pouring tears I told Brent the vision I had and asked his permission to get Choose Joy tattooed on my arm. He immediately responded with, “Of course!”

Alece was standing there and asked if I’d mind if she joined me.

And it wasn’t long before other people started joining in, too.

I can’t help to think what Sara might have felt about all of this. She’d hate the attention, I know that!

This last Tuesday, as I saw Sara in her casket, she wore a shirt she had made for that occasion…it read “It’s Not About Me.”

This tattoo – is not about me. Ironically…it is about Sara. But even more than that, it is about taking an opportunity to share with those who ask what Choose Joy means. It’s an opportunity to share faith, hope, persistence, strength, perspective and JOY. Attributes that, with God through her, Sara showed us.

So, this tattoo…it’s about others. And that is exactly how Sara would’ve wanted it.

 

What Are You Waiting For?

I’m just gonna get right to the meat of this post…

I’ve been a part of many funerals and memorial services in my lifetime. And the one statement I have heard over and over is…

I wish I would’ve had the chance to tell them…

May I please point out the obvious here?

As long as we still have breathwe still have the chance.

What are you waiting for…

Tell them.