True Home

“Home is where the heart is”  Residence occurs in a place built to suit the needs of the family.  Home is familiar, safe, comforting and a place to refuel.  No matter the situations encountered, home remains in place, filled with ones caring about you more than any other person here on Earth.  You are accepted, loved, cared for and wanted.  Your heart overflows with love when surrounded by these people.  I guess the saying is true, huh?

I decided to perform a makeover (not on me, though it may be needed).  The décor of our home just did not fit our growing family.  The place needed updated.  Our desire was to create a comforting, welcoming and fun environment.  To us, baseball fit each requirement perfectly.  Diligently we worked to compile vacation pictures, print, frame and replace the old décor.  Excitement stirred up as I envisioned walking through the door to see beautiful scenes surround the room.  Something about a ball, bat and glove just sends a smile directly to my mouth and warms my heart.  I am a word person. . .in that I mean, I love to hear different sayings or quotes about a particular subject.  A catch phrase or thought of an individual sticks with me and creates the connection.  So, of course, we will place quotes and sayings throughout of players, managers and any involved with baseball.  I could sit all day and just read these quotes.  But, only a few selected will sum up the love we have for the game.  I want the quotes to express our personal experiences and passion concerning the game of baseball, also making a connection to life.  I want our home to tell our story to all who enter.

Care if I share some? 

“Never let the fear of striking out get in your way.”  ~The Great Bambino. . .Life presents trials and tribulations and should we choose to fear failing (getting that third strike), progress can never be gained.  If we fear saying yes to God because the path appears quite curvy, maturing in faith halts.  God provides just the equipment needed to knock it out of the park and then provides strength to continue on the path towards Home!  Trust!

To extend the first quote. . . “Progress always involves risks.  You cannot steal second base and keep your foot on first.”  ~Unknown. . .take that first step into the unknown with full confidence in Him who went before you preparing the way.  He placed each base 90 feet apart, cleared the path of all rocks/weeds, fitted the base on its anchor just so and provides strength to continue on the path towards Home!  Believe!

Continuing on. . . “There are three types of baseball players: those who make it happen, those who watch it happen, and those who wonder what happens.”  ~Tommy Lasorda. . .who do you want to be?  God speaks in His Word about the important task to make disciples of all nations, baptizing in His Name.  In order to fulfill His Will for our lives, we must take the steps to make it happen.  Fans watch the game of baseball, those oblivious to the sport sit back and wonder what is going on with these people holding bats, cheering and running around in the dirt.  But, players get in the game and follow the coach’s plan to win.  Be God’s player, follow His Coaching and receive strength to continue on the path towards Home!  Go!         

Moral of the story. . .it really matters nothing about what I place on the walls of our home.  It does not matter if walls exist at all.  What lies in the heart is what matters.  Our hearts overflow with love the moment we encounter one another.  Life may throw wild pitches, hit us a time or two or even fly right past speeding at 100 MPH.  But, knowing a team exists, led by a perfect Coach, keeps our perseverance strong.  He will lead the way Home, our true Home.  It matters nothing about décor, size or neatness.  He will be there, waiting with open arms to welcome you Home.  He will say the greatest quote of all. . . “Well done, good and faithful servant!” 

Keep your eyes on Home, properly equip yourself each day, take the next step on the path laid out for you and move towards Him.  Should you fall, trip, run out of bounds or even backtrack; fear not, for God is with you, will call to and bring you back to the position He desires at that season in life.  He accepts all – no tryouts, no trades and no letting go of His players.  Place His Truth in your hearts and never forget. . .Home is where the heart is!    

Trust Him, Believe in Him and Go bring others to Him.  Share your heart so others may come to know where our true Home exists.

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.

Sheree Craig

Obey the Referee

It proves to be the hardest word to say.  Our mouths just weren’t formed to speak such a word.  Our tongues fight back the motion needed to pronounce each syllable correctly.  Our minds cannot fathom using such a word in a sentence.  The word brings much emotion, giving more reason to avoid it completely.    

It appeared in our lives not too long ago. . .

The kids and I experienced a crazy kind of day.  One minute they got along fantastically and helped complete a task perfectly.  The next minute I wore stripes and raised a whistle to be referee.  The arguments were unnecessary and a complete waste of energy and breath.  Yet, they continued back and forth.  Just when the match ended, a bell rang for the next to begin.

Each child must be first, the best, strongest, smartest, most popular amongst parents and win every game played.  The losing party forms excuses.  The other always cheated, rules weren’t explained, a parent always treats them unfairly, etc.  I finally separate the two, which then causes an argument concerning one child sitting where the other ‘called’ first.  I cannot win as referee and no one cares to listen to my words. . .the thoughts of ‘I must win’ consume their little minds and somehow close off the ears.

Anyways. . .to my point.  This referee grew exhausted with the wrestling match and thought it came to an end by the time my husband arrived home.  So, I hung up my stripes, put away the whistle and put on the apron, grabbing my bowls and utensils.  It was ‘make your own pizza’ night.  My son chose the menu so it was only fair to allow him to make his first, right?  Oh, not in my daughter’s eyes.  I called my son in the kitchen and my daughter trailed quickly behind presenting an argument of why she should go first.  She lost and resorted to

watching from afar.  Well, the tortillas were not quite ready to be topped.  I placed all ingredients out, ready for use; including the bowl of pizza sauce I just finished mixing.  I went to get something from the other room, leaving my daughter claiming first dibs next time we make pizzas. . .then it happened!  The event which created a ripple effect amongst the whole Craig family occurred.  Amongst their arguments ‘SOMEONE’ knocked the bowl of sauce all over the kitchen floor and each other.  It looked as though a bomb of red sauce exploded (side note: just spent the day before cleaning the whole house. . .just sayin’).  Being in my apron, not my stripes, I held my breath and ventured to get my husband.  Both kids went straight to the shower and threats of early bed time flew out of our mouths.  I began to wipe it up good enough to finish supper and the kids completed their showers.  I heard a sincere little voice say it. . .his tongue rolled perfectly to pronounce it, “Sorry mom.”  There it was, all it took to completely erase the whole situation.  My daughter followed with the same words.  I thought it was over. . .but, then the ripple effect began.  I became short with my husband concerning all the mess I still had to clean up and kept barricading them from where a rag needed to clean.  Voices rose in decibel, ending with me running out of the room to avoid saying anymore.

In came the Referee.  He quickly informed me of all my faulty moves and sent me to my corner to sit for a while.  I cried out to Him for guidance on what to upon entering the ring again.  He asked me to do something unimaginable. . .something foreign to me.  He asked for humility and use of that word.  My kids just presented the example and I must follow.  So, I began playing out how this would go before approaching my husband.  I could say sorry and then argue my case a little bit, right?  Well, God said no, just say sorry.  But, I. . .no just say sorry.  Well, he. . .no just say sorry.  Next time, he better. . .no just say sorry.  Despite my strongest efforts to present my side, God asked me to simply say sorry and let Him take care of the rest.  He will fairly call the match and end it with a tie.  Trust Him.

I did.  And it happened.  The whole situation wiped clean as if it never occurred.  Why must we win, be first or the best in arguments.  God asks us to simply give it to Him, follow His ways, and shine His light to others.  We cannot do any of that when ‘I must win’ consumes our minds.  Running from Him creates a storm, escalating the effects of a situation that means nothing in the long run.  We must run to Him, remove ourselves from the situation and sit quietly with Him.  He will clearly tell us what to do and which way to go.  Once we say yes, pushing aside our stubborn thoughts. . .we see His mighty work of mending and healing.  He shines brightly, setting the example for all to learn for the next time such an event occurs. 

Seek Him, follow Him, obey Him and love Him. . .He will use you in mighty ways each time you humble yourself and avoid fleshly stubborn ways.  Trust Him.  He knows the big picture. 

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.

Sheree Craig     

His Hand Waits

Crazy thing happened as I turned off the annoying bell that consistently ruins my perfect sleep.  I rolled over only to find empty pillows.  I sat up quickly to scan the bed only to find empty space.  Must be ‘take your kids to work day’ and my husband failed to mention that detail. . .NOPE.  It happened.  A night completed without a sleepover occurring in our room.  Now I understand why I feel so rested this morning.  No kick in the back, arms flailing around my neck or talking heard throughout my night.

A range of emotions surged through as my morning routine changed a bit (OCD challenged at 5:00 AM before coffee = difficult beginning).  I began making my bed instead of the kid’s and tip-toed when laying out their clothes.  I felt proud of my children and praised God for this big step both kids made.  Okay, so maybe they were just exhausted and slept solid throughout the night, but hey, as a parent you take what you can get.  Both kids display one step closer toward maturity.  I look at them sleeping and see how fast time lapsed.  I felt sad to know the dependency level decreases each day.  I felt nervous for what’s to come.  I felt excited as I recall the fun times lived thus far and the lessons taught to all of us.  God’s Hand never left our lives from the start and will remain each and every day.  All this before coffee!  Wow, I need a nap already. . .the intensity of this morning is too much!  J

What to do with all the emotions this early?  Write about it.  Come along for the ride if you would like. . .Have you ever experienced the moment when an event, word spoken or person seen triggers a memory?  I often experience such a time.  My mind puts me right back in the moment. . .to the point I even feel the same emotion I did that very moment in time.  Well, seeing my children grow and now both venturing out from under my shelter floods my mind with my past.  I remember the helpless moments following the crowd just to ‘fit in’, the decisions creating lasting effects, the nights returning home filled with regrets, the broken hearts, the hearts I broke, etc.  How can I prevent all this in my children’s lives?  Sad truth is that I cannot.  The world will throw various situations in front of each child.  I cannot be there to guide, help, decide for them or erase any regrets.  I cannot mend a broken heart.  I’m of no use now to my kids, right?  They feed themselves, clothe themselves, soothe themselves to sleep, walk, take care of their own hygiene and talk for themselves.  Is my job done as a mom?

Oh, most certainly, it is NOT!  My role did not decrease in responsibilities. . .it increased.  I now have the privilege of pouring my heart out to God for protection over my child’s day.  He will respond.  I mature daily as I clean up my act so to set an example I wish for my children to follow.  God will continue to change me so He is pleased with my leadership and teaching.  I now provide freedom to my children, increasing independence all while continuing to point them toward God.  He will have all the answers.  Daily, we fill our children with Scripture, taking every opportunity seen to teach and guide them to His Truth.  Nightly, we read devotions with our children and pray the lessons impress deep in their hearts. 

Ugliness fills my past.  Some of the same ugliness may creep into my children’s lives.  But, I know that forgiveness exists, beauty arises from ashes, ministry comes through trials and our sins wash away clean when we claim Jesus as our Lord and Savior.  I laid it all at the cross and now ask to be used in any way He desires so others may realize His Hand remains open at all times.  All we (and our children) need to do at any moment is grab His Hand and hold tightly.  He will bring us out of any pit this world tries to dig.  He takes the pieces of a broken heart and mends it stronger than before.  He will guide our steps all while shining His light through us.  He will send His angels to watch over us, discerning right from wrong.  He will wash away any sin as we repent and ask for forgiveness.  I never knew this. . .now I do.  I pray each and every one of you come to know this Truth as well.  No matter the age. . .His Truth stands and His Hand remains open.  Will you grab His Hand today?

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.

Sheree Craig           

An Invite Worth Accepting

It finally arrived!  The envelope desired by most.  One little piece of paper just made your day.   All have the opportunity to receive such an envelope, but only a select few accept it. . .only the ones who really know the host.  You knew it would come, but just did not know the day!  An RSVP requires a call to claim a spot an acknowledge receiving the invitation.

The piece of paper received provides details to the biggest party of the year.  A loving, caring and well-liked classmate decided to host a party on their 20 acre property including a pool (all amenities imaginable), woods to ride an ATV, sand volleyball, basketball and catering by the best restaurant in town.  A special room in the home is prepared for all to crash at the end of the day.  You just cannot wait until this day comes!

Oh, you almost forgot about purchasing a gift for the party.  The party exists to celebrate the classmate’s birthday.  They turn sixteen.  Pressure comes with gift buying.  It must show thought and meaning.  It must be one that suits them, used to benefit their life and coincide with their desires/interests.  You got this!  You head out to a local shopping center and purchase just the perfect gift.  You wrap it beautifully and feel proud to hand it over at the party. 

The day arrives.  Every moment exceeds your imagination.  Many of your friends arrived and some you have seen in passing at school.  Come to find out, they observed the joy you displayed because of the invite and wanted to be included.  They went to the host and asked to join in on the party.  They were accepted without hesitation.  You wish the day could continue forever.  Oh, and the room prepared was immaculate, lacking nothing. 

Sounds awesome, right?  I want an invite to that party.  All I need is to bring a gift and my day fills with joy beyond imagination.  I could do that. 

What if I told you such a day exists for each and every single one of us?  An invitation waits for all who choose to accept it.  An RSVP appears on the invitation.  The Host accepts without hesitation and provides a gift for FREE!  The Host prepares a special room just for you. 

The RSVP includes calling out and acknowledging Him as the one true Host of your life.  At that moment, you feel a change in your life.  An indescribable joy consumes your days and each step taken in care to assure the path leads to the His house.  Should you veer right or left, you delay progress toward meeting the Host and preparation required to enter.  The gift cannot be purchased by any amount of money, work or effort.  It is given freely for you to then give back to the Host.  Each of us receive such a gift, but use it in specific ways to suit our Host, benefit His home and coincide with the talents He instilled within us. 

We do not know when the day comes for such an event.  We know it will exceed our imagination.  We are not so sure who all will arrive, but we can work diligently to spread the news of such an event.  Utilize the gift given while here on Earth and upon arrival at His house, you will have much to offer the Host.  Others will see the joy developing in your life because you accepted the invite and responded.  The people you meet will desire the same for their life.  Point them to the Host so they may call out and acknowledge Him.  They too will receive a gift to use daily along the path leading to Him. 

Activate the gift of the Holy Spirit in your lives and seek out the gift given for your life.  He instilled talents in each of us as He touched every fiber of our body in the womb and those talents allow us to be used in mighty ways to grow His Kingdom.  He wrapped His gift inside a beautiful and wonderful vessel.  He is proud to display this gift to the world.  Find your gift, use talents instilled to complete the desired tasks and when the day arrives to enter His home, you will be amazed at how many others came because of you.  Oh, and the room prepared just for you will be immaculate, lacking nothing.  And guess what? . . . This moment lasts for eternity!

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.

Sheree Craig

Balance of Emotions

In all the hustle and bustle of back to school planning, anxiety and excitement float around the Craig household.  The kids and I ping pong between the emotions.  The thoughts of accomplishment, friends, routine and special events fuel the excitement.  Then thoughts roll in concerning new teachers, harder subjects, different routines, separation from home and early to bed – early to rise!  These fuel the anxiety.  I can honestly tell my children that I know exactly how they feel. My school begins just a couple weeks after their first day and I feel like a ball in an intense game of ping pong.  One second I am excited to be challenged another year, learn more about a subject of interest, see my friends again (really my second family), get into a routine of schedules and enjoy the memories along the way.  Then in a snap of a finger I recall all the anxiety from last year, the pressures of succeeding and I dwell on the unknown.  I feel for my children all while going through the same emotions.  What to do?

Well. . .a balance of emotions is needed.  Where do we find such a balance?

 Joshua 1:9 “…Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”

Turn to God.  He stands right beside you through every step, every moment and every thought.  Stand firm, be confident in His Word.  If God is with you, who can be against you?

 Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.
Worry gets me nowhere.  I have seen this in the past; yet, worry creeps back in often.  I cling to His Word which lets me know I am His creation.  He holds great plans and purpose for our life.  He walked before us, paving the way for this school year.  He protected each day and whatever may come our way, we will get through with Him.  When the year ends, we shall be stronger and closer to our God.

 Matthew 28:19-20 Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.”
Our current career is school.  The kids and I must report daily, finish required work, follow rules and meet deadlines.  But, a much greater task waits for us upon the first step into the hallways. . .God asks us to go and make disciples of all we meet.  We don’t attend school so much as to be taught than to teach.  Teach others about Him.  The selection of our classmates and teachers is not completely random. . .we have lives to touch.  We have fellow Christians to build up, encourage, love and comfort along the way.  Our days mean much to the Kingdom of God.

 Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through him who strengthens me.

Says it all!  Why would we try anything without Him?

 1 Peter 5:6-7 Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.
Wow, He cares so much for us and holds His arms open wide for us to run in such a time as this.  He will listen and then carry all the anxiety for us.  Peace will enter our hearts, courage will lead our thoughts and all will work out just fine.  We must come to Him and lay it at the cross.

 Colossians 3:23 Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men,

When the paper returns covered in red, the test complete or the assignment emailed. . .the grade does not determine our worth.  Our worth lay within our Creator.  We work for Him, not man.  What a fabulous feeling and freedom because man continues to point out our flaws, while God confirms our worth and meaning here.  Work for Him, follow His Ways and you will receive straight A’s.  Strive for God’s list, not the dean’s or honor’s.  Amazing how all falls perfectly in place as we keep our eyes on Him.

AND OF COURSE. . .

 Romans 8:28 And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.

I feel much better now.  God grabbed the ping pong ball and told the enemy – GAME OVER.  He already won the game for us.  We can rest assured; He has our back and will guide us through this upcoming season.  Should any storms come, He will provide the protective cover all while helping us grow through the situation.  No more running, coping with worldly “things” or laying down in defeat. . .we will run this race with perseverance, keeping our eyes on God.

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.

Sheree Craig

Which Way?

I am 100% directionally challenged.  Any travel requires GPS or a guide.  Even through buildings, parks or zoos I need assistance.  Forget those little maps provided; all I see are cute pictures and crazy lines.  Not joking, I have turned myself around when leaving a restroom in a restaurant.  Something in my brain cannot remember directions or comprehend north, south, east and west. 

This poses a problem when visiting campgrounds.  I do well with smaller grounds (three or less paths); but, when it comes to larger grounds, I lose all navigating skills.  Our latest venture included a campground encompassing over 900 sites.  Various paths branched throughout the grounds.  Quite a distance lay between our site and the main events (pool, store, lake, golf, etc.).  Within the first hour, my son knew the paths like the back of his hand.  I did not want to venture far without him.  He became my trusty guide. 

I noticed how much my children recognized this flaw of mine when traveling to the pool without my husband.  See, they know my husband navigates just fine without a guide. . .different story with me.  I walked as they rode bikes.  Upon turning each corner, I noticed my daughter would stop and wait for me.  She did not want me to veer off the path leading to the pool, be out of site or become lost in unknown territory.  As I caught up with her and we continued on, I noticed my son did the same thing for both of us.  The moment he could see us, he began riding in the right direction again.  I smiled through and through at the fact that my daughter cares enough to guide me along the right path and my son care enough about his girls to do the same.  We safely arrived at the pool, but I stayed longer than the rest of my family.  So, when returning back to our site I struggled to recall the path we took (time lapse – few hours).  I tried to find familiar landmarks and follow the exact way shown to me earlier.  As I traveled, I kept the highway in my sight for I knew our site sat parallel to it.  I made it home thanks to the example provided by my children and keeping my eyes on the path leading toward the highway.  Yeah Me!

Ever feel directionally challenged in life?  Spiritual navigation seems impossible at times due to storms in life, lack of Truth, various paths to choose from or just no energy to persevere through a situation.  Satan loves to work in these times.  The enemy knows to prowl when life finds us facing various options, twists or turns without a guide.  He seizes this opportunity to pounce on us and speak lies to misguide our steps.  He works to increase the distance between you and God.  He knows God will lead us home.  The path may include difficult times, tough lessons, unfamiliar steps or walking alone from time to time.  Keeping on the path requires faith and trust in your Guide.  Only one navigation tool needed – the Bible.  It contains His Truth to clearly explain which step to take next.  No cute pictures or crazy lines appear in these pages.  Clear, to the point directions.  God speaks to you along the way. . .turn your ears on and the volume up so the distractions OF this world do not drown out His voice.  Keep your eyes focused on the path leading to Him.

This gets difficult throughout each season in life.  So, God provides angels to come to the rescue.  He knows often times we require someone with ‘skin on’ to help, lead and comfort us through life.  Angels come in all forms.  My hardest working ones include a nine year old and a five year old.  Others appeared in my church.  Many angels do not realize the impact and mighty work completed each day.  They continue to say yes to God.  Often times the angel sent has experienced the same storm surrounding you.  At start, they walk hand in hand with you.  Then, they begin leading the way.  Around each corner, they wait to make sure you make the right turn.  His angels care deeply about you and don’t want you to get lost.  Once you made it into the light, and now see Him again, they back off and allow Him to work mightily by healing, comforting and loving. 

Cling close to other Christians by finding a church family.  God works through your church family to teach, navigate and rescue.  Attending regularly helps you learn more about His character.  Navigation through His Word becomes easier and angels wait to rescue in emergencies.  Prayer warriors swarm during emergencies and provide support you cannot find anywhere else IN this world.  I pray for you, my friend, to find the church family God desires for you. . .joining them will make you smile through and through as love and care surround you.  Each member is concerned about the other and helps to keep them seeking God as their Guide.      

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.

Sheree Craig

Miracles?

Miracles. . .do you believe in them?  Tricky question if you ask me.  It appeared in a discussion amongst my family the other day.  We just finished reading about the Resurrection.  Jesus endured a torturous death (beating, stabbing, spitting, berating, etc.) for each of us.  He died so we could live.  God desired for each of His children to come and live with Him; therefore, sent His only Son to pay the price for our sins.  He received the sentence, beating and then carried His own cross to His death.  The scene leaves me speechless and filled with various emotions.

My daughter asked me why this happened.  Why would they kill Jesus?  My answer: He died so we could live.  He loves us so very much and desires a relationship with us.  As He endured the punishment for us, a place in Heaven could now be prepared for us.  Thing is, we must acknowledge this, believe in Him, activate the Holy Spirit in our lives, repent of our sins and follow our God each day.  It did not stop that day on the cross.  Three days later, something happened. . .

And so our lesson continued with the Resurrection.  Witnesses thought Him to be a ghost.  But, Jesus returned from Heaven with a specific task in mind. . .to build faith in others.  Had He not returned, the story would remain incomplete.  He provided proof that He was indeed alive.  He promised to return at a later date. . .He promised for us to be filled with the Holy Spirit. . .He promised to make a way in Heaven for us.  He holds true to His promises.  Going back to the previous paragraph. . .we then must acknowledge Him, believe in His promises, repent of our wrongdoings, follow God each day as we receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.  The Holy Spirit keeps us on track and remains at all times.  This gift cannot be matched and supercedes the value of anything you will ever receive – a miraculous gift.

Okay, so back to my original question. . .do you believe in miracles?  Well, in 2013 the word miracle takes on various forms.  It could be said that a miracle occurs if I go 4 months without locking myself out of my house or car.  Another miracle may occur if the kids go a complete 24 hours without one argument.  Yet another appears when the local baseball team wins the World Series.  The word miracle diminishes in value as the world uses it loosely.  (My opinion), God performs miracles and none involve sports, AAA rescues or peace amongst children.  I believe a fine line exists between miracle and answered prayer.  God answers prayers daily, but qualifications for a miracle go a little deeper.  Defined by Merriam-Webster. . . an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs; an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing or accomplishment.  Divine intervention in human affairs, again in my opinion, would be an event with which no explanation appears but for God to have put forth His power.  So, let us look at just a few of His characteristics to understand – Healer, Counselor, Father, and Redeemer. 

Jesus performed countless miracles in His day.  Read up on some by diving into His Word.  Clearly, these events live up to the qualifications required of a miracle.  I described one above.  What about today?  Do we experience true miracles?  I believe so. . .think about the times when He shines brightly, proving His characteristics.  A patient returns from the doctor cancer free, a baby is born, a person comes to know Christ after spending years in rebellion, a heart mends after the loss of loved one or a person survives a fatal crash.  Countless miracles appear in our day as well.  Let us acknowledge His miracles, praise Him and spread the news to others.  “Therefore, go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. . .” (Matthew 28).  Let us also acknowledge answered prayers and avoid loosely using the word miracle. 

Keep praying harder than the devil work.

Sheree Craig        

Eye of True Our Beholder

 Beauty, defined by Merriam-Webster, means a quality or aggregate of qualities in a person or thing that gives pleasure to the senses or pleasurably exalts the mind or spirit.  One question. . .who determines the quality or qualities which create pleasure to the senses or exalt the mind or spirit?  Who holds this power?  Some might say beauty exists in the eye of the beholder.  So, we keep in check which beholder we will face and continually change to meet the qualities that bring pleasure to their eye.  What one might call beautiful, the other might deem ugly.  Striving to be beautiful IN this world leaves a person confused, frustrated, depressed and angry.  Beauty IN this world steals time which could be used for God. . .

I love getting dressed up, curling my hair, wearing jewelry and dabbing on some makeup.  The process takes about one hour.  It feels great to put on outward adornment and anticipate a reaction from my husband.  Every woman strives for that reaction from time to time.  But, let’s put this scenario into reality.  I cannot count the times I completed the described process only to step outside and the wind pickup to about 50 mph, rain to begin falling, humidity raise to hideous amounts or clumsy me gets something on my outfit.  Beauty is fleeting. . .but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

It lasts but a moment and then is gone.  Or is it?  Just because the wind flattens my hair, humidity clumps my makeup, rain creates a wet dog look or a stain appears on my outfit; the eye of the beholder still sees beauty.  Regardless of the circumstances affecting my outward appearance, my husband still loves to look my way.  Sometimes I question if his Lasix surgery really worked?  But then I realize his vision is perfect, looking at the heart for beauty NOT outward appearance.  When we first met, outward appearance was not what caught his eye.  We grew to know one another through long, late night conversations and taking part in activities we both enjoyed.  Our love grew from the inside out.  Therefore, I feel confident that no matter how wrinkly my skin gets, gray my hair grows or the distance I am from the fashion train. . .my beholder will continue to see beauty.

The problem occurs when I place too much emphasis on outward appearance and begin judging myself based upon society’s eye.  Society can be cruel.  Allowing them to become my beholder slowly digs a pit with which I fall deep into.  Swimsuit season seems the hardest.  You shop and shop to find a suit to cover important areas (which is difficult to find in stores nowadays) and also stay in fashion and be comfortable.  Once I hit the pool scene, comparisons begin.  They increase when my husband tags along with me.  I make myself the beholder and see ugly.  My eyes veer away from the Truth I know in my heart and shift towards the lies whispered in my ear.  My husband tries to convince me that outwardly he still sees beauty. . .but lies speak louder.  Choosing him as my true beholder does not always make me feel beautiful. 

Solution: remember the true Beholder and see through His eyes.  No matter the scene, company or clothing; He looks at the heart.  He created you wonderfully and beautifully.  Did you catch that?  Read all about it in Psalm 139. . .He created you beautifully.  Your Beholder will never speak the degrading four letter word (u-g-l-y) about you.  NO. . .He loves every ounce of you.  Nothing you do physically can make Him love you any more or any less!  He loves you (PERIOD)! 

Challenge: take a look around you.  Look at the beauty in all of His creation – the sky, animals, children, etc.  All of these remain in natural form; no operation, no makeup, no curling/straightening, no jewelry. . .Beautiful just as He created it/them to be.  Same goes for you and me.  Let’s go one day without makeup, jewelry or styling our hair just so. . .wear comfortable clothes and shoes.  Let’s go into this world in natural form, just as He created.  Guess what?   Our beauty remains the same regardless of outward appearance because our true Beholder says so!  Carry His Truth on your hearts, shine His light to all you meet and walk confidently in the body He blessed you with.  Every part of your body was created as such for a reason and purpose.  He uses your body as a vessel each day - allow the Holy Spirit to work within.  Beauty exists in the eye of our Creator!

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.

Sheree Craig         

Nature did not need an operation to be beautiful, it just was.  ~Scott Westerfeld

God, thank You for the body given to me.  Help me to see through Your eyes each time I look in the mirror.  Speak Truth louder than the enemy speaks lies.  I pray for others to find Truth within the Bible to place in their hearts each day as they face society.  Help others cling tightly to You as their true Beholder.  I know You created me beautifully and wonderfully. . .it says so in Your Word.  Thanks for loving me regardless of my outward appearance.  Help me to develop beauty in my heart, where it truly shines.  Clean any offensive way that lay inside my heart and make it pure.  Lead me, help me choose words which are pleasing to You and deny the lies the enemy speaks to me.  Guide my feet so they may avoid any pit the enemy creates.  Let’s go together, just how You created me, and spread Truth to all we meet today.  I love You!  

Working Progress

I am number 3 of 3 children. So, yes, I was, am and will always be the baby. The title itself screams spoiled. I lived up to the title quite well. My brother took care of me often while mom and dad worked. I was the coolest thing since sliced bread to him (or so it felt). His friends treated me the same way and I loved the attention and care. They brought joy, love and laughter to my life. My sister took me in and taught me all I needed (but so did not want to partake in) to know about being a woman. You know, all the girly things that I now benefit and care about. Without her guidance, I would have been lost.

Another aspect of being spoiled came from my parents. Being number 3 meant getting away with more stuff, getting my way just to quiet the whining and receiving lots of attention. Living the life of a baby kept me on cloud nine! At the moment, the future repercussions never entered my mind. Until one day recently. . .

I thought back to different scenarios in life and each time I received stuff without working, others fixed my mess-ups and I never wanted for anything in life. Sounds great, right? Not necessarily. I learned to rely on others to do, fix and give to me. I learned to be served rather than serve. I learned to give up when things seem difficult and wait for someone else to do it or make it easier for me. I learned to get rather than give. Each person did these things out of love for me. None wanted to see me struggle or suffer through any walk of life.

I am fairly confident I am not alone in this one. So, what can we do about it? Well, I see the learned behavior as a barrier blocking my journey towards maturity in Christ. I seem stuck in baby mode due to fleshly desires, wrong thinking and destructive actions. For example, each time something breaks around the house, a device/electronic goes kaput or a kink appears in MY plan; I expect my husband to fix it. . .like yesterday. In comes the demanding words and nags which weigh heavily on my poor husbands shoulders. It is almost as though he has another child (a spoiled child). Another example occurs when situations get hard and risk of failure appears. The moment things get tough, I retreat. I seek someone to do it for me or something to take away all the anxiety of facing this alone and being responsible for the outcome. See how this holds me back from maturity in Christ. . .

As we walk in reliance on this world for doing, fixing and giving to us; we fail to fulfill God’s plan on our lives. Seeking service rather than serving completely takes away our purpose as His Children. Waiting for someone to complete a task clearly labeled for us hinders progress in our journey. Relying on the world to fix our problems or struggles always turns out temporary.

So, join me in changing. Let us wash away old ways and walk boldly in His ways. Seek to serve others and God will care for any need which appears on your path. Complete each task given with God in the center. You will be amazed at what you can accomplish (Philippians 4:13). Rely fully on His Truth to “fix” any problems or struggles arising throughout the day. Guess what? You are His child and He spoils each and every one of His children. You are the coolest thing since sliced bread to Him. . .He will teach you anything you need to know about being who He created you to be. . .all while giving you His complete attention. He will spoil you, my friend, and pour blessings over your life as you believe in Him, keep a relationship with Him and strive each day to follow the example set forth by His Son! God spoils with love, joy, peace and comfort. But, He will not always give you what YOU want or let you get away with wrongdoings. He disciplines because He loves and He gives us what is best for us (not always what we think or want). He knows the outcome, trust Him!

“I am not where I need to be, but thank God I am not where I used to be. . .I am okay and I am on my way!”
~Joyce Meyer

I am a working progress. . .
Keep praying harder than the devil can work.
Sheree Craig

Letting Go

The time draws near. . .the day every kid dreads. . .the day parents fill with a range of emotion. . .it drains checking accounts. . .stocks kitchen cabinets and fridges. . .changes lives. . .even steals some innocence.  Figured it out yet?  THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.  Less than three weeks away.  Kids see this day as the end of freedom.  Parents see this day as the start of freedom (arguments diminish, babysitting issues subside, etc.).  School supplies and clothes take away all the income earned the past two months.  Kitchens fill with snack packs, lunchmeat, bread, PB&J, cereals for a quick breakfast, etc.  Our children leave the house for this day and return a bit different.  With each day, growth occurs, innocence diminishes, tough experiences may arise, homework piles on the agenda, friendships build, friendships dissolve and parents fall further off the fashion train.  The day marks a great beginning for another journey our kids must experience.  We went through it. . .and so must they.

I got my camera charged, lunchboxes ready, supplies labeled, new outfits pressed and laid out neatly, favorite breakfast made and all is well for the first day.  I should be filled with excitement, proud of the growth my kids made thus far, confident that all will go just fine and ready to release each child for their adventure.  Well, I’M NOT!  The more I think about that day, the more my stomach churns, sadness fills my heart, worry fills my mind and tears fill my eyes.  Let me explain a little deeper into why so much emotion.  My son is in fourth grade, we have done this 4x now, all should be fine, right?  Well, this year is a bit different.  My attachment, I mean my daughter, enters Kindergarten.  We have not been apart for more than a few hours (not including staying with family).  She is so innocent, happy and confident.

For example, as we shop for school clothes, she could care less what the shirt looks like or if the pants even match.  Everything I held up was just fine with her.  She half brushes her hair (only when told) for the day and looks in the mirror – the reflection screams BEAUTIFUL.  She holds confidence in who God created her to be.  I look at my son and realize how the years lived IN this world have changed all that.  He must pick out his clothes (b/c I so fell off the fashion train like three years ago and my husband is barely hanging on), no longer does he want to be walked into school on the first day, pictures are dreaded and talking about your school day screams unacceptable.  Comments or photos of playing with his sister posted on FB would so taint his image (as if a nine year old has one).  Worst part, I see him conforming to the patterns OF this world.  As parents, our job increased in difficulty.  We strive to build him up each day, pray for him to stand firm in who he is in Christ and to enjoy each moment given.  It’s a battle for these kids and I am not ready to release my daughter into it.

Despite my grandest efforts, my husband says she must go and I must continue down the path of gaining a degree.  To that I say. . .BOOOOOOO!  I know she must go, but my emotions cloud any logical thinking.  I want her to stay little, cling closely to me, avoid the risk of being hurt, left out, or lose any joy. 

So, what is a mother to do. . .my daughter begins this new chapter in life and my son faces a new challenge as he enters the 4^th grade (switching classes).  Both seem a little leery about it all, but we try not to talk too long about it.  We want to enjoy our summer.  I began praying, like REALLY HARD!  My heart cries out to God to watch closely over my two children.  Carry them through each day.  Protect their hearts and minds.  Renew them daily with Truth.  Work through me to provide a soft cushion on which to fall, ears to listen, perception to sense difficulties and a shoulder with which to cry.  Open my arms wide to them daily as they return to me.  Oh, and yeah, ease my anxiety please (which is probably worse than my kids). 

Here are His answers. . .

“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength.  These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts.  Impress them on your children.  Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.  Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads.  Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.”  (Deuteronomy 6:5-9)

“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”  (1 Peter 5:7)

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart
    and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
    and he will make your paths straight.”  (Proverbs 3:5-6)

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”  (Romans 8:28)

“no harm will overtake you,
    no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you
    to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands,
    so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.”  (Psalm 91:10-12)

AND of course. . .

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.

It is all going to be all right!

Sheree Craig

ABC's

“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.” (Galatians 5:1)

As the Fourth of July came and went, we all speak and think about freedom.  What is freedom exactly?  What rights do citizens receive through freedom?  Some include right to bear arms, to vote, serve our country, marry whomever you choose and work wherever you please.  Freedoms concern our speech, religion, dress and to choose number of kids you bear.  Our country provides countless freedoms and rights.  We should be content, right?  No chains hold us down or limit movements in our days.  Slavery no longer exists.  The world is ours and we can say, do, act and be whomever we choose; happiness, right?

I’m afraid not.  We took freedom and swung the pendulum to the complete other side. . .reason why crime exists, disrespect appears, aggressive driving occurs, verbal/physical abuse towards another continues daily, etc.  Depression, anxiety, stress, fear and anger reside in the hearts of many.  Why?  Sin captures our lives and we become slave to it.  Physical slavery went away, but spiritual slavery increased.  Our freedoms here on earth mean nothing if we do not take hold of the one freedom available to each of us.  Acknowledge the sin which consumes and suffocates, Believe there is a freedom available, Confess and repent. . .begin a journey to true freedom which lasts for eternity.  Start a new life by learning the ABC’s of freedom.  God provides countless freedoms and rights.  To gain these each and every day, simply reach up to Him and follow His plan for the day.  Trust Him with each moment, deny self and take up your cross daily!  Slavery to sin no longer exists and we see this world is His.  He holds the plans for the world and already won the battle for us.  Stand firm in His Word and keep sin far from your life.  Be thankful for the freedoms existing this side of Heaven and balance the pendulum.  Respect the laws, people in charge and those fighting for our country.  But, ultimately turn to God for guidance, Truth and the example of how to live here.

ALLOW HIM TO. . .  “Search me, God, and know my heart;

    test me and know my anxious thoughts.

See if there is any offensive way in me,

    and lead me in the way everlasting.” (Psalm 139:23-24)

PROVIDE EXAMPLE. . .“Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.  Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:5-7)

CONTINUE LEARNING. . .“let the wise listen and add to their learning,

    and let the discerning get guidance—

for understanding proverbs and parables,

    the sayings and riddles of the wise.

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge,

    but fools despise wisdom and instruction.” (Proverbs 1:5-7)

RECRUIT OTHERS. . .Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” (Matthew 28:19-20)

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.

Sheree Craig

God's Army

For several weeks, my husband and I worked diligently on plans for church camp. Three day consumed with worship songs, games, food, fun, campfires, lessons and crafts all with numerous 7-9 year olds. The theme chosen this year was boot camp. We covered some of my favorite Scriptures. . .placing on the full armor of God. Each day, God asks that we protect ourselves with spiritual armor; the belt of Truth, breastplate of righteousness, boots of peace, helmet of salvation, sword of the spirit (His Word) and the shield of faith. The day came for us to begin this boot camp and help prepare all enlisted Privates for all elements of service to God: physical, mental and emotional. We hoped to provide the basic tools necessary to perform the roles that will be asked of them this side of Heaven. Each of the Privates must tailor the curriculum to the specialized nature of their role in life.

To face each day’s battle, Christians must prepare themselves physically and mentally. Daily walk with God, lift up prayers, stretch in faith and fill your mind with Truth are a must. Arrive in His timing to events and stick to His schedule so to better prepare for each battle. Finally, Privates should delegate tasks to those which God intended to complete them. Trying to accomplish tasks not intended for us in order to serve more or keep involved only deprives others opportunity to join His team and offer their service. Plus, if our plate is too full, we cannot accomplish His plan for our lives with success.

As the Privates enlisted, carried in basic personal items, prepared their bunks, said their good-byes to family members and oriented themselves with the grounds I grew in excitement. See, I knew what the next few days would bring. . .growth, maturity, love, joy, peace and memories to last a lifetime. No child or adult would leave the same as arrived.

I don’t believe words exist to explain the experience I had in those three days; but, of course, I am going to try.
I learned:
-Plan A may not work. . .give it up, let God carry out His plan (it always turns out much better that way)
-Instructions allow life to run smoothly.
-No storm will keep God from working in our lives.
-Don’t worry what to say, for at the time you will be given what to say.
-God uses a willing servant in mighty ways.

Quick explanation to some of these (right, like anything I ever write is quick and to the point). . .Due to weather, games did not always turn out as I envisioned. I had to push aside control and let God take over. Plan A moved to plan B and even at times plan C. But always, God worked it out for us. One game period, the breeze picked up, dark gray skies moved in and a few sprinkles fell, but nothing more until the game ended. I love when to see God’s presence so clearly.

The deans, cabin moms/dads and Jr. staff used various instructions throughout camp to lead the little ones from place to place and accomplish goals at each station. Without instruction, chaos occurs. God provides instruction all in one Book for us as we go from place to place and accomplish goals each day. He provided the greatest example to follow, His only Son. Just as I had to explain and even demonstrate the games with each new group, God does so through His Son. His demonstrations enable us to seek how to react and move through various life situations. Without His instruction Manual, chaos would occur in our lives.

Each day, our deans kept close watch on radar. Storm clouds hovered over our camp, cool winds blew and sprinkles dropped throughout the days. . .BUT, not a one storm hit to the point to stop our worship, learning or time spent with God. One time downpour occurred (we were almost done for the day) and you know what happened? We were led in joyous songs about rain. Satan had no power at camp to bring anyone or anything down. Same goes as we activate God in the storms of life. . .God will work mightily and Satan will have no power.

For each game, I created this page long devotion relating the game with the lessons being taught at other stations that day. I was pumped about sharing these with the kids and adults. Then reality hit. Games lasted too long, kids did not care to sit and listen very long and it just did not go as I planned it. After the first devotion, I realized it was not working. I put them aside and allowed God to work. He knew what they needed to hear and He provided the perfect words. He does the same each day for you and me. Trust Him!

A willing servant shines like the brightest star. I watched from afar and prayed diligently for my husband and our friend as they co-led the week. Both came in with willing hearts to lead this group of kids. And WOW, God worked mightily to create a week of camp I will never forget. I stood in awe of the ways God used these two. . .through worship, devotion time, prayer and campfire. I felt honored to serve alongside them.

God, thank you for this week and all the lessons learned. Many more exist and I left camp more mature than I arrived. I am excited to be in Your army and I proudly place each piece of armor on each day!

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.
Sheree Craig

Nothing Else Matters

Remember back when life meant sleeping in until your little heart desired, eating the cereal with the highest sugar count, leaving the house in the morning to play with neighborhood kids only to return at dinner and laying your head down at night without a care in the world.  Ahhhh. . .looking back, life seemed so easy.  Each day I walked confidently knowing love surrounded my every moment.  I felt protected as a child, never lacking for anything, encouraged by a mother’s word and strengthened by a father’s discipline.  Through the years, circumstances began to break my protection, creating an emptiness I did not know how to fill.  Words from the world began to quiet my mother’s and consume my heart.  My vulnerability and desire to fit in caused me to push aside any discipline from my father and do as others desired.  All I learned pushed to the wayside. . .and even worse, I walked insecurely feeling unaccepted, unloved and unworthy. 

Then came a feeling I never really felt before; an indescribable joy overflowing in my heart.  I met a guy.  The word love entered my vocabulary again.  He was handsome, caring, fun, smart and confident.  As I pursued a relationship with him, I found confidence again.  I felt protected under his care.  I never lacked for anything.  His words encouraged me to take care of myself, find joy in each day and be proud to be Sheree.  We walked through life hand in hand.  And guess what?  NOTHING else mattered.  I could have the hardest day one could imagine; yet, my heart continued to shine and my face smiled knowing I was loved.  Life was great. . .

I continued to feel loved by this guy and he held a place in my heart.  But, life began to get harder and harder and then even harder.  Although his love and encouragement continued, I changed due to the pressures of this world.  His love just wasn’t enough to heal the inner wounds I experienced.  I desired something more.  After trying worldly “things” to heal and numb the pain, I realized these were only temporary.  The pain kept returning; so, I reached for more “things” which only proved temporary as well.

Along the way, I failed to see all the angels God continually placed in my life to plant seeds.  One seed at a time, being watered here and there, began to grow with each experience.  Until one day, I realized what was missing, what would ultimately heal the wounds.  NOTHING OF this world could do the trick.  No matter how hard or long I tried, those “things” just would not work. 

Then came a feeling I never felt before; an indescribably joy and peace overflowing in my heart.  I met this Guy.  I learned the TRUE meaning of love.  I discovered His characteristics: Wonderful Counselor, Healer, Protector, Artist, Coach, Teacher and a Father.  As I pursued a relationship with Him, I found a different kind of confidence.  This confidence did not look to what I could do or how I looked to feel worthy or loved.  Nope, this confidence stood firm on Truth; Truth that I am a child of the one True King.  He created me wonderfully and exactly how He planned so I could carry out my purpose this side of Heaven.  I never lacked for anything.  Reading into His Word brought joy to my heart and I desired to take care of this body He provided.  After all, our bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, not our own and we should honor our Creator with our bodies.  I began to be proud to be Sheree.  Nothing else mattered as God and I walked hand in hand through this life.

That was the beginning of a NEW LIFE!  I continued to feel loved by this Guy.  And just when I thought life had thrown me every curve ball possible; life became even tougher.  The enemy stepped up his game.  I had a new Coach now and the enemy realized the power behind this team.  So, as I continued daily renewing my life and changing my old ways (or at least try really hard), the enemy kept throwing curve balls.  He would try to get me to go for his little schemes so to diminish my faith and give up. 

Even though I am further along the path, Satan still works each day to win.  I have realized my Coach already won the game for me.  What I must do is believe that no matter what comes in life, faith and the confidence found years ago will see me through.  I am not where I need to be: I continue to struggle with food, looks, worth, perfectionism, love and relaxing just to enjoy life.  BUT, I am not where I used to be.  My Father has me in His arms and grows me a little more each day.  His love never fails nor ceases. He teaches me the true meaning of love each and every day in various ways.  He replaces those worldly “things” with His Truth each time the enemy tries to sneak them back into my life.  Thank you God for the love you provide each day.  Nothing else matters!  I am Your Child. . .

You can have all this too.  See sin for what it is, go to God with all of it and lay it at the cross!  God’s arms remain open for you.  Put old self behind and allow a new life to begin.  All are welcome on His Team!  Come join me, I would love to walk through this life as your teammate!

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.

Sheree Craig