The One Piece to Living

Think about the following question for a minute before continuing to read.  What does it mean to live?

Some may correlate the word with alive.  In that case, the answer arrives simply by checking the function of lungs/heart.  Is that it?  As long as breath enters and blood pumps throughout the body, we are living?  No, no, no, go back to the original question:  What does it mean to live?

I can tell you that the body given, organs placed strategically by a Mighty Physician, features aligned just so to provide a unique and beautiful vessel and all this working together daily does not sum up living.  That equates being alive.  I want to talk about living.  See, I spent 6+ days alive (at times I was not so sure), but not living.  My lungs worked (the continuous hacking confirmed that), the heart continued to beat (at times boiling blood confirmed by the thermometer displaying triple digits) and each system kept trucking along fighting off such a terrible virus.  But, no part of those 6+ days I would consider living.  I existed, as a lump on the couch whose presence was known by random moaning and hacking so loud the neighbors could hear. 

I sat and watched the other members of the home live.  The scenes were difficult to watch as I knew I could not play a part.  The laughter beautiful, but brought jealousy due to lack of energy to join.  The peace filled home continued just as is without any contribution from me.  The sad part about the whole situation: had I not been down with the virus, I am not sure I would be taking part in such fun, laughter and peace anyway. 

See, I have been alive for 30+ years, heart beating and lungs breathing; but, I can count on one hand how many of those years I actually spent living.  I have been too caught up in society to live. 

¹⁰ Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.  Galatians 1:10

Yep, win the approval of human beings hijacked each day.  Therefore, I worked diligently to clean the house spotless daily (endless job with kids), place exercise as a requirement in order to eat, spent time nitpicking in front of the liar of a mirror, put everything in its place and worked with all effort to look perfect on the outside.  Meanwhile, my children wanted to play Legos, show mom their newest skill, color together, watch their favorite movie together and just get a hug.  My husband wanted attention, to talk about his day, a kiss from his wife and to relax in our home.  I had this living thing all wrong.

Coming down with the virus is not something people desire.  But, I will say I am thankful for every lesson learned while caught up in this storm of pain, weakness and suffering.  It brought humility, reality check and a stronger faith.

Humility in the form of allowing others to do something for me due to the fact I could not even make it to the restroom without crawling (slowly at that).  Reality check in the form of watching what goes on in the home whilst I would have been cleaning, organizing and stressing about preparation for the following day.  Stronger faith in the form of feeling the arms of God hold me tightly through each moment of healing.  God and I held many conversations pertaining to the steps required for healing.  He provided encouragement, strength and hope while providing many lessons along the way.  God is good ALL the time!

So, back to the original question. . . What does it mean to live?

Are you living or just alive?  Take a moment and check on that answer.  Living involves loved ones surrounding, embracing, laughing, helping and loving as God intended.  Living involves purpose, focus on serving and caring for the body provided.  The Mighty Physician provided all needed to be alive in the womb; but, left one piece open which is required for living.  The Holy Spirit fits perfectly into position and living can begin.  We must invite the Holy Spirit into our lives.  And. . .

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.  

Sheree Craig

He Understands

40 And the child grew and became strong; he was filled with wisdom, and the grace of God was on him.  Luke 2:40

As you come up from the waters of baptism, you rise cleansed, refreshed and renewed.  No more sin, difficulties, temptations, sadness, anger, harsh words or unclean hearts, right?  All is good, the flesh is dead and the Holy Spirit awakened.  True; but, the world did not make the same decision that day.  The world will bring trial and tribulation upon flesh.  The flesh will fail; but, take heart God is strength.  The Holy Spirit activated within provides guidance, sustenance and joy.  

Jesus, born a child in flesh, required growing.  Scripture tells of His growing time in order to become strong, filled with wisdom and receiving the grace of His Father.  Why would the situation be any different for us?  Arising from the waters of baptism, life here on Earth continues.  We must grow in wisdom in order to be strong and courageous Christians.  God’s grace is present and offered to each of us; but, we must persevere in a relationship with our Father.  

52 And Jesus grew in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and man.  Luke 2:52

Jesus, born a child in flesh, required growing.  Scripture tells of His growing time in order to receive more wisdom, respect, a voice amongst man and recognition as Son of God.  Why would the situation be any different for us?  We must continue growing daily in His Word to receive more wisdom.  Learning to shine His Light to others by becoming a vessel requires gentle boldness.  We need not beat others over the head with Scriptures; yet, walk as Jesus did in love for all.  It is then, we will be heard, respected and the recognition will reveal as being a child of God.  

21 When all the people were being baptized, Jesus was baptized too. And as he was praying, heaven was opened 22 and the Holy Spirit descended on him in bodily form like a dove. And a voice came from heaven: “You are my Son, whom I love; with you I am well pleased.”

23 Now Jesus himself was about thirty years old when he began his ministry.
Luke 3:21-23a

Did you catch that?  Jesus was baptized.  Why would Jesus require baptism?  He is the Son of God, directly from Him.  My dear friends, the account of Jesus sets the example for our lives.  He knew no sin; yet, received every temptation, grew in wisdom, drew strength from God, went to the waters of baptism, received the Holy Spirit and found favor with God and man.  It took Jesus thirty years to begin His ministry.  He understands patience, difficulty, rejection, perseverance, pain, sadness, etc.  He understands what YOU are going through right now.  So, why not turn to Him for guidance, love, support, comfort and joy?

My dear friends, take this time of year as opportunity to learn about Him.  Watch throughout the Bible as His story unfolds, from birth on that cold, scary night until death on the cross.  He began life in rejection and left the same way; yet, remained focused on His mission.  He kept His eyes pointing to our Father.  He lived daily with the Scripture ringing loudly in His mind: 9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.”  Joshua 1:9

Emmanuel!  Emmanuel!  Emmanuel!  

If God is for and with us daily, who can be against us?  
Keep praying harder than the devil can work.  Sheree Craig

Stain Guard Your Spirit

Each day goes by involving a new outfit.  Not sure about you, but my favorite part of the day includes changing into pajamas and comfy socks.  Dependent on the hours and activity, the first outfit lands in the dirty clothes hamper.  

My children bring in even more dirty clothes to the mix.  My husband drops quite a few as well into the hamper.  Amongst all these clothes, each piece tells a mighty story.  The red marking on my daughter’s pant leg reveals the secret that lunch landed in her lap.  The ink line across my son’s shirt exposes the mistake of not clicking the pen in while putting away other items.  The stench (God love him) from my husband’s workout clothes displays the hardship of such intense work done earlier that day.  The mystery stains appearing on my pants explains the lack of patience to reach/find paper towels.

All this exemplifies life experienced each day.  The difficulty/frustration comes into play when clothes run through the washer without treatment.  Stains can easily be missed, especially when little ones tend to throw clothes in hamper inside out and wadded up like a basketball.  Yes, they are still young and I cannot place full blame on them for missing such stains.  But, really, how am I supposed to keep nice clothes in presentable order if I cannot see stains or have no idea they exist?  -Rant over-

As I dwell on such thoughts, a correlation to my spiritual life surfaces.  See, each day involves new mercies; but, that does not erase sinful actions hidden in the day prior.  Every circumstance, word, action or thought tells a mighty story.  Days come and go that my spiritual life looks like a pile of stained up, filthy clothing.  The word spoken through a frustrated mouth reveals lack of peace.  The drawn mouth displayed for all to see exposes failure to experience joy.  The blank stare displays the absence of love.  The slamming of items, stomping of feet and tensing of muscles due to ‘stress’ explains the lack of maturity in my Christian journey.

The struggle is real.  The battle occurs daily.  The stains appear before I can catch/prevent them.  Be whatever the trigger, temptation or trial; we all experience the moments when a stain clings tight to our spirit.    

Thankfully, God offers grace.  God reminds us to daily clothe ourselves in clean spirit, remembering the new creation has come.  Leave the old, tattered and stained up spirit behind.  Pray fervently and God will reveal the sin binding your life.  One sin at a time, God provides strength to overcome sinful nature.  He knows just the most perfect time for cleansing to take place.  He carefully exposes the words preventing peace.  He peels back the hidden memories stealing joy.  He lathers each moment in love and matures our spirit each day.  He keeps us clean and looking snazzy!  

No stain scares Him.  No stench prevents Him from drawing near.  He will bring peace, joy and love into every moment.  Daily clothe yourself in compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.    

 5 Put to death, therefore, whatever belongs to your earthly nature: sexual immorality, impurity, lust, evil desires and greed, which is idolatry. 6 Because of these, the wrath of God is coming.[b] 7 You used to walk in these ways, in the life you once lived. 8 But now you must also rid yourselves of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language from your lips. 9 Do not lie to each other, since you have taken off your old self with its practices 10 and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator. 11 Here there is no Gentile or Jew, circumcised or uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave or free, but Christ is all, and is in all.

12 Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. 13 Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. 14 And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.  Colossians 3:5-14

Dressing for the occasion keeps stains at bay.  Be ready my dear friends, for the enemy prowls around looking to overtake a situation God has planned to benefit His Kingdom.  Stain guard your spirit by living out Truth, keeping your eyes on things above.

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.  Sheree Craig

One Question

That time of year rolls around again.  You know, full bellies, empty bank accounts, increase in travel while decrease in relaxation.  Stress builds when family gatherings fail in expectation.  Frustration enters the scene when that one special gift sells out.  Depression can seep into the season as darkness sets in earlier and thoughts of loved one’s absence due to various causes.  The holidays do not always bring joy, laughter and peace to everyone.

For some, the struggle is real.  Whether it be loss of a loved one, loneliness, eating disorders, depression, alcoholism, etc.; the holidays can trigger so much pain, difficulty and anxiety.  How can we overcome such inevitable triggers?

One question rings loudly in my ears.  It was asked at church during the children’s Thanksgiving celebration.  The question takes focus off self and destructive thinking.  The question begins the season on the right foot.  The question is deep; yet, one heard every year. . .

What are you most thankful for?

Seems pretty trivial, huh?  But, what if we took this question into account EVERY day?  Before stepping foot on the floor, we answered this question and praised the One that provides. 

I found it difficult to answer such a question that day.  Again, the question arises every year and I can easily ask others for an answer; but, I could not narrow it down. . .

My job – I cannot describe in words the thanks felt for the current position held.  It provides all I ever desired in a career and I look forward to going each day.  My family – well, that is a given.  The three individuals that put up with me daily are amazing.  My health – definitely.  I never imagined such healing that has taken place over the last year. 

All these items rank highly on the list.  To be honest, I hid my true answer due to fear of judgement.  My true answer to the above question may seem cheesy or basic to most.  Over the years I have come to realize what really matters most in life.  I have quite a bit to go in maturity; but, here are a few points to keep in mind when observing thanks.

In the morning, take a moment to look at the sky.  Go ahead, look at it!  Beauty is available to us at any moment of the day.  Thank You God for such a peaceful picture.  Before getting out of bed, take a moment to breathe.  I mean it, take a full complete breath!  Life is given freely and another moment available to impact others.  Thank You God for such an opportunity as this.  While driving to a destination, turn the radio off and prepare yourself.  Though we know not the exact details which lay ahead, the place holds purpose in our story.  Thank You God for trusting us to serve in such a mighty way.  At the next meal, take a moment to chew and allow every taste bud to participate in the activity.  Seriously, enjoy the food!  Thank You God for such nourishment provided daily.  Then, when lying down at night, close your eyes and breathe deeply.  Another day written down in your story; whether success or failure fill the pages, purpose exists.  Thank You God for working all this stuff here on Earth out for good for those loving You!

Now, had I answered the question as such, the kids would have looked at me as though I had three heads.  But, I can tell you that remaining focused on these things keeps the devil at bay.  The triggers of this season hold no power against a thankful heart.  Filling thoughts with Truth guards and protects the mind from toxicity.  Adjusting the eyesight from worldly things to Eternal treasures keeps purpose in the center of every scene. 

Triggers hold the ability to come full force blindside.  I promise you, beginning the day in thanksgiving and praise will provide a solid ground with which to stand and strength to overcome those sneaky triggers.  Will the pain, difficulty and anxiety appear?  Yes; but, with solid ground, clean hearts, protected mind and clear eyesight, processing through and healing from such moments comes quickly.  The Holy Spirit, activated within, arrives just in time to wield off the enemy and his schemes. 

Will you join me and begin today living in thanksgiving?  It need not be just one time a year.  Let us focus on one thing every day and be in continual praise to God for such a beautiful life.  Remember, we are not Home yet and do not belong here.  Keep focused on Eternity – our true Home.

AND. . .Keep praying harder than the devil can work. 

Sheree Craig          

Just a Phase. . .Really?

Typical day:  my son wakes, gets ready, cleans up from breakfast, gathers needed items and waits by the door.  His routine leaves room to play on device and take a breather before beginning a busy day.  Sounds wonderful, right?  Well, my son is not the only child in the home required to get up, get ready and get out the door.  Not mentioning names or pointing fingers; but, there is this precious little angel living in my home lacking sense of time, care or focus.  Typical day:  numerous prompts given to said child to wake up, said child finally comes downstairs and sits with blanket in hand staring off in space.  Said child lacks the skill of decision making when choosing breakfast.  Daily, I spout off the menu available (which does not change) and patiently (okay, not so patiently) wait for an answer.  Once decided, hair still needs brushed, teeth cleaned, outfit changed, shoes on, backpack gathered up and glasses wiped off. 

Oh, the growing moments in this momma’s life does not end when the bell rings for first period.  After school, everything brought home ends up scattered throughout the kitchen floor.  After a shower at night, dirty clothes remain where removed (inside out at that)!  Hair soaking wet, said child receives numerous prompts to brush the tangled mess to prevent drying into a rat’s nest.  Bedtime includes the same kind of process involving said child’s ears failing to function and requests left unmet. 

Just a phase?  I hope.  Some days I feel like all I have accomplished includes various arguments with my child.  Some days I feel like no enjoyment came to my child due to mom spouting out commands.  Around 8PM each night, the remnants of my child’s presence exist in about every room. 

All this is simply an exhausted mom venting. . .I love this child with all my heart and know full well that I will miss this one day.  The cool part about this vent is that an eye opening lesson follows. 

My husband and I observed said child at supper one evening.  This particular evening’s supper had a time limit.  We needed to leave very soon in order to arrive on time to church service.  Our child talks about a mile a minute on various topics as though we have not come together in days.  Then, child realizes a drink is needed with the meal, meanwhile only one tiny bite had been taken.  I watch the child carelessly clean out a cup, dry it off with a paper towel, fill with ice, then water, then put the lid on it and adjust the straw just perfectly.  All the while, talking continuously.  Not a care in the world. 

Ten minutes pass of a twenty minute time limit.  The rest of the family near done with food and there sits a plate still 75% full.  Hair still needs brushed, socks changed and shoes picked out.  A constant reminder that we need to leave spouts out of my husband and I.  Not a care in the world.

We finally get out the door.  Said child sits in the back seat, blanket in hand and eyes gazed out the window.  Words still flow a mile a minute.  Not a care in the world.

See, I have this whole thing wrong.  My heart has been focusing on what time said child takes away that I could be doing something else.  What would that something else be?  For that, I do not have an answer.  My eyes see that the presence of this child reveals in every room every evening.  Why is that a bad thing?  Said child takes time, relaxes, and enjoys every minute of the day, all while trying to have a conversation with me.  Yet, my thoughts remain five minutes ahead, focusing on what needs done and where we need to be soon.  How much do I miss by acting in such a manner?

The lesson here: serve with a loving heart, see the beauty in the presence of loved ones and live in the present.  God commands these things.  Our purpose here is evident in this eye opening lesson from my lovely child.  Wake up each morning and ask God how can I serve today with a loving heart?  Pray diligently for eyes to remain open and see His presence everywhere I look.  And live this day as if it were my last (because we have no idea when that time will come). 

Just a phase?  I hope NOT.  Each day that passes with my children, I learn lessons and grow in relationship with God.  These little people in my home reveal leadership skills greater than any person holding office in our country.  These little people lead me closer to God daily by displaying example of serving, seeing and savoring each moment. 

I love these children and thank God for the two beautiful blessings (even though on most days I feel less than competent to complete such a job as parenting).

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.  

Sheree Craig  

Ugh, Shopping Stinks!

Confession:  I hate shopping!  Now, before you go thinking I totally do not fit the feminine mold, hear me out.  I hate shopping for me AND I despise shopping for clothes for me.  I love to browse around, gaze at all the newest items, pick up gifts for others and mosey on home.  But, when the shopping trip involves buying clothes for me, dread develops and I postpone the trip.

One exception exists among all the dread/hate. . .purchase of scrubs or workout gear.  If I could wear elastic band shorts/pants along with T-shirt and hoody every day; I would remain one happy girl (may be why I chose nursing as a career).  I love the latest style of stretchy pants with a long shirt and cute boots.  COMFORT!  

My husband recently purchased a gift card to a rather popular department store for me to spend on clothes.  TORTURE!  When walking into the store, I ventured to the ladies section and browsed through the latest styles.  Picking up a few items, I pictured wearing them and to what occasion it would fit.  Remaining in the ‘safe zone’, I stuck with picking out a variety of shirts.  By the time my husband returned, all the items were placed neatly back on the shelf.  His eyes revealed the obvious question, “What have you been doing this whole time?” 

Remember the show on TLC, “What not to wear”?  Well, I would be a perfect candidate for the show.  I lack the whole fashion, well put together, know what matches gene.  Again, the outfits created for ladies holds no comfort in comparison to workout gear.  The other factor which miffs me about the whole shopping for clothes experience; manufacturers cannot get their act together when it comes to that little number (which holds lots of power if we allow it) placed on the tag of pants.  One store reveals a specific size fitting just perfectly; while, venturing to another store only to find that same size will not make it past my thighs.  FRUSTRATING! 

Meanwhile, men can go from store to store and pick up the same size without trying on and walk away with a successful purchase.  Why do ladies have it so difficult when shopping for clothes?  Why make it torture trying on outfit after outfit?  I don’t think I am alone in these feelings.  The whole experience opens the door wide for the enemy to plant lies, working diligently to overpower Truth.

Comparison breeds FRUSTRATION!  Envy breeds TORTURE!  With these emotions stirring around, the enemy plays in our thoughts in hopes we turn to the world for COMFORT!

It all starts with the first comparison.  Our eyes see another lady in an outfit and she is sporting it quite well.  Thought #1 – I could never pull that off.  Thought #2 – My body would not fit well into that outfit.  Those thoughts sit for a while.  They sink into our everyday thinking, growing one negative thought after another.  Pretty soon, we detest looking in the mirror due to constant pointing out of flaws in the reflection. 

The negative thinking grows wildly into envy.  Envy towards others outward appearance consumes our day.  Words appear in speech: “I wish I looked like her”, “I need to change so I can catch the eye of the one I love”, “I desire a better me.”  In order to quiet such thoughts, we run for something to find relief. 

The world offers numerous regimens, temporary fixes and plans that fit everyone’s ‘needs’.  The world provides enticing advertisements hitting the nail on the head for your situation.  The world gives relief. . .temporarily.  The world can bury those thoughts, hiding all the pain.  The world, the world, the world. . .

LIES!  All these things in this world will not provide the comfort, peace, joy and love God plans for our lives.  God does not intend for our eyes to hold envy, our thoughts to build standards with which to compare or for our spirit to find comfort in the world.  In this world, troubles and trials arise; but do not fear, He has overcome this world. 

He created you beautifully and wonderfully.  He touched every fiber in the womb, placing all just perfectly in His Image.  He sees a glorious reflection each time you stand in front of the mirror.  The number written on the tag of your clothing DOES NOT define you.  The number revealed on the scale as you wait (even sending up a prayer to see a specific number) DOES NOT define you.  The number of candles placed on the cake DOES NOT define you.  You are not a number.  You are His daughter.  You are His cherished child. 

Healthy appears differently on each individual.  A number cannot be set as a standard for every individual to attain.  Outward appearance does not reveal our beauty.  Shine His Spirit, wear His Truths proudly and walk in His Love.  Truth breeds PLEASURE!  Love breeds PEACE!  Faith breeds PURPOSE!                                  

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.  Sheree Craig

No More Deals

When mom and I were roommates for quite a few years, Saturdays grew to be the greatest day of the week.  Each one consisted of waking before the sun and grabbing the rolled up guide for our morning – the newspaper.  We could care less about results of Friday night football, what concert occurred that evening or who got married.  All we cared about was the lovely section titled Yard Sales. 

I played the navigating role, hitting the hot spots we circled just a few minutes ago; yet, the best yard sales seem to come when we simply followed the blaring orange signs.  Oh, the memories are etched into my heart and each time they surface I smile. 

The typical routine would go as follows: find address of yard sale, do a drive by looking closely to see if any particular item(s) caught our eye, turn around when possible and park if appealing to our needs.  We walked many miles around Owensboro, Kentucky, met wonderful people, built an imagination when discovering how one person’s junk could become our treasure and laughed all along the way.  Of course, a pit stop at Cracker Barrel for breakfast typically existed in the itinerary. 

I do not share such a story without a twist to reveal a greater meaning.  What I did not share is the bargaining, trading and haggling that took place as well.  Most Saturdays resembled the show, “Let’s Make a Deal.”  Price tag says $2, but if you play it right could end up walking away with the item and only losing $1.  Trades could even take place; because, remember one person’s junk is another’s treasure.

In life, this process works out great for all involved.  Cleaning out our homes, selling items for next to nothing and blessing another with a treasure deems a successful day.  In our spiritual life, this process does quite the opposite.  Our human nature loves to catch a good deal, come out ahead on a trade or haggle our way to receive our heart’s desire.  In that mode, we think only of self.  Our focus remains on present satisfaction; yet, the enemy convinces that all is well. 

It has been years since I experienced a Saturday as described above; but, unbeknownst to me, I have continued with trading, bargaining and haggling in life. 

The typical routine goes as follows:  sinful action revealed in prayer/sermon speaking to my heart, doing a few drive by readings in the Bible looking closely to see if the commands given seem worth the change, turning off the current path when possible to then travel a new path leading to greater maturity in my Christian walk.  I have walked many a miles down paths leading away from Truth; yet pleasing the flesh moment by moment.  

Unfortunately, I held my treasures here on Earth.  My walk with God looked like a game of “Let’s Make a Deal”.  Okay God, I will lay down my malnourishing habits, purging actions, negative words and attitude and follow the path you laid for my life.  Yet, unbeknownst to me, my flesh held onto treasures of perfection and following law of the land (society’s opinions).  I simply traded one sin for another; while the enemy convinced such a trade was healthy and lead down the straight path. 

While I planned each day out in complete detail, making a to-do list, buying only the most clean foods, exercising a set amount of time, pleasing others and working diligently to be Superwoman; I missed all the signs God revealed leading to the best treasures.  I felt the need to always feel perfect physically and condemn self when feeling imperfect.  I remained in victim mode for far too long. 

Praise God, my eyes were opened.  I approached the Cross with hands full of Earthly treasures, or complete junk when compared to the treasures in Heaven.  Completely exhausted from holding so tightly to these treasures, I collapsed at the Cross, releasing all to the One Who took such junk on Himself and traded it for Eternal Life for us here.  One trade took place at that moment – my Earthly junk for His Treasure.

¹⁹ “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. ²⁰ But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. ²¹ For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.  Matthew 6:19-21

I may not have it all together, but the freedom received by living each day with open hands, refusing to play “Let’s Make a Deal” with God anymore and praying harder than the enemy can work keeps me on the right path.  Thank you God for not giving up on me and continuing to provide signs which lead me to the Cross.

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.

Sheree Craig

Calm, Cool, Collective

Insomnia: difficulty falling or staying asleep.  Insomnia can be primary or secondary.  Primary is simply difficulty with sleep patterns and not associated with any physical, mental or spiritual ailment.  Secondary involves another factor: alcohol use, sleep apnea, depression, arthritis, heartburn, gastro difficulties, etc.  Insomnia can be acute (temporary due to situation) or chronic (long lasting). 

Diagnosing such condition does not take years of education landing an M.D. behind your name.  You will know when insomnia strikes. The first couple days may not phase you; but, as the dark circles appear, lethargic afternoons arise, coffee cups turn even darker and life begins running in slow motion, you will realize insomnia struck you. 

See, I suffer with insomnia and it is real.  I don’t struggle with the up all night, pacing the floors, unable to fall asleep kind of insomnia.  I struggle with restless sleep kind of insomnia.  In the past, it has been due to bladder overload and need to visit the restroom numerous times.  Now, it seems to be vivid dreams deterring my mind from restful sleep.  I will still wake up at least once and check the clock; but, then roll over and fall asleep.  The kicker is when I wake up with the alarm, I feel as though I slept for two minutes, not seven hours. 

A variety of regimens exist in this world to enhance sleep.  Little pills create deep sleep, yet come alongside undesirable side effects.  Setting up a routine may help the body realize when it is time to sleep; but, life quickly gets in the way of keeping up such routine.  Creating a peaceful atmosphere helps calm the body down; yet, remaining that way for seven hours straight is where I struggle.  My bedroom now glows from a wonderful salt lamp (to enhance relaxation) and my feet carry the odor of lavender oil nightly.  These work to help fall asleep, but dreams still occur fighting my peace at night.

The greatest thing that has helped thus far is feeding my body the proper nutrients throughout each day.  I now take whole supplements to provide missing nutrients/minerals in daily meals.  These provide a greater day, followed by a better night’s rest.  Some nights still create a battle for rest; but, the occurrence has decreased to a phenomenal degree. 

So, why all this gibberish about lack of sleep and battle of the mind at night?  Well, I recently had an AHA moment discovering some core reasons why suffering takes place when rest need be occurring.  I struggle with anxiety.  Not the real fight or flight anxiety.  Nope, my anxiety is totally brought on by the terrible battle occurring between the ears!  It takes a few hours to set in, but once the world begins for the day, anxiety starts to bubble.  First, a simmering begins with a few negative thoughts feeding the still calm waters; then, as moments filter through my mind, a small boil begins; finally, about midday, enough moments occurred to bring a rapid boil to the once calm waters.  I long to get back to calm, peace and positive mindset I had just hours before.  To battle I go in order to win over such negative atmosphere beating my spirit down.

Some days I bring just the right weaponry to win such a battle.  While other days I feel defeat due to faulty weaponry.  The weaponry in the form of a sword wielding Truth at this world allows for the heat to remain low and my spirit remain in a calm, collective and cool atmosphere.  Unfortunately, the enemy knows just when to step in and crank the heat high before I can even realize what happened.  It is then, I reach for the other weaponry in the form of fleshly desires placing only a temporary Band-Aid and actually feeding the fire.   

Ever feel like your day drained so much energy; yet, no physical exertion existed?  We can waist time, energy, emotion and thoughts by building anxiety driven environments for ourselves.  The battle between the ears can turn a perfect day into completely broken.  Leaving us in the dust, the negative day processes while we try and sleep.  No rest can be found in such an environment.  No outward sources can bring peace to such a battlefield.  Only One Internal Source holds the power to bring complete peace.  I realize now I spend way too much energy throughout the day living by my set standards, my created schedule and my temporary source of peace.  Therefore, all day long, I chase my tail in hopes to find calm.

 

Let us take a stand together against the negative forces of this world.  Let us no longer allow the enemy to steal our rest at night.  Take back our lives and enjoy what God has in store for this day.  How?  Place Truth in every moment of this day.  Cast all cares on God.  He is our anchor and will calm all stormy waters.  Save your energy for serving Him.

I am a working progress.  Rest is coming into my life and I am thankful to God for opening my once blind eyes.  I may not do it “right” every day; but, this I know. . .

I will continue to Pray harder than the devil can work.

Finding Balance

The kids and I passed a home that just received a brand new, shiny piece of playground equipment.  The new paint shone brightly as the sun hit it just right.  I pulled their attention from electronics to gaze at the equipment.  I shared memories of playing on such equipment and the joy it can bring.

When calling it by name – Teeter-Totter – my daughter sat puzzled.  I had to explain it further and describe its mechanism.  She then remembered playing on a knock-off one which never touches the ground due to the spring in the center.  Children simply bounce up and down on the equipment.  Not this one; this was the old classic wooden one.

For such equipment to work properly, children (or adults - don’t judge) teeter back and forth by pushing off the ground with their feet each time their side falls downward.  The most enjoyment occurs when weight of people involved are similar; therefore, both enjoy a flight up in the air as well as coming down after the force of opposing side kicks off the ground.  Should one side be weighted more than the other, the teeter-totter motion can be difficult to achieve.  Even greater enjoyment came when balance takes place and both suspend in the air remaining in equilibrium.  This took much concentration, near equal weight on each end, perseverance, dedication and teamwork.

Life can resemble the mechanism of the good ole teeter-totter.  One side sits the world and all its troubles (pretty heavy in weight).  On the opposing side sits you and all troubles weighing down the spirit.  When gathering all the world issues, disappointments received and living OF this world, more weight drags our side down.  The world becomes higher, something we look up to and strive to become part of its way.  Never able to overcome the disappointments, daily struggles, brokenness or wounds, we strive for some kind of balance.

The balance sought requires some ‘thing’ to be placed in the middle of the teeter-totter in order to help reach equilibrium and rise from the pit creating underneath.  We reach for the world, flesh desires and unhealthy habits.  These work great – TEMPORARILY.  Each time we fall back down from temporary relief, the ground underneath digs a bit deeper, creating a pit.  Implementing such temporary fixes daily in order to survive, leads to even greater disappointment, brokenness and pain.  The up and down motion gains in speed due to the fix lasting less and less time with each use.

The moment comes when the pit below us is too deep to come up.  We remain down.  Crying out for help – the One Who brings balance hears.  The One Who must remain between us and the world hears.  He only asks for faith, belief and acceptance.  All we must do is ask.

See taking Jesus as our Lord and Savior is not a one-time event and done.  We must diligently seek Him.  In this world there will be trouble, trials and tribulations; but, take heart, our Lord and Savior overcame the world and in His last breath said it is finished. He took care of the heavy load this world places on us.  He covered ALL of our sins and released regret, pain, sorrow and destruction.  He became the center placed between us and this world.

With God in the center, life can be balanced.  His Scripture fills the pit we created by living of this world.  His Scripture written for us to soak in daily will lift all who believe out of darkness.  Equilibrium seems difficult when the world spins in chaos and turmoil; but, my dear friends, with perseverance, concentration on His Truth, dedication to serve only Him and gathering together in teamwork efforts, His Power will prevail.

Replace the temporary fixes in this world with His Truth – one by one, laid at the cross.  He will replace each one with Truth.  He will bring balance in life and lead you IN this world; yet, taking you out OF this world.  There is mighty work to be done by you, but remaining in the pit dug by the teeter-totter motion hinders such work.  

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.

Bound and Determined

“Red Rover, Red Rover, send ____________ on over.”  Remember this fun, outdoor, no electric source required, communicative, active game!  It was a playground must during the elementary and middle school days.  We would hike over the hill at my elementary school and take over the field to play. 

Now, don’t get me wrong, the game could become a bit nasty.  Running full force into a barrier created via locked arms could damage muscles for sure.  We did not care.  Our focus remained on prevention of the enemy to break through and therefore defeating the opponent while capturing each teammate one at a time. 

Careful selection occurred as the captains stood calling out chosen teammates.  The strong, sturdy children provided increased possibility to gain the win as they could break through any barrier.  The interesting spin of the game came when two weaker children bound arms together tightly and with perseverance sent a sturdy child to the ground.  The barrier stood strong when two children bound and determined to defeat the enemy came together, holding on for dear life. 

¹⁹ “Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. ²⁰ For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.”  (Matthew 18:19-20)

My dear friends, I have come to realize over the years that God did not intend for us to live in this world alone.  He left a priceless Written Legacy as a reminder we are NOT alone.  Daily, we must engage in the Words written.  Daily, we stand at the frontline in battle with our enemy.  The battle can become pretty nasty from time to time.  The enemy runs full force with every fiery dart in his possession, every foothold he knows and every tactic up his sleeve to bring us down.  The enemy works diligently every hour to break our protective barrier.

Protective barrier?  Do you have one?

Do not let them out of your sight, keep them within your heart; ²² for they are life to those who find them and health to one’s whole body.  ²³ Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.  (Proverbs 4:21-23)

 ⁷ And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.  (Philippians 4:7)

Daily, build a barrier which the enemy cannot break through – His Word placed in your thoughts will create an environment where the enemy cannot remain.  His lies stand no chance when firing God’s Truth full force.  While building such a barrier, let the walls surrounding your heart crumble and allow others inside.  Carefully select teammates, who will build up, not tear down.  Choose those along the path revealing strength, commitment to Him and abounding love.  Share together, humble yourselves and allow weakness to become your strongest protection and means of connection to those seeking a teammate. 

⁹ But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.  (2 Corinthians 12:9)

¹⁰ He died for us so that, whether we are awake or asleep, we may live together with him. ¹¹ Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.  (1 Thessalonians 5:10-11)

“Red Rover, Red Rover, send the enemy on over”. . .For I am ready to deflect any fiery darts, avoid the footholds, break down the tactics and put the enemy in his place – BEHIND ME!

²³ Jesus turned and said to Peter, “Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the concerns of God, but merely human concerns.”  (Matthew 16:23)

Be armed and ready daily by studying Truth, building a sturdy team and accepting God’s Grace.  Put the enemy in his place.  And as always. . .

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.

And Go. . .Day 1

The hubby and I began a nutrition challenge together.  It consists of a 24 day regimen, full of various supplements and guidelines.  The supplements provide the body with proper nutrition missing in the day to day hustle.  The guidelines offer opportunity to begin implementation of good, healthy habits in hopes to maintain for a lifetime.   

And we are off. . .Day 1!  The detox phase provides flushing all the toxins out which accumulate as we live day to day in toxic environments.  The skin absorbs numerous toxins as each product used touches it.  The lungs build toxins with each breath.  Foods eaten can build toxins in the system when organs exhaust or fail to function to the best ability in digestion.  As we began, worry arose that the bathroom would become our best friend for ten days.  Not the case.  The process occurs at a pace which the body can handle as to avoid shock, destruction or desire to quit the program.  No harsh factors involved. . .even better, the supplements provide just the right concoctions to aide, support and comfort the body during the detox program.

Count down occurred to day 10, which ended the detox phase and began the refueling phase.  Throughout the program, individuals eat whole foods, avoiding the processed junk in this world (which should stay out of our homes anyway) and drink plenty of water (which need occur on a daily basis to maintain proper hydration every day anyway).  The combination of supplements provided during the refuel day absorb with greater effect due to a clean environment entered.  The organs love and thirst for the nutrients now entering the system.  The lack of such nutrients prior to the new regimen left the body lethargic, malnourished, addicted to processed foods full of sugar and struggling to survive.  See, our bodies, when malnourished, search for temporary fixes just to make it through that particular moment.  Ever find yourself reaching for a soda due to droopy eyes and yawning mouths?  Then, two hours later you receive a crash leaving the body lethargic.  The day still must go on, so you reach for candy or some other sugar source to yet again receive a two hour fix for survival.

The cycle continues daily, all the while depleting our bodies of nutrition required.  We may not realize all this is taking place until finding ourselves in an addictive cycle.  We cannot imagine life without soda, sugar or processed foods.  The path leading to our favorite fast food restaurant occurs daily.  The moment comes when this cycle catches up to us and takes over, leaving physical affects to the body, limiting what we can do on a daily basis.  Our bodies scream for help.  In comes this challenge, no longer conforming to the patterns of this world (stress, malnutrition, lethargy, pain, etc.) and transforming into the healthy you desired for life.

An even more important transformation need take place in our lives.  See, our flesh, when discontent, searches for temporary fixes just to make through a particular moment.  Ever find yourself reaching for that comfort food due to a tough day?  What about those heavy storms crashing into each day?  Do you find yourselves grabbing hold an addiction to hide from the pain?  Or maybe someone treated you wrongly and the phone becomes your savior?

Well, my dear friends, let’s stop this cycle NOW!  No longer conforming to the patterns of comfort this world has to offer; yet, turning to the One Who is comfort.  Let us lay all addiction at the Cross which took all pain for us and offered peace instead.  Let us call upon the Throne, not the phone, in order to extend forgiveness to others just as we are forgiven.  Our spirits are screaming for help.  The only help that is everlasting comes through the Holy Spirit.      

I am throwing out a 24 day challenge. . .one that will begin implementation of good, healthy habits in hopes to maintain for a lifetime.  In this challenge not even ONE pill will be swallowed.  Detox will include flushing all the toxic factors in life which provide the enemy with footholds to bring us down.  This may be tough, uncomfortable and a little rocky at times; but, trust me; the peace which comes by laying it all at the Cross far outweighs the temporary discomfort.  So, for 10 days straight, pray diligently for God to reveal what toxins in life hinder a relationship with Him.

Then, after discovering all the toxins, laying them at the Cross and growing closer through prayer, fill up with Scripture.  Scripture is the only supplement needed to maintain and reach spiritual health.  It will replace every lie the enemy placed in your mind which made the environment so vulnerable to the toxins in the first place.  Daily, take up your cross, delve into Scripture and follow God!  Use this challenge as a lifestyle change and maintain this relationship with God on a daily basis. 

As always. . .

Keep praying harder than the devil can work. 

And we are off. . .Day 1!  

You are Puny

The event filled the calendar for weeks now.  Sunday afternoon booked due to a church outing on the river.  The means of travel did not include a motor, sail or steering mechanism.  A raft big enough to fit the Craig family kept us afloat.  An oar backed by my right and left arm kept us advancing forward in the river.  Oh yeah, we received some help from my hubby as well.  ;-)

The two guys filled with excitement as time drew near; meanwhile, the girls remained a bit hesitant.  See, as shared in other posts, I do not like water unless taking a hot shower; especially unclear water without knowledge of underlying items (or creatures).  Plus, the fact that our safe return relies on two puny arms pushing against a mighty river increased the fear inside.  Seriously, the odds are not in my favor here.

Upon arrival, I worked diligently to convince self that the next three hours would be filled with fun, laughter and good memories.  A bus shipped us to a landing to choose a raft and power source – a plastic oar.  Seriously?  Can I have a small motor please?  My poor family had to take me as the driving force instead. 

Off we went into the river.  No turning back now.  Three miles lay ahead which we must conquer in order to return safely to our nice motorized source of travel.  We hit mile one with enthusiasm.  Working as a team to progress forward came with difficulty.  One side weaker than the other (I won’t mention whose side that was), often found us turning in circles instead of moving forward.  Numerous times, I felt no progress being made creating an intense frustration and desire to give up. 

We stopped off midway on a small island to let the kids get in the water and just chill in the sunshine, enjoying a beautiful day.  Fast forward a bit (trust me, I wish that were an option due to real time feeling slow motion), we began to head toward the vehicle.  1.5 miles lay in front of us.  After 0.5 miles of that stretch, IT began.  One drop fell as my family continued to struggle with the whole progressing forward thing.  My daughter sat content in the middle, husband on one side and my son and I on the other.  Then, another drop fell.  Not a tiny, little sprinkle – these were the Forrest Gump “Big ol’ fat rain” drops.  Okay, this exciting opportunity to create a memory quickly turned into a scene from an intense drama.  Pelting down, the rain picked up in speed and intensity which left my daughter in tears, son filled with adrenaline, husband worn out as I prayed for help!  My daughter stated truthfully that had we not stopped we would be back by now.  Retort from my son – “you had so much fun when we stopped”.  Retort from my daughter – “but I did not know this was going to happen”.

Do we ever know 100% when a storm is coming?  Life continues daily as scheduled, making one decision upon another.  Some days reveal more excitement than the next.  Some paths have better means of travel than the other.  But, all in all, each day makes up our story.  The attitude and way we choose to face each one makes all the difference.  There must be moments in life when we stop to relax, enjoy the scenery and remain out of the water. 

Times will arise when travel through a day, situation, month or year seem quite difficult.  We arrive at the open door placed before us only to fear the mighty waters ahead.  We begin to take a look inside ourselves and deem unworthiness, weakness and impossibility. 

There is only One Power Source that will lead to progress.  There is only One Power Source that will bring survival in the toughest of waters.  There is only One Power Source that will help discern the need to persevere, relax or stall.  Through the storms of this life, the easy flowing waters or the still calm waters; none can be faced upon your own power.  You are puny. . .without Him.

¹³ I can do all this through him who gives me strength.

Philippians 4:13

When we laid down to rest my husband said, “Looking back on the situation now, it really was not that bad.”  Being that we now lay cozy under covers in dry clothes.  Life seems impossible when caught in a storm. . .but perseverance, faith, trust and love will see you through to the other side.  It is then, looking back, you will see the meaning of the situation and be strengthened all the more to face the next storm in life. 

Therefore, each day we must. . .

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.    

Winner Every Time

A whistle rounds them up. . .Ready. . .Set. . .Go with a sound of the gun!  A herd of runners take off, each filled with determination, fear, anxiety, adrenaline, excitement and ambition. . .

Determination to win the ribbon.

Fear of failure.

Anxiety due to comparisons.

Adrenaline rush while running for the finish.

Excitement to be involved.

Ambition to be in the top 15.

Cross country running is the talk of the Craig household during such a season.  My son decided to go out for the team and excelled in the sport.  He pours all of self into each practice, talks excitedly about accomplishments made and works diligently to beat the previous times with each run.  He follows in the footsteps of his dad, pouring 100% into the moment set before him. 

The determination to win a ribbon also sets the environment up for failure.  Being a first year runner sets my son up for failure due to lack of experience, training and stamina.  As a parent, I watch and pray that he does not let the fact of failing to win a ribbon overpower the accomplishment of finishing the run.  Yes, others cross the finish before, run harder, possess greater muscle mass and seem to recover in less time; but, my son finishes each race with pride, runs to his greatest ability, possess the exact muscle mass intended for his frame and completes necessary measures to recover from long distance runs.  He is a winner in my book.

Comparisons can tear down a spirit.  I watch him near the finish while looking around to see who lags behind him.  I hear him speak of other’s times in the race in comparison to his.  I listen and pray that he stands proud of the race ran and congratulates team members for their performance, rather than condemn self for less than results.  He is a winner in my book.

The adrenaline rush can be used to an advantage when geared toward finishing the race.  Adrenaline keeps perseverance in the race even when lagging behind the sea of runners.  Holding the attitude of excitement and thanksgiving simply to be involved will help maintain the perseverance established through adrenaline.  Keeping his eyes focused on the fact that his health allows for such running/exercise, builds a thankful attitude.  His ambition to be in the top 15 pushes him to do the very best the body given can do.  The idea keeps my son striving for better with each timed run.  He never gives up and ends with a smile.  He is a winner in my book.

Ever desire to be a winner in someone’s book?  Ever feel like the gun sounds without hearing the warning of the whistle?  The race of life takes off and you stand at the start line frozen, full of emotions hindering any forward movement.  The world spins in chaos, stirring up clouds of dust which blind and the noise of opinions/ideas deafen.  Mixed emotions lean us toward raising the white flag in surrender.  Fear of failure rolled with anxiety when comparing the next person’s story to our own, overtakes our soul.  Minds begin filling with negative, condemning words, affirming each fear.  Satan moves in at just the perfect time, ceases opportunity to grasp hold of the situation and pulls our soul into a pit. 

What can we do when the sea of runners takes off around us and life appears out of control?  How can we face each day with determination, perseverance, excitement and ambition?   

Determine that the person God created is good enough.  There will be others who handle situations “better”, appear “happier” or seem to sail through life without any complications.  Well, know that God uses you in every situation set before you and He thinks highly of the skills placed in you during creation.  He knows you will succeed in the day in front of you.  You are a winner in His book.

Persevere with excitement as the adventure of today unfolds.  God takes you mighty places and believes in you to finish each day with confidence, peace, joy and love as you seek His guidance.  Remain in a spirit of thanksgiving that He believes in you enough to bring such adventure in your day.  You are a winner in His book.

Every day. . . Pray harder than the devil can work!

Finding Rest

My daughter suffers with nightmares more often than not.  The night begins as does every other night. . .

We gather together in prayer, walk each child to bed, hug & kiss good night and end with speaking a comforting confirmation of our love toward them.  Most nights of the week, a sweet little child vocalizes THE QUESTION which begins a small meltdown:  “Can we switch beds?”  This indicates the desire for my daughter to share the bed with me and my husband share a bed with our son.  We do this about once a week for fun; but, the question comes much more often and we must inform this child that the answer is NO. 

Therefore, meltdown occurs and she lays out a guilt trip in hopes for us to cave in and change the answer.  She fears lying alone due to the nightmares, placing a nightly bondage in her life.  My heart breaks thinking such fear accompanies this basic need: sleep. 

One particular evening/early morning, she ran to my bedside in horrified tears crying out my name.  She let me know of the terrifying dream and held tightly to her blanket.  I eased with the usual comforting answer, “It is all fake, you are safe.”  Then, I pulled her into bed with me for the remainder of time.  All was well in the Craig household. . .for the time being.

Less than one hour later, the same sound filled the room; only this time right next to my ear.  Another nightmare gripped my daughter, stealing peaceful sleep.  She rolled to me, placing her sweet hand on my shoulder seeking comfort.  She told me, “You know how to make it all better.”  Wow, pretty powerful words – no pressure, right?

Ever feel like life resembles a nightmare?  Sleeping actually allows for an escape from such horrifying scenes played out during the day.  Once the alarm rings, you roll over in hopes today will reveal a better storyline than previous pages written in life.  The day begins as does every other day. . .

Grab a caffeine fix, clean up for the day, dress accordingly and head out the door for the first destination.  A sweet, yet quiet, voice sounds inside to confirm protection, love and comfort for this day.  This indicates the desire for the Holy Spirit to share this day with you.  Before facing trials of the day, we confidently agree to such a Companion, Guide and Protector. 

Slowly the enemy creeps in to steal such confidence and freedom of resting at the Cross.  With each trial before us, the enemy works diligently to find a foothold, placing bondage over the day.  Where do you run when such occurs?  When the nightmare flashes before your eyes, to whom do you turn for help?  As the enemy steals the pen and begins writing out the story for the day, how do you find a way back to peace?

Run to the One Who knows how to make it all better. . .

²⁸ “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” 

Matthew 11:28

⁷ Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. 

1Peter 5:7

⁵⁰ My comfort in my suffering is this:  Your promise preserves my life. 

Psalm 119:50

⁵ Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long. 

Psalm 25:5

     

And as always. . .

Keep praying harder than the devil can work.