Called 2 Bow

I hate politics.   Its an ugly word for me.   I don’t like the tension that is involved.   I’m uncomfortable with the confrontation that comes when the debate is in full swing.   I have never taken a strong stance on any candidate.   There just too much we don’t know.   This election is different though.   This election you can’t help but get sucked in.   We have a financially driven reality star up against a lifelong politician, elbow deep in conspiracy.   Those two choices can leave you terrified but today I saw a new perspective.   I’ve heard many people share how scared they are for our country.   I’ve said that myself.   I’ve heard people talk about how they cannot vote for either candidate because of the major flaws they see in each one.   I’ve heard people say that they fear what this election means for the future of their children.   All of these are true- I can’t deny it!   Our pastor spoke about politics this weekend at church.   My friends and I were discussing it

In May of 2015 my husband and I went on a dream vacation to New Zealand.   This trip was better than our honeymoon.   We traveled all around the country and hit all the tourist hotspots.   New Zealand is absolutely beautiful.   I have never seen such lush, green countryside.   In our travels, one particular symbol seemed to pop up everywhere.   I remember seeing it on the side of a building and asked my husband what it was.   The symbol is called a Koru.   It was used by the natives of New Zealand, the Maori, to symbolize new life , growth , strength and peace .   Once I found out its meaning I got so excited.   That is what we came to New Zealand for: a new beginning.   Our 10 year anniversary was coming up so we decided to celebrate with this trip.   But the truth is, we needed to get away.   We needed some rest.   We needed a break.    The past year had been tough because we were struggling with infertility.   We have a beautiful son but we still didn’t feel our family wa

We have a big week coming up.   We will be celebrating the twin’s first heavenly birthday.   With that will come a flood of memories.   I dread it but I also look forward to it.   Its one of those unknowns.   Will I celebrate or will I mourn?   We can celebrate the ways that we have seen God move mountains. We can use each memory as a memorial stone, reminding us how God showed up in our worst moments.   Or this week has the potential to send us deep in despair.   I attended a conference this weekend at my church but it was on the way there that God showed up in a big way.   It was 6:30am.   It was dark.   It was quiet.   When I got to the church there was no one there.   I even questioned if I was at the right campus.   But it was in that quiet and stillness that God found me.   I was listening to Hillary Scott’s song “Still”.   The portion of the song that stood out to me was “You’re parting waters.   Making a way for me.   You’re moving mountains that I don’t even see.   You’