That Essential Oil Thing…

I have to admit when so many people were jumping on the Essential Oil bandwagon, I kind of rolled my skeptical eyes and thought it was a gimmick.

But in desperation to somehow relieve my husband of having to listen to my incessant propensity to snore…which I still don’t believe I do…because, seriously…I never hear me snore…

I purchased a diffuser.

I mix a concoction of water, peppermint, eucalyptus and lavender and plug it in before bed.

Inside the gizmo, something makes the water get all vapory forcing a thin smoky looking wisp of scented cloudiness to rise up out of the hole on top.

Am I getting too technical?

The end result is, we have a faint smell of herbally stuff going on and Russ says my snoring has been minimized to just an occasional snort…

So yay!

Did you know you and I are diffusers too?

We are.

It says so right there in 2 Corinthians 2:14…

Now thanks be to God who always leads us in triumph in Christ…

and through us…

diffuses the fragrance of His knowledge in every place…

Imagine that for a minute.

Picture your little self, all filled up with Jesus today…going around your office and your home, the school…the grocery…wherever…

and this heavenly-scented vapor of King Jesus and His Glory just rising up out of  you.

Precious, right?

And it is…except I need to remind you that not everyone will love the smell of Jesus coming off of you.

In The Message, Eugene Peterson gives us the full impact of the rest of this passage….

 In the Messiah, in Christ,

God leads us from place to place in one perpetual victory parade.

Through us, he brings knowledge of Christ.

Everywhere we go, people breathe in the exquisite fragrance.

Because of Christ,

we give off a sweet scent rising to God,

which is recognized by those on the way of salvation—an aroma redolent with life.

But those on the way to destruction treat us more like the stench from a rotting corpse.

Because, while that fragrance of Him that I smell on you reminds me of His amazing Grace extended to me and brings me great joy, it is a reminder to the spirit of those not in Him that they are still separated from His Mercy.

Oh child of God…

follower of Jesus Christ your LORD…

you cannot adjust how the aroma of your Savior will be received by those around you.

But know in your heart today…

if He lives in you…

if you abide in Him…

you ARE…

spreading the essence of the most Essential Oil this world needs <3

And let me just tell you…

you smell…


to Him <3

Oh the irony…

Yesterday the post you may or may not have read was first typed as an email to my Thursday people…the original group that this whole blog thing grew out of.

And while I proofread the dickens out of those emails, invariably I note a mistake…

AFTER…I hit send.

I can correct it on the post here…but alas…the email version lives ever on in it’s uncorrected condition.

And yesterday I left out a most important word.

In the passage of Scripture from Acts…the email version read like this:

From one man He made all the nations, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and He marked out their appointed times in history and the boundaries of their lands.

God did this so that they would Him and perhaps reach out for Him and find Him, though He is not far from any one of us.   Acts 16: 26-27

Can you guess the missing word?

I know…it’s Friday…let me help you out….

God did THIS…put us in the times and places that we live in…so that ….we would….


Seek is the word that is missing.

And I was kicking myself all the way to this morning that I left that one word out…not a little insignificant “at” or “than”…but no…the most important one.

The whole point of the passage.

But as I have mulled it over, I decided maybe God just wanted to let me have an opportunity to add a PS….

Because we need to remember.

What we seek after…we will find.

I tried to impress on our kiddos when they left for college…

you will find the group of friends and the activities you participate in that you SEEK for.

What you are looking for, you will find.

That can be good or that can be bad.

But it’s a sure thing.

What you seek after…that is what you will find.

What are you seeking after today?

A name for yourself?










or the God who put you right where you are, just the way you are….

so that…

you would…






As I have pondered my omission of that little word “seek”…I have been convicted of some things I have been finding lately that are most assuredly the direct result of what I was looking for…

they do not produce the fruit that is becoming of one who has determined to seek her God first and foremost.

I pray if this has touched a nerve today, you would stop and seek His forgiveness and restoration so you and I can move along, unhindered by the weight of it as we….

journey onward <3

Of health and wealth and Jesus <3

I finally went to the doctor to see about these ears that have been plugged up since late February.

Thankfully there was no chastisement for waiting too long. Basically he told me the ear problem is a by-product of some less-than stellar configurations of my sinuses and septum and eustachian mechanics and all kinds of fancy words.

While a nurse typed frantically into a laptop computer, he studied his iPad and plotted a rigorous program of sprays and pills and the use of a Neti Pot.

As he described how to use it, I felt certain he was planning to drown me and collect my life insurance.

Because, seriously…pouring a teapot of water through my head does not seem like a healthy idea.

But I dutifully went to Walgreen’s and stocked up on $30 plus of paraphernalia and headed home to begin the process of treatment that should eventually help me to unclog.

And it’s stuff like this that always makes me think of Kenya.

Because while I am carefully swirling a saline packet in distilled water…

NOT TAP WATER, as the directions urgently warned me not to do…

and setting out my medications so I can remember when to take what…

I picture the Maasai lined up for miles waiting to be seen by our pop-up clinics.

I picture them coughing up TB laden stuff on volunteers in white lab coats.

I picture people I go to church with every Sunday dispensing little packets of Tylenol to women who have chronic headaches and backaches…from dehydration and staring into the burning sun as they carry buckets of river water back to their families every day.

I picture how this medical team will put a bandaid on a gushing artery for a few days once a year.

And I always wonder why God put me here…and them there.

One of the passages I focused on the first time I went to Kenya was Acts 17:26 – 27:

From one man He made all the nations, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and He marked out their appointed times in history and the boundaries of their lands.

God did this so that they would seek Him and perhaps reach out for Him and find Him, though He is not far from any one of us.

From this I learn that God has strategically placed each one of us, in both our time and location, for the purpose of relationship with Him.

This is the purpose for each of us.

Missions and outreach flow from this relationship.

Our connections with serving and giving and being His hands and feet in our sphere of influence are simply the fruit of our own personal reaching out and finding God through His Son Jesus Christ.

While the things of this earth seem to be unequally dispersed, and so few have so much and so many have so little, we all…

each and every single human being…

come to the foot of the Cross…

as the poorest of the poor…

in need of a Savior.

The foot of the Cross is a level playing field.

All who come and take, will receive.

Look around today where God has placed you.

If you have sought Him and found Him, prayerfully consider how God is calling you to share Him with others today <3

A remix that still holds true…at the end of this day <3

Happy Wednesday to you <3

I am running behind and buried under a whole bunch of mail, laundry and dirty dishes…so here is one I found back in the archives that still holds true today <3

Originally posted in May of 2014 …. and I am hoping at the end of THIS day…I have cleared the kitchen counter, ironed a shirt or two and removed a layer of dust off the furniture!

I wrote it as I thought about the guys I have heard use this expression. The good ones, who fight the good fight every day out there in the real world of the workplace.

Your families are blessed by your integrity…your steadfastness…

God bless you all who are slugging it out in the “rat race” today….remember…the rats don’t win.

Have a great day and I will work on some fresh words for tomorrow <3

At the End of the Day     originally posted May 30, 2014 

It must have started in board rooms because I hear it mostly from men who work long hours inside the walls of the corporate world.

Inside the walls of a world that I have never had to cope with.

Where deals are made and kingdoms are built …..

for a time….

for a season…

until new players take the field and new deals and kingdoms are on the line.

At the end of the day, ______________” ….

they say.

And it’s all about realizing priorities.

It’s used by men I know who seem to know that in the end, it’s important to really know what really matters.

It speaks of wisdom that comes with years.

At the end of the day_____________”…..

they say.

And it seems that this always leads to some kind of insight about relationships.

Relationships with God, with family, with friends.

“At the end of the day”, they say.

And they speak about realizing that success is really measured in how much was surrendered, not compromised.

At the end of the day….“, they say.

And there is a quiet strength and a resolve to start again tomorrow with the same integrity…

the same dedication…

the same faith that carried them to …….


the end of the day….today  <3


What did you want to be when you grew up?


Photo by Rachel Maxwell

Emmett told me last week he is going to be a Bug Hunter when he grows up.

I told him that’s a big money maker, right there, and I asked him if he would buy us a house on the beach when he hits the jackpot.

He said sure.

I love kids’ minds for this reason.

They are completely unhindered by the concept that we end up melding what we wanted to do with the complications of salary, work ethic, need for insurance and pension planning…they just know what they like to do and they hope to do it when they reach that magical age of “grown up”.

My mom used to say that I ended up being exactly what I said repeatedly I wanted to be when I grew up.

A wife and a mom.


Only I didn’t realize as a little girl that those weren’t jobs.

They are relationships.

All the hours I spent training in my play kitchen…washing dishes and setting plastic food out on the table…

giving my dolls baths and dressing them in clothes that never got soiled.

Ironing tiny clothes that never got wrinkled on a miniature ironing board with a toy iron that never got hot.

All those tasks that would make up the doing part of being a wife and a mom.

I loved playing at them and I have actually loved doing them for real.

They are the language of the love that would accompany those roles.

The love I didn’t know would make up the purpose of what I wanted to be when I grew up.

It isn’t always easy and I certainly had no way of preparing myself for the task.

But I thank God that He allowed me to become the thing He set in my heart to be.

Whatever God has called you to do …. or be…do it with your whole heart…as if in service unto Him…whether it’s bug hunting or loving your people…let it be always as a fragrant offering to Him … who calls us and equips us to do what He purposed us to do <3