One of the things I miss from teaching Sunday school, besides the faces of our class and just spending time them and knowing what was on their prayer list currently, is sharing those moments in my quiet time where God teaches me something new and I want so badly to share it with everyone who will stand still long enough to listen.

Which was another great part about class, they were stuck in their seats and I could get the whole thing out before anyone could hit the door and make it to the stairs <3

So this week I was reading in my devotional and the text was regarding Jonathan and David and their friendship. The author brought me to a different vantage point on this relationship.

Eugene Peterson wrote the devotion and he always seems to cut to the marrow of the issues of Scripture and our application. 

Peterson says, “…friendship takes what is common in human experience and turns it into something holy.” 

He goes on to discuss this friendship between Jonathan and David in a way I had never quite thought of.

It’s a bit of a lopsided thing as Peterson points out what each brought to the table. 

I made a list and will share it here but because I never know what the format will look like in type on your screen, I am doing Jonathan first and then David. I would highly recommend getting a sheet of paper and doing a side by side of the two lists to help you really visualize this:

For Jonathan:

  • The friendship was complicated and risky
  • He willingly lost his own royal future
  • He lost his father’s favor
  • He discerned in David’s anointing God’s hand
  • He understood the danger
  • He entered into covenant relationship

For David:

  • This friendship was essential to him remaining in Saul’s service and surviving

That is all my paraphrase from Peterson’s writing.

Look at that for a minute. 

I have to say I have always looked at the friendship as in:

Lucky you, Jonathan. You got to be the Best Friend Forever of David, the man after God’s own heart. Pals with the guy who killed Goliath and was a national hero at a young age and oh, also managed a pretty impressive musical talent. 

But I look back over that list and I see, with fresh eyes opened, a young man who was in line for the throne and who loved God more than he loved his position, potential and power.

He saw God’s hand on David and he did the hard work of building a relationship based on sacrifice and obedience as a result. He assessed that this friendship was most likely going to cost a lot personally, but he rolled up his sleeves and he was all in. 

So often we enter into personal friendships and relationships because we want to.

We see something in a person that seems like they would be a good friend, someone to hang out with and do fun things together. Someone who will listen when we need to talk and give good advice and sure, we will listen to them, too, as long as it doesn’t drain us too much. We want to be there in times of need, but sometimes things get messier or costlier than we had anticipated and we feel like we are giving 80-90% with meager returns. 

What an example I see in this view of Jonathan and David.

What an opportunity to reevaluate friendship and see what God would have me be as He fills in the pros and cons of establishing covenant friendships.

Maybe God is calling me into some covenant relationships where I will have to take risks and lose some personal ground in order to be who God has called me to be for that individual. It makes me want to just gather up all my current friends and all my possible future friends and lift them up to God…set aside my rights and needs and let Him rule over those relationships in tangible ways.

I want to ask God for the David’s he would send my way that I would be open and receptive and obedient and NOT JEALOUS.

(And a side note…this was not a co-dependant or damaging relationship! This was a God-ordained relationship where both men were first in tune with God and then dealt with what life brought from that perspective of God first.)

Maybe I am someone’s David and that person  has willingly sacrificed some things be my friend because they saw God’s hand on me. Maybe I am not such a catch in the way I return to the relationship.

Maybe my friend who I love and rely on so much has a much longer list of what the friendship cost him or her.

How humbling.

Again, I kneel down with hands spread wide and thank God for the Jonathan’s He has placed that I just didn’t even realize were giving so much more than me. 

Blessings on you friends, you are loved and you are prayed over as I hit send.

More importantly, you are dearly loved and chosen by the God who made you. 

May the Lord guide and lead us in all of our relationships and may His anointing cover those He has ordained, whether we have much to give or are mostly on the receiving end of the relationship. <3

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Three Randoms for a Wednesday <3



While our Caroline is definitely a twin of her brother Emmett, there are some similarities I see when I look at her as if I am looking in a mirror dialed back 59 years. 

Her eyes, the blonde pig tails and the way you can’t leave her alone for a millisecond without her getting into something are evoking the exasperated voice of my mom who gave birth to me at aged 39 and I either kept her young or gave her gray hair or both. 

As I am researching methods for deterring rabbits from finishing off the new butterfly garden I started last week, I read about moth balls which brought to mind one of my mom’s favorite stories to tell about why she was half crazy and yes, gray haired under her blonde hairdo. 

The story goes that my dad had put moth balls out in the garden area and my 2 year old self was found playing with them. They were scattered hither and yon, my hands and face smelled like them (of course because the entire neighborhood probably smelled of them and good grief, what child would even want to be near one of those, let alone touch several of them???) 

According to the never-varying retelling of the event, she threatened me with all her artillery to ascertain if I had actually eaten one…to which I apparently just stared steadfastly into her panicked eyes and would not fess up or deny. 

So there was a trip to the base hospital and who knows what else happened and if I did, or if I didn’t…I lived to hear and then retell the story multiple times. And when our girl calls to tell us Caroline’s latest story…I do have to smile just a tad inside….



I think I can probably stop saying how I can’t believe it is June, because … gulp…it’s almost over. 

Summer snuck up on us because the usual sigh of relief that school is over and we can have more time at home kind of got upstaged by Covid house arrest. 

All the things we usually do when our days are free have been done except in cooler temps and now the summer stuff we thought we would do is canceled and in the midst of all of it our state is launching another new phase of reentry.

Head’s up to the powers that be…a lot of the state is a few laps ahead of you on that…so I’m not sure what we will be legally adding to our repertoire, but I am guessing whatever it is I will still be donning a mask for a good portion of it. 

And I think about how many times I hear and say how sick and tired I am of this. Then I remind myself that history books are full of people who endured much greater hardships and sacrifices and major inconveniences. I can also look around the country and the world and recognize that a whole lot of people deal with a whole lot more frustration than I am right now and I usually end up telling myself to buck up and quit whining. 

It usually works for a while. 



I am putting together in my head some ideas for July posts.

We will definitely have our VBS this year and I have some fun stories to share about summer memories. 

I also am trying to put some ideas down for “How to Journal”…and wondering if you and I were sitting down together, what would you ask me about this discipline….

Please feel free to email, comment (I won’t post on blog) or send me a message on Facebook <3


So there you go. 

Wednesday randoms…and time to go fix lunch for the rest of the staff here at the office. 

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When answered prayers have birthdays <3


In the middle of all the crazy that is 2020, our miracle girl turned 3. 

The sister our Graham told us he was praying for, who showed up two boys later, is sunshine in a small package that never. stops. moving. 

He believed for her and we believed for him and God delivered. Not in the way or timing we would have planned it but oh, so much better. 

Girlfriend relished in her moment and apparently woke up the next day asking if it was still her birthday. 

I laughed…I used to say back when we were celebrating those birthdays in our house…they woke up as the birthday girl and went to bed as “Her Royal Highness the High Priestess of Birthdays”. 


Back at Christmas we got bikes for the boys and made a scavenger hunt for them since they were too large to wrap.

Sister had gleefully joined in the chase and it never dawned on me until the boys were wheeling their bikes out into the family room and she was still peering around the boxes in the basement looking for hers that she would be of the opinion she needed a bike. 

She let us know. 

There are still moments when she has looked up at me with those penetrating eyes and said simply, “I no get a bike.” 


Well you did now Miss Thing…and watching her pedal off while her mom fought back joy and tears getting video was a moment. 

Life will stretch you, let me tell you. 

It builds and expands and while the body may get out of shape over the years, the heart gets such regular workouts that it only improves with age. 

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