Emojinal #ccemojinal

Our pastor at Central Church is using the term Emojinal as a sermon series and I believe I fit in every emoji he is using.  Somehow, I’ve left most services feeling very emojinal.  Get it?

I received a card in the mail yesterday from a friend who follows me on social media.  Evidentially, she picked up on some of my tweets that have a sadness tone to them.  She went on to say in her sweet card that she remembers us “this time of year.”  Those cards come few and far between now.

“I can’t imagine how raw your feelings are this time of year,” said another friend.

The kindness in me always says, “I’m okay.”  The real me says, “I’m fighting each day with tears, heartache, and gut wrenching memories that no mother should have to experience.”  I remember something Pastor Rick said in his sermon on depression which included grieving.  “Dealing with depression does not mean you have a lack of faith or are in sin.”  What encouragement for me on the days that I feel the struggle of these “Trey days.”

“Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear.” – C.S. Lewis

I talked with a St. Jude parent who told me that even after 10 years, a four-year loss is just a blip on the radar of grieving the loss of your child.  Whoa.  So I’m normal.  I’m not going crazy.  And what is best, I know that even in my darkest moments, God is still here.  My Jehovah Rapha.

Someone else is still in the midst of this ugly world.  Satan.  He loves to feed me lies that I am alone and the only one feeling the way I feel.  Pastor Rick encouraged the congregation to turn a deaf ear to the lie of abandonment that Satan tries to feed us because if you do not, it will lead to deeper depression.

So what can I do about this depression that haunts me? Well, I can write.

Write because you are angry.  Angry at the fact that so many things that are out of control.

Write because you are confused.  But God is not the author of confusion, so why can’t you sort things out, put it on paper, and things fall into place.

Write because you want real people for friends.  People that own up to their make mistakes, and also recognize their children make mistakes too.

Write because you still hurt.  Hurt for a child who is not here and the child that is here is suffering from a cruel world.

Write because it brings healing tears.  Because you know you are blessed with a husband who understands.

Write because you are screaming inside and no one is hearing you.  There might be someone else who is screaming too.  Maybe not for the same reasons and people think they know your reasons.  You feel like you are living around people in glass houses.

Write because you know God is the author and the finisher of your faith.  And God brings you to Hebrews to remind you of your faith.

Hebrews 2:1-3 “For this reason we must pay much closer attention to what we have heard, so that we do not drift away from it. For if the word spoken through angels proved unalterable, and every transgression and disobedience received a just penalty, how will we escape if we neglect so great a salvation?”

How can you neglect so great a salvation? A salvation that nailed anger, hurt, tears, confusion, depression, and death to the cross.  But Lord, I am human…they are human.  Do they not see?

And God said, Lisa, it is not yours to hold on to.  It is okay if the anger still surfaces, but be the example of my Son and know just as I calm the seas, I can calm you.  It is okay if you do not understand, you will in My time.

Writing helps.  It calms. It clears the mind.  It forces me to Be Still and Know that HE is God!

Writing is a tool that can bring goodness to the soul.

Writing is sharing.  Sharing God’s word.  How often can we overcome the depression and sadness to know that sharing God’s word is more important?

Trey worked in Kidz Worship at Germantown Baptist.  He loved to work with the kids and they absolutely loved him.  But something was different.  He had no fear.  I heard the testimony of a young boy Sunday night.  I knew of his testimony, I just have never heard it from his mouth.  On a video, he said that he learned about Jesus from this boy in Kidz Worship named Trey.  Trey Erwin asked him if he knew Jesus.  Trey was 15 at the time and sharing the gospel with a young child that eventually was saved because of his probing.

Needless to say, the video made me VERY emojinal.  I went home and covered every emotion of the spectrum from pride to sadness.  But the bottom line is I know the angels rejoice for one more soul that will be with Jesus one day because a teenager stepped out and shared about Jesus.

So why am I so emojinal? Because maybe sometimes I feel my boy was taken from me a little too early.  But is God ever early or late? No, He is always on time.  Accepting HIS timing might be a problem for many of us.  Where am I going to college? When will I get that job? Will I ever get the raise they promised? How are we going to pay for school next year? Are these your questions?

You don’t have to lose your son to be in the pits of despair over life.  The trick is knowing how to handle what is thrown at you daily. Thank you Pastor Rick for your suggestion for remedies for depression: Focus on God, turn off the lies, remember the good things, give praise, find support, and reach out.  I am work in progress and God knows my heart.

2 Cor. 4:7-9But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.”



Remove the Label (Blog)

I posted this quote on Twitter this morning:

“The highest form of ignorance is when you reject something you don’t know anything about.” – Wayne Dyer

The quote is talking about giving up labels.  What kind of labels? Well, how about the kind that you put on people that dress a certain way, or talk differently than you, different political views, go to different churches, or dare I say, make mistakes!

Take a moment to observe people around you.  Do they often disagree with you just for the sake of disagreeing or arguing?  As it says in the quote, they may not know anything about the subject, but they will reject your point of view.  How often do we see this in our Christian walk? Do they reject Jesus? Are you rejected?

Christians make mistakes and can automatically be labeled or judged by their peers for their mistakes.  Society is quick to put people in categories and judge them by their behavior, especially our youth.  But how can they peel off their label?

A very popular scripture in Romans says, “For ALL have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” Romans 3:23.  It might be that some sins are exposed in the light and some sins are hidden (in your closet).  The fact remains, sin is sin in the sight of God.

What a wonderful, merciful God we have that he forgives us of our sins! He erases our mistakes! We are CLEAN!

But do friends still look at you like you have sticky glue from the label on your forehead?  You have rubbed and rubbed that glue till your forehead is red.  No worries! Take what you have learned from your label and help someone else. Your label had so many ingredients on it.  Just do not put that label on someone else.

Remember! Matthew 7:2  “For in the way you judge, you will be judged; and by your standard of measure, it will be measured to you.”

Judgment is left up to God, not to us or our peers.  And this can also apply to judging yourself.  I’ve had to look in the mirror a lot lately. Satan is so savvy at telling me lies.  His greatest lie is that I am not a good mother and that I am alone in my grieving. (This is a very tough time of the year and I miss my boy even more.) I had been praying this certain scripture in Ephesians in my prayer room each day and for over a week I stopped because I got a little busy. Satan used that door.

After prayer with a dear friend yesterday, I have regained strength and Satan will not have me, my family, or my son.  You cannot judge my grieving, my family, or my precious Collin.  We belong to the high priest, our Lord and Savior.

Fight with me.  Remove the labels.  No more judgment of others. Pray this with and for me daily to defeat our enemy.  Love others MORE.

Ephesians 6:12 “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places.”

Lift up your head and remove the label.

“It’s Been a Long Day – 2012”

We had a long night last night.  We thought Trey was running fever.  He was acting very anxious, having tremors, extremely nauseated, but he had been sleeping until that point off and on all day.

Luckily, while we were taking his temp, his dr sent a text to check on him.  I thought since he had been sleeping all day, he was starting to feel the effects of the chemo and experiencing the extreme tired feeling we were told he would feel.  As I talked to the dr., we realized that the change occurred after the nurse had been out earlier in the day and had  removed the basil rate of his pain pump.

When Jay returned from Walmart at 9:45 with a new thermometer, he had no fever.  I was pushing his bolus every 15 minutes to get the dilaudid in his system as we realized he was experiencing withdrawal from the dilaudid.

We reached the nurse by 10:45 and she arrived around 11 p.m.  By that time the dilaudid was back into his system and he had calmed down.  The doctors ordered for the basil rate to be continued along with his bolus.  In layman’s terms ;o) – They took him off his continuous feed of pain meds yesterday and he only had his pump to push.  They wanted to do this to try to wean him off so that he could begin to take pain meds by mouth.  When you have been taking the level he has for as long as he has, you can’t cut it off cold turkey and just leave him with the pump.

Needless to say, he has everything back that he had when he left St. Jude.  He did not get to sleep until 3 a.m. and I did not sleep well either.  He’s having some crazy dreams, but we are getting some good laughs.

Here again, just what would I have done if his dr would not have sent me a text just just at the right time to check on him? What a life saver! She kept me calm when I had no idea what was going on and Trey was punching the wall.

As most of you have already read, I got a text from him at 8 this morning asking if he could have Captain Crunch cereal for breakfast! That’s how we communicate.  He is upstairs and we are downstairs, so we either call each other on our phones or text.  I do have a baby monitor hooked up, but he doesn’t like it.  He had his cereal and kept every bite down.  He has eaten well today.  Turkey sandwich and a small plate of a chicken casserole.

He has had a lot of visitors today.  Needless to say he is WORN OUT! Dad and I changed his sheets, gave him his meds, and have tucked him in for the night.

One thing we did talk about this morning is his devotional he read when he woke up.  He reads Jesus Calling every morning that I gave him a year or so ago.  He tweeted part of the devotional.  I’ll post it for you.

“Come to Me for understanding, since I know you far better than you know yourself.  I comprehend you in all your complexity; no detail of your life is hidden from Me.  I view you through eyes of grace, so don’t be afraid of My intimate awareness.  Allow the light of My healing Presence to shine into the deepest recesses of your being–cleansing, healing, refreshing, and renewing you.  Trust Me enough to accept the full forgiveness that I offer you continually.  This great gift, which cost Me My Life, is yours for all eternity.  Forgiveness is at the very core of My abiding presence.  I will never leave you or forsake you.

When no one else seems to understand you, simply draw closer to Me.  Rejoice in the One who understands you completely and loves you perfectly.  As I fill you with My Love, you become a reservoir of love, overflowing into the lives of other people.”  Ps. 139:1-4; 2 Cor. 1:21-22; Joshua 1:5

“No one will be able to stand against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you.” Joshua 1:5

So tonight, he rests.

On another note, tomorrow we will be thinking about our friend and coach of the CHS lacrosse team, Steven Shipowitz who will be running the Germantown Half Marathon #1340 for Trey! 13 miles! Go Steve! Thanks so much!


For some reason, God brought me back to the Caring Bridge page to read this to remind me what He said in Joshua.  “…I will never leave you nor forsake you.”  In the last four years, in grieving, pain, tears, joy, laughter, and sorrow, He has always been there. Have I always acknowledged Him? No.

God has taught me many things.  Things I need to share to bring others to Christ.  What has he taught you that you might need to share with someone?  Has your day been long? Are you weary? As I told a friend yesterday, there is an elephant in my room that will not move his butt!  I understand.  For me, the days are still long.

Allie Allen (Blog)

A 15 year old athlete.  An outgoing, charismatic personality. A rare cancer. No cure. Another St. Jude patient.  Sounding familiar? Sounds like Trey, but it isn’t.  It’s a sweet, beautiful girl,  Allie Allen.  A precious teen with hopes and dreams suffering with a form of an aggressive brain cancer that has at this time caused the doctors to recommend halting all treatment.  I remember those words.  “The treatment isn’t working.”

How do you move forward?  I’ve talked to Debbi Allen, Allie’s mom, on occasion over the last two months about living out each day.  If anything, she is grabbing everything for Allie and making the most of each day for her.  Debbi sparked my memory after we had a conversation at a recent Grizzlies game. I remembered how excited Trey was when he met the team, went in the locker room, and to this day we still have Rudy Gay’s shoes sitting in our office.  It’s those moments that the Allen family live for each day.  They put the smile you see on Allie’s face.  In turn, that makes for one happy mama.

But what you see are the smiles on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, news and even in person.  What you don’t see is Allie’s anxiety, exhaustion, nausea, and pain.  Most of the time, you hardly see that on most of the public St. Jude patients.  There were days that we knew an event would be coming up and Trey would dread the publicity for the shear fact that it drew attention to his cancer.  If I had a dime for each time he said, “All I want is to be normal,” I would be rich, and so would the Allen family.  That is what Allie wants most, to be a normal teen.  I bet you would hear that from all St. Jude patients.  I know Collin doesn’t particularly like the fact that he is one of Danny’s kids either.

The Allen family received the “phone call” or the “talk” from the doctors suggesting no more treatment.  As you are sitting in this small conference room and the doctors you have trusted each day for each step begin to give you this information, the walls slowly close in.  For me, it was a fight or flight situation and all I could do was ask more questions, “What about this? What about that?” The answers I received, “It will not work this time.”  Debbi and Eric have been in the same situation.  I’m not sure if Allie was in the room at the time, Trey was not.  I was alone, holding it together, as I have been perceived the strong, stoic mother.

It’s called FAITH.  It’s called HOPE.  It’s called GOALS.  You just don’t give up as you walk through your nightmare.  I remember one young person asking why I had goals for Trey when I knew he was dying.  I’m sure Debbi will agree.  It’s a part of hope and faith as you fight a battle that Allie and Trey both said cancer WILL NOT and DID NOT win.  I was listening to someone on television this last week and she was talking about her faith in God (okay, I’ll admit it, it was Kristin Chenoweth and she was selling her jewelry on HSN).  But something she said struck me.  She began to talk about how people have faith in many things with God first, such as family, friends, and that is one thing that has helped her on her journey.  Because of this, she designed a ring in the shape of an anchor.  My mind went immediately to Hebrews! “This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sure and steadfast and one which enters within the veil, where Jesus has entered as a forerunner for us, having become a high priest forever according to the order of Melchizedek.” Hebrews 6:19 and 20.

As Christ is the anchor for Allie’s soul first and foremost, Allie has an anchor in St. Jude, her friends, her family, and yes, the public.  This isn’t a path she chose for herself, nor did Trey.  But these are things that are constant in her life that she can hold on to.  On those days that maybe Debbi OR Allie can put their feet on the floor, there is hope and faith that they have in an anchor to keep them grounded.  It might be an appearance, a concert, a ballgame, or Allie’s ability to show up at Houston High (oh, what a dream!).  That’s what they fight for.

I think the most angry I have been was when a local television station edited an interview to make it sound like St. Jude was not covering Trey’s care.  St. Jude is the most wonderful institution in the United States to care for OUR children at no cost.  NO COST!  There would be NO WAY we could afford to have Collin remain a patient there.   BUT, St. Jude did not pay our house note.  That was the point of the PrayForTrey account and the point of the GoFundMe for the Allen family.  I totally understand Debbi’s feeling of guilt.  It’s not pride or embarrassment, it is just an overwhelming feeling of not believing you’re in the situation you are in and that total strangers are helping you.  There is no way to return what people did for us and I stress to Debbi, do not worry about repaying the GOOD of others.  I have told her, take these as the blessings they are meant to be.  I did not get paid when I took family medical leave for the months I was off before and after Trey’s death.  I needed to be with my child.  Debbi and Eric need to be with their child.  Debbi has been down her OWN road since she just finished treatment for breast cancer.

What Debbi and I have talked about most is how we have so much in common regarding wanting to scream at the madness (me in grief), being sad, depressed, and just not knowing what to do next.  I told her, satan will rob your joy at every corner! (John 10:10) What most don’t realize is we had things in common before Allie got sick.  Their son, Zach, played football against Trey, and I love getting those big hugs every time I see him.  Collierville is such a close knit community.  More than that, God has a way of bringing people together.  We have laughed together, we have prayed together, I have texted, tweeted, etc. many times for this sweet family.

One thing we know, tomorrow might not bring answers OR answers we are wanting to hear.  But we do know that we serve a mighty God and I told Debbi, on behalf of the family, I would ask for you to pray for them.  Sometimes, there is nothing more that you can do other than donate a few dollars to GoFundMe, pray that it be multiplied, and pray for peaceful days for the Allen family.

We love you Allen family. We are praying for you and we know God hears our prayers, catches each tear, and has a purpose for all things!  We don’t always understand those things, but that is when we call on our faith. Grab it! Hold tight! Allie, keep reaching for the stars and stay in the word of God!

“And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.” Rom. 8:28

God has a plan.

Allie has a purpose.

On the Way Home

I saw a post today from one of Trey’s friends to his mother that said “On the way home.” I know how excited she is to have her son home for the Thanksgiving holidays.  I just had lunch with three college kids that are glad to be home for Thanksgiving.  Family time is important.

This year will be the first to have Thanksgiving at the Erwin home.  I’m not sure how it came about because we always celebrate the holidays at my sister’s house.  Last weekend, I was actually in a panic because of the thought that the Martha Stewart was not going to show up at my door, cook a turkey, and arrange beautiful decorations on each table.  This thought literally put me in bed and made my head hurt.  Seriously.

As I sat at lunch today with Trey’s friends, it was good to laugh, say his name, and dream of their futures with them.  Yes Madison, he is laughing at you for getting Bieber tickets.  I continued to think of how they would be sitting around each of their respective tables, but their friend, my Trey, would not be at my Thanksgiving table.  There are MANY children that will not be at the Thanksgiving table this year.  For some, it’s their first year, but I can tell you that it can be the first or fourth, the feelings are the same.


I asked special friends to begin pray for me because I know it will be an emotional time.  A friend had an idea that maybe I could put a place setting for Trey at the Thanksgiving table just as a reminder that he is and will always be with us.  But the phrase “On the way home” has been stuck in my head.  As we feast on turkey, ham, etc., my Trey will be feasting with angels, Jesus, Noah, Moses, Adam, Paul, Job, both this grandfathers, his Uncle Barry, and so many more.  I think I’m the one at the wrong table.  What a feast he experiences EACH DAY!

I remember the last thing I said to him as I laid next to him in his St. Jude bed.  “Run to Jesus buddy, run to Jesus.” I heard Trey today. That is rare. He hasn’t traveled far from me and he said, “Mom, I AM home.”

I don’t think I’ll need that place setting at the table.  He made it home.

“These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

Trey Will be done



You Can’t See Through Mud

“I can’t see through mud.” That is a phrase I have used and it has definitely been used on me. It can be irritating when someone is standing in front of you and you’re trying your best to see around them. There are times that nothing can be said except, “Excuse me.” Hopefully the hint is well taken.

For the last couple of weeks I have felt down and disappointed. God actually told me NO! Can you believe that? I think I’ve been in shock and I know, very hurt. When God closes a door on plans you’ve made that you think were also His plans, it can affect you in many ways. For me, it was unexpected. I have wallowed in this disappointment even though I know God always has better plans.

How often do we choose to wallow in our disappointment, sadness, and yes, even our grief. We want to own it like it belongs to us.

I realized on the way home from church tonight that I was muddy. I actually felt muddy. You know, that good ole’ dried, caked on mud. There have been so many questions I have been asking God over the last several weeks, not finding answers, and I remembered His words.

“I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” Galatians 2:20

How can I live for Christ and expect others to see Him in me if I am muddy? Accepting God’s will for our lives is hard and I have to remember that I can’t wallow in the disappointments life will bring.

Life brings change. Change takes time. Acceptance takes time. With time springs hope.  Christ is our hope.

Yes, I will still wallow. I held back tears all day today. Tears can cause migraines! But those tears are ones that Jesus catches. I will choose to live another day clean by the blood of my Savior. Do you realize His tears on the cross is what makes us clean and we muddy ourselves on our own?

Tonight, I am thankful I can come to my Savior, give him my disappointment, wash off this mud, and pray that tomorrow someone will see Jesus in me.

Jesus, see through me. Wash me clean, even when I grieve.

When Tragedy and Grief Meet (Prayer Blog)

Lord, I never want to take for granted coming before your presence or especially the platform you have given me to share Jesus.  My heart desires to write and I can’t put words on paper.  Everything that comes to mind brings me back around to prayer before you.  Please honor my words as a sweet sacrifice.

God, I was honest when I asked Shawn why would you lead me to Central only to put me in the middle of another tragedy with a student that has had such a huge impact on a youth group, a school, and a community.  My hurt is still so raw and it hurts when people say, “Haven’t you gotten over that yet?” The only soothing balm for my heart is knowing that Grant and Trey are at your feet.

OH GOD! You know there are days that I just sit and stare into space thinking of my boy and remember all the events surrounding his short four months of pancreatic cancer and still so many questions come to my mind.  So many questions that I know will never be answered this side of heaven.  Why Trey Erwin at age 15? Why Grant by a car accident at age 17? But how do we help children understand a grieving process for their friend when I cannot grasp it sometimes for my own son.

My head and my heart knows Romans 8:28 like the back of my hand and I repeat it like I’m convincing myself of your mighty power. “And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.”  I am begging you to help the youth find your purpose in the midst of tragedy.

The question on their minds is why not healing? Oh how I begged and prayed to you for Trey’s healing.  Trey understood better than his mama because he knew he was gaining eternal life and I was losing his on earth.  If only we could be so wise.  Gaining Grant so instantly doesn’t give us answers, only confusion. Lord, the kids are drowning in grief for their buddy and classmate.  Only you can orchestrate to put someone in their path that will comfort when they need to know that Grant’s precious life served your purpose.  It’s just something we have a hard time accepting because you made us human.

I cannot fathom how you created every living creature on the earth and made each one of them different in some way.  It reminds me of how each of us are different and we will grieve differently.  Lord, so many of Grant’s friends cannot concentrate for school, they cannot do their homework, parents do not understand their children as they grieve, and they themselves do not understand their own grieving.  How can I help, Lord?  You have put me here for a reason.  Help their anger, frustration, hurt, confusion, and dry their tears knowing you catch EVERY tear.

Our Almighty Jehovah-Rapha, our Lord who heals our hurts, our bodies, our souls; come into the midst of your people and heal these children.  I can only kneel before you in truth knowing their hurt is so real.  So many may not believe that you are the Healer.  “For the eyes of the Lord range throughout the earth to strengthen those whose hearts are fully committed to him.” 2 Chron. 16:9  Strengthen us and bind us together.  Guide us to know how to comfort our children.  Speak to parents so they may bridge the gap and comfort their children.  God, I’ll confess, and I ask forgiveness.  I really want to pop some insensitive people.  Just because our children or friends are in heaven doesn’t make it easier for us on earth.  Help us to drop our boundaries and rely on each other through your guidance.

I miss my boy, Lord.  This time of year is the worst.  I can only beg you again to put a hedge of protection around my family and those families that have lost people they love.  I think of Ron and Susan who will be facing their first Christmas without Austin.  Grant’s family without him will be so quiet.  The only consolation this time of year brings me is that if your son, sweet baby Jesus, had not been born, he would not have been able to die for our sins to bring us eternal life.  Help us to remember your gift to us this season, your son.  And when the kids are sad, remind them during this time of year of the fun times they had with Trey, Grant, Austin, and many other loved ones.

God, I come back around to understanding grief.  I’ll never understand it and I’ll never stop crying out for Trey who took such a large part of me when he left this earth.  There is so much tragedy in this world and my heart aches to be with you so there will be no more pain and suffering.  And I’m selfish, I’ll be with my boy.  In the meantime, I claim your word, “The name of the Lord is a strong tower; The righteous runs into it and is safe.” Prov. 18:10

Lord, I especially thank you for what you have brought me lately and how you have blessed me.  Thank you for the rich, new friendship I have (she knows).  Bless us that we might be mighty warriors for your kingdom and your glory.

If it be your will, I ask that you cause a sweet revival of precious souls for Christ in light of the fact that Grant knew you as his Savior.  As for an answer to our grief, that should be enough.

Yes, Lord, oh that it should be enough.  You are our Savior and I thank you for saving a wretch like me.  I got out of bed again today precious Jesus.  And I praise you, today, headache-free.

Hear the cry of my heart, Amen.

I Got Out Of Bed Today (Blog)

Yes, as I posted on Facebook, I got out of bed today.  I just read wise words a friend posted on Instagram.

“Don’t think or judge, just listen.”

Can you do that? Just listen? Or do you always feel the need to fix and have an opinion.

I hear what is in your head.  Trust me.  People have actually said the words.  “I can’t believe it’s been three years.”  Three years to you is ONE day to me. Or some days, it seems an eternity since I touched his sweet face, rubbed his thick eyebrows, and smelled his Beiber hair.

I see so many children suffering and it makes me angry.  I am human and sometimes the world makes me angry.  It’s okay.  Maybe I am hitting that stage of grief; the kind of grief that brings angry tears for my family and for others. I confessed this to my Sophomore Sunday school girls…my anger baggage.

I am sure I am starting a week early with scanxiety.  Collin goes to St. Jude for his yearly MRI next Friday.  Then we wait days and go back for another St. Jude visit.  For this mom (and I know many others) comes the what if’s.  I know it’s on his mind and how can I blame him for spending fall break in bed?  If my mind is angry, restless, and grieving, how does his feel?  So many questions and no answers.  But again, it’s okay.  God knows.  I talked to Collin today.  It was noon and I needed some questions answered and I said, “It’s okay, you don’t have to move.”  I heard, “Oh, thanks.”

Another friend posted on Facebook this week and I quote: “Praying for courage this morning. Facebook pics are always full of the happy times. But in reality we all go through hard times we just don’t like to chronicle those. Praying this morning for all my dear friends and that we may trust that God is in control and take comfort in that. So thankful for my boys, my friends, and my family. And so thankful that I am loved by my Jesus.”

I commended her for speaking out and not hiding behind the happy family pictures of fall break. I get so weary of seeing the happiness when no one has the guts to post the ugliness of life.  This is the ugliness. The ugliness cancer patients (and their families) face on a daily basis.  But God does remind us in my “go to” verse, “The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble, And He knows those who take refuge in Him.” Nahum 1:7

I ran into new friends at church last night.  They knew me from somewhere but did not know my name.  As I began what I call my “standard short story” about Trey, you could see bells and whistles go off in their minds as they recognized me.  There was so much about our story that they did not know and I usually save that for one on one (Collin has the gene, Jay’s melanoma).  Point being, we never, ever know what is truly going on in someone’s household no matter how public their life may be. Publicity takes it’s toll and satan threatens isolation. I will keep repeating, he will not have my family.

So yes, today, I got out of bed.  When depression, anger, and tears could have kept me there, I got out of bed.  Sure, knowing Trey is with my Jesus makes the day a little better.  But knowing I will go home and he will not be there makes the day(s) even harder.  Without judgment from my husband or my son, or my family, after hearing 10,000 Reasons this week the same time my husband did (and we talked about it), cleaning out some of his clothes and determining what is his and what is Collin’s, folding his favorite yellow polo, wearing his fuzzy socks, knowing we will be at St. Jude next week, I think I’ll cuddle with my two pups and crawl back in bed when I get home.

Right now, I’m not strong, haven’t had the humph to write, and you know what? It’s okay because my God is more than enough.

What’s in your Heart, Comes out of your Mouth!

For the last week I have caught myself switching the radio station from The Message on Sirius XM to the ‘80s on 8 station.  We had to drive Collin’s Jeep home from Cabot, Arkansas, and if someone saw me in the car, I would have been so embarrassed.  When Jungle Love came on, I was movin’ all over that front seat!  This morning, Rick James came on and I know I was flying toward downtown singing “Super Freak, she’s super freaky yeah…”  All I know is that my mood changed and I was be-boppin’ into the office.

I often talk to Collin about the music he chooses.  If you listen to some of the rap lyrics, they will make your toes curl.  But like Pastor Rick said this past Sunday, we have become numb to our sins.  NOT that music is a sin, but what the music creates in our heart and our head, such as lustful thoughts, anger (I call it anger music), and definitely sexual thoughts.

But I had to stop and think about the music from the 80’s.  Was it much different then?  I googled the lyrics to Jungle Love this morning and I was SHOCKED.  Of course, when I was young in the 80’s, I didn’t bother to know all the lyrics.  I just knew it was good music for dancing and I did my share of dancing in the 80’s.  Thinking back, I’d probably break a hip now.

My point is, do our kids actually know the music that is going in their ears?  If we could get their playlist and print the lyrics and ask them, “Would you hand these lyrics to Jesus?” I wonder what they would say and if they would be convicted.  I could go even broader, what about adults? Kids aren’t the only culprits.  It boils down to is it edifying and glorifying God?

“Geez Ms. Lisa, you’re being so picky.”

Just think.  God knows the thoughts of your past and the thoughts in your future.  How mind blowing is that?  More than mind blowing, it is intimate. God is intimate in his relationship with you.

When you sing the lyrics, can you sing them to God?

“That’s being a bit literal, Ms. Lisa.”

I think God is very intentional in his word when it says,  —for you shall not worship any other god, for the Lord, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God—“ Exodus 34:14.  Personally, I would rather not suffer the wrath of God for silly mistakes and something I chose when I know better.  I firmly believe what’s in your heart comes out of your mouth.

I distinctly remember the conviction of a young lady who was in the youth group at Germantown Baptist.  Her parents battled the music in her life.  They chose to pray over her.  Our battle is not our children and we know that.  Eventually, and I’ll never forget this, she stood before the youth and confessed of her addiction to unhealthy music and was getting rid of her music from her different devices she felt convicted her.  It made an impression on my heart that still is there today.  Now, she is an adult making BIG GIRL decisions.

So I have to do better.  I have to make better choices to be a better example.  We are not going to be perfect, any of us.  But I do believe we should strive to be more like Jesus.

Join me in fighting the fight. “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places.” Eph. 6:12

His Eye is on the Sparrow

Their family seems so perfect, always smiling, laughing.  I never hear of complaining from that family either.  Yet I walk around with my head down and doubts swirling. I’m out of place. I keep asking myself, I know my family is not normal, but when will we be happy?  Is happiness possible?  All these questions in my head!  I’m going MAD!

A friend enlightened me to a few things.  It didn’t matter how many times my friends had told me not to let satan have control, or how many times I had quoted John 10:10 to myself (“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.”), it finally struck home when he said, “… you aren’t the only parent who feels feelings and thoughts like you are experiencing – don’t buy into the lie of isolation.”

Satan has convinced me that I am alone, fighting alone, and struggling raising my child alone.  This is simply not true.  I can still feel alone in a crowd, but I know God can fill a space that no one on earth will ever fill.  That’s the lie that satan tells teenagers.  He does steal and destroy, not only teenagers, but adults also.

How can we be examples to our teenagers? Of course, our first resource is to pray and pray intentionally. (Just go see the movie War Room.) But secondly, we must choose joy.  I posted a scripture from Psalms today that convicted me.

“If you’ll hold on to me for dear life,” says God,

“I’ll get you out of any trouble.

I’ll give you the best of care if you’ll only get to know and trust me.

Call me and I’ll answer, be at your side in bad times;

 I’ll rescue you, then throw you a party.

I’ll give you a long life, give you a long drink of salvation!”

So, how much am I trusting God to get me out of trouble?  Will He rescue me and my family as we suffer?  I want a party! I want the BEST of care.  Who can give that to me? MY GOD CAN! Who can send satan running? I CAN! Not only from me, but from my teenager who I believe battles more of life than I do at times. You have this same power and control over satan, loneliness, and fear.

God, I’m holding on for dear life.  My family is STILL holding on for dear life.  There are days we feel the walls closing in around us and there is no way out.  I know others must feel this way, but why do I feel alone?  Help others be as transparent as I am being.  Help others know how to pray for and with me.  Remind them that I still miss my baby boy who is in your care.  We are all your children.  I don’t like masks, Lord.  Why do people wear them? Bind satan and his masks from me and my family.  Rescue us from fear and pain.  Lord, watch over my little sparrow and keep him safe.  He’s my only baby left.  Don’t let him feel alone. Amen.

Satan, you have no hold on this family.  No hold.  I refuse to feel alone.

“Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. But if any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all generously and without reproach, and it will be given to him.” James 1:2-5

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heav’n and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.