Thursday, October 23, 2014

That Money Though!

As some of you may know, Chase and I have begun some serious Biblical financial planning!

We’re getting serious about our money…and it’s going to look weird.

It’s going to look like empty fridges (well, part of that is the fact that we have three children who are often insatiable), one car, no trips, no frills, no “hoopla.”

We’ve had friends ask (out of genuine concern), “Is everything okay?”

YES! Everything is okay!

See, this looks weird to the world. We basically just decided that no one is going to hand us our retirement fund.

Winning the lottery is not a 401K.

We also have children who, by golly, actually turned out pretty bright.

They’ll probably want to go to college.

They’ll probably pull it together long enough to attract fiancĂ©s.

We are getting serious and aggressive about passing on not just a spiritual inheritance, but a financial inheritance (even if that inheritance is a lead-by-example financial training)
.
 So, we’re going to look weird. Bottom line.

Sorry (not sorry).

There are two things that I’ll just touch on today going through this process.

#1. Money was the last thing we handed to God.

Chase and I were saved within 6 months of each other (right as we got together and right before respectively) about 7-8 years ago.

When we got engaged, we handed our sexuality to God.

When we got married, we handed our relationship to God.

When we got pregnant, we handed our children to God.

 But money, God we’ll just take care of that, thankyouverymuch.

Didn’t work great.

We were okay. We never had a late payment and Christmas was frugal, but done.

But we were never ahead.

No emergency fund. No savings account (I know, ok!). No college funds.

Investments. Ha!

We thought that we could (as Dave Ramsey puts it) “outearn our stupidity.”

We thought that if we just could make more money!

“Please God, give me more money. I suck at it, so…give me more.”

Like any loving parent, God pretty much has us earning today what we’ve earned for the last seven years. No more. No less.

So, we’re giving to God FIRST, ourselves SECOND, and “other people” last.

#2. Less Really Is More!!

When we tightened our budget to prioritize our money differently, things went away.

Mochas. HappyMeals when I didn’t want to cook. In&Out. Scentsy (THE HUMANITY!). Wine. 
Chocolate Covered Peanut Butter Filled Pretzels. Pretty much anything at Trader Joe’s, really.

I thought I was going to die. I thought that once I said “no” I’d just constantly be grieving what I didn’t have.

But that’s where, by God’s grace, it was TOTALLY DIFFERENT.

I am actually always thinking about what I HAVE.

See, now that we’re totally preparing for the future, and tightening I’m more focused on what I have.
I Google things like “how to make dinner with flour, eggs, corn and maple syrup.”

I praise GOD for beans and rice.

I praise GOD for full bellies for my children.

I praise GOD for home brewed coffee with pumpkin spice creamer.

I praise GOD…a whole lot more.

I had a tough day yesterday. I was feeling like this was stupid and that we were never going to make it out.

I told Chase that he just had to let me have days like that. And, really, we’re all granted those.

We don’t always have to feel like it’s going to work out.

We always have to obey the Word of God.

I am reading a book by Annie Downs right now and she talks about how the characters in the Bible didn’t know how their acts of obedience were going to work out.

They just obeyed. And guess what. Things “worked out.” Maybe not how they thought, but they did!
God is infinitely more faithful to us then we could EVER be to Him.

Another story that I am holding onto is the story of the Duggars.

( I KNOW I KNOW, okay, but just hang on).

Whether or not you watch this (adorable) family, you know who they are.

So, Jim Bob Duggar felt a calling from the Lord to run for Senate after a family prayer of wanting to make a difference for the Kingdom.

So he did. He obeyed God and ran.

The results came in.

And, he lost.

The local paper ran a picture of him and his 13 kids walking to the election booth to watch Daddy vote.

A few days later, he got a call from the Discovery & Health Channel asking if they could do a one-hour documentary on the Duggar family.

If God had told this stay-at-home-school-conservative-no-TV-family “You’re going to run for Senate, you’re not going to win, and then ultimately camera crews are going to follow you and your family for decades.” Would they have listened?

God tells us to obey. He handles the results.

The Evans family is about to look super weird to y'all. But. That's okay. 

Because we're not supposed to be like the World. 


Call to Action: What can you give to God today? What calling on your heart can you say “YES!” to? 

Ephesians 4:22-24English Standard Version (ESV)

22 to put off your old self,[a] which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful desires,23 and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, 24 and to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Just for Funsies FRIDAY!

So, a couple weeks ago, my gorgeous blogger friend Annie wrote a blog about the Neiman Marcus Christmas Catalog and how she just loves looking through it at all the extravagant photos of gifts for the 1% including $50,000 His and Hers water/snow mobiles thing.

Here is my version of this blog.

It's about a little catalog called "Landside."

You know that one?

Me neither. Not until we lived in a home that was built 40 years ago and was occupied by 80-year-olds prior to our move-in day.

But. It. Is. Fantastic.

It's the perfect, beautiful combination of SkyMall (ridiculous things no one needs) and the Dollar Tree (cheap).

But what's really great...is SOMETIMES there's actually good deals, and now, sadly the catalog is addressed to me...or current resident.

When I went to bed last night with the catalog in hand, my husband was like, "seriously?"

After picture texting images of the catalog, and getting "LMAO" responses from him...he understood.

I'll share with you a little of it today.

Ahem.

This catalog has everything.

First, a plunger that is in the shape of a gun. Yeah, we're starting there. With a bang.

Next, what kitchen counter is complete during the holidays without a candle that can also serve as an ice breaker to verbally accost and harass your guests?

But this isn't just about decor.

There's gifts for all your lush mom group friends.

There's gifts for the men in your life that cannot set their beers down even for one moment to grill food.
There's this farting teddy bear. Yep. Farting teddy bear. But that's not all. It's apparently targeted not for your 11-13 year old sons, but for your 30 year old son in law...

And what better gift for Billy to get Grandma...you know...if his ultimate goal is to steal from her...
And for the pet lover that just wants to wrap up in their dog's face...? That exists right?
But seriously...

There are some randomly crazy AWESOME stuff...

Like SpiderMan 60-piece art sets for $4.95...perfect for my toddler!!

And these adorable Disney Glasses for 4 for $8.95!



AND LOOK AT THESE!!! WHAT?! 2 for $12!!!

Bottom line: you need this catalog.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

On Purpose



God made me on Purpose and with Purpose

Often, I find it extremely hard to believe that my parents (divorced/separated/whatever for over two decades) were ever in the same room cordially enough to create me and my sister.

Seriously, it’s pretty incredulous.

Let’s just say their marriage and their divorce were, well, difficult. To say the least.

On all parties.

I know that my parents (as with everyone on this planet) has regrets about the way things “went down.”

And I’m sure the human thought of “what if?” & and “if only…” has crossed their minds.

And even though both of them (separately) would throw themselves in front of a bus for me, or my sister, I’m sure there are times they are just as bewildered.

Now, I’m not interested in getting into a heated debate of “free-will” verses “determinism.”

(At least not right now…buy me a dark chocolate mocha and pull up a stool, we can get into it!)

What I find awesomely bewildering is that I am perfectly crafted and uniquely created by our Lord.
And that those two people, against all odds, combined DNA and made me just the way I am.
In other words, I once had a philosophy class that posed the question, “Could you have existed in any other time in history?” 

For me, the answer is clearly, no.

Although the spiritual portion of me is the only eternal portion, it is still one portion of me.

My physical body (combined with my mental and spiritual capacities) could have ONLY been created in that EXACT passing of genetic material from my great-great-great-you-get-the-idea all the way to my parents.

I think one of the unwritten and unspoken lies that children of divorce can internalize despite the efforts of their parents, no matter how loving, is that if your parents marriage / union was a "mistake" or a "failure" then, logically (according to the Earth's logic anyways), you are, on some level, Plan B.

Wrong.

WRONG!

No matter what circumstances you were brought into this world, you were uniquely crafted ON PURPOSE.

I was born with genetic components from both my father and my mother that make me perfectly and uniquely who I am today.

But it doesn’t stop there.

God also orchestrated my circumstances good and bad right and wrong for my upbringing to also ultimately lead me to Him and to Glorify Him.

So here I am.

And while I am of my parents I am not belonging to my parents.

As such, I look at my children.

My children are not “mine.”

My children are God’s and He has purposefully placed them in our family.

For all the good and the bad the right and the wrong.

He makes each one of us on purpose and with purpose.

You are not even a HINT of a “mistake” “misfortune” “plan B” “accident” “surprise” in your Father’s eyes.

You are not the careless result of a failed marriage.

You are a result of the careful planning and joy of the Almighty and Powerful God.

You were absolutely positively created "on purpose."

No Plan B. Right the first time. Just as you are. Eternally. 

Psalm 139:13-28
For you formed my inward parts;
    you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.[a]
Wonderful are your works;
    my soul knows it very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
    intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
    the days that were formed for me,
    when as yet there was none of them.

Call to Action: 

Just breathe this to yourself today and really, really internalize.

"God, my Father, thank you for planning and preparing my life. From the construction of each molecule, to the preservation of my genetic line, to each teeny tiny DNA strand. Lord, no matter what familial circumstance I was born into, that is all but a flash of light, for my true birth day was the day that I found my way back to you. Thank You for being You and for making me, me!" 








Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Abram

This is (sort of) a follow up post to my last post.
It’s a prime example of how God’s revolutionary blessings in our lives have NOTHING to do with us.

And how God’s revolutionary blessings in our lives have EVERYTHING to do with Him.

Genesis 15 (I’m reading Genesis with a Bible group right now so I apologize for the multiple post emphasis) describes the great transaction from the Lord to Abram (before he’s Abraham… and had many sons. And many sons had Father Abraham. Lol. I crack myself up.).

So okay, here are the three things I noted from the text. Short and sweet today people!

The Promises of God are not complicated!

Note #1: Abram complained

Literally WHILE GOD is “standing” in front of Abram and listing all the AWESOME things He’s going to do for Abram, Abram interrupts Him…with a complaint.

“O Sovereign Lord, what good are all your blessings when I don’t even have a son?”
15:2

Translation: I know how to bless myself better, God. Thanks for trying.

Note #2: Abram doubted

So the Lord continues to explain and describe more blessing.

“O Sovereign Lord, how can I be sure that I will actually possess it?”
15:8

Translation: God, are you sure you can do that in my life? Are you really who you say you are?

Note #3: God blessed Abram big-fat-anyways

-countless descendants

-super dope land

-a fully, richly, deeply blessed life

Conclusion: (you must see where I’m going here)

The idea that we must do certain things to obtain the Lord’s blessings is simply not Biblical. (Of course we must “un do” one thing, and that is relinquishing our doing and “accept” this free gift from the Lord. Message me to find out how this works).

We serve our Lord FROM blessing and not FOR blessing (Pastor Bill Giovannetti).

God loved us FIRST.

We serve HIM because he CREATED us.

We can offer and give God NOTHING.

Even when we try and talk God OUT of blessing us. 
Even when we don’t listen.
When we don’t deserve it. 
When we wreck it. 
When we’re whiney. 
When we’re ungrateful.
When we doubt.

38 And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[b] neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. 39 No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39

Not even ourselves.

God’s blessings and grace in our lives is not earned.

It’s not a paycheck.


It’s life. 

Call to Action: 
You know that FB meme that's going around??...this one??

What if you tried not to complain to your Father for 24 hours? 

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord Psalm 150:6

Monday, October 13, 2014

Nothing to Say

Right now I feel like I have nothing to say.
I feel discouraged in my own life and, therefore, I feel like I cannot make a wave.
Or even a teeny tiny ripple.
Thankfully, our ability to create a shift in the cosmos, however small or large, is not up to our individual abilities or charisma or “It Factor.”

Our ability to change the world we wade in today rests solely in who our Father is.

You’ve probably seen those images that look like this:

But it’s so true.
The Bible is not filled with awesome, perfect people who God “makes better.”

The Bible is filled with wrecked, perverse, struggling, challenged, stubborn, rude, straight up wicked (& not the good way), horrible-no-good-very-bad people.

He takes those people and he doesn’t clean them up and put them in new clothes and slap a smile on their face and send them out.

He takes those people and he gives them new life.
He makes them a whole.new.creation.

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!” 2 Corinthians 5:17 (NIV)

Which leads me to one of my most favorite verses in the Bible:

As for me, may I never boast about anything except the Cross of our Lord Jesus Christ. Because of that cross, my interest in this world has been crucified, and the world’s interest in me has also died.  (NLT)
Galatians 6:14

I didn’t “wake up” one day and decide to save myself.

I wrecked myself.

Really, really badly.

And He said, “That’s not your name.”

And I cried out to Him, and He saved me.

Me.

This may not make much sense to those of you who have only known me in the last 7 years. This “me” is all you’ve known.

But for those of you who knew me before I was saved, the transformation has been.so.dramatic.

I was a drunk. I was a mess. 

I gave my heart and body away.

I was forgotten. I was alone. 

I was abandoned. I was fatherless.

I was self defeating and self justifying. I was self righteous.

I was probably really annoying. And ungrateful. 

And rude. And harsh.

And now, through the amazing grace of our Lord Jesus Christ.

I have come home.

And I’ll be here forever more.

Please let me know if you’re interested in learning how to cry out to the Lord just as I did.

It.will.change.your.life.

There’s no way for it not to.

I am not Kaitlin 2.0.

I am Kaitlin + Jesus. 

A whole new creation.

You don’t need to be good.

You only need to be willing. 

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

My Worst Insult & My Greatest Compliment


Words can hurt.

I think that we as a society pretty much are (finally) officially getting on board with that statement.

Words can uplift.

I think that we as a society pretty much need to super work on this.

The words of the reckless pierce like swords, but the tongue of the wise brings healing. Proverbs 12:18

I thought to illustrate this point I would talk about the worst insult I’ve ever been hurled and, in contrast, the greatest compliment I have received.  

Of course words hurt more / help more when they are from people that we love, respect, and/or otherwise have an affinity for.

Okee dokee? Ready?

First, the greatest insult I’ve ever experienced:

It was my high school boyfriend. The first one.

We won’t name names, especially since he’s a pretty great person.

ANYWAYS, we were “fighting” over the phone about whatever fifteen year old “couples” fight about (I seriously have no clue now).

I was talking, emphatically working to justify my point, and I heard this halting, slicing, interruption on the other end of the phone, “Listen, cupcake…”

I promise you, if I could have set on fire and jumped through the phone, I would have.

Even writing this today just makes my blood boil a little bit!

See, clearly, it wasn’t the word “cupcake.”

I love, nay, ADORE cupcakes. But, see, he didn’t mean, “Listen, you sweet, sweet girl.”

He meant, “Listen, you spoiled, undeserving, annoying, brat.”

And I am many, many things, but of all the things under the sun to call me, this was the worst
(don't laugh! seriously!)

See when someone spats an uncreative cuss word at you; it doesn’t really matter, not like this.

This was about attacking my character, my motivation, my intention, my purpose, my everything.

And, of course, it took someone who knew me well, to utilize this power and come up with something so cutting and so hurtful!

I don’t think for even a minute that he remembers this interaction. And that’s the whole point.

Who would remember calling someone a cupcake meanly? But see how much that affected me today?

Seriously, it’s been like over a DECADE, and I still cannot eat cupcakes (totally untrue).

But, it did affect it. And it did hurt me.

That word, however innocent in definition and nature, had impact on my life.

Ok…now the good stuff: the best compliment:

I was speaking with a good friend outside of a conference and she was recounting how she met her fiancé (her now hubby).

We were sitting on giant cement blocks in our work attire and I was feeling dead at my job.

I felt like I was not making a difference to anyone or anything.

I didn’t verbalize this to her, but the conversation went in a direction and I was probably recounting a story, or giving her unsolicited advice (both a weakness and strength I deal with).

She said to me, “Kaitlin, do you know what you are?”

I looked at her, train of thought totally derailed; confused.

“Kaitlin,” she said emphatically, “You are a burning bush! God made some people to plant seeds and quietly help, but that’s not you. You come in, you are on fire, and you just say look here it is: take it or leave it. God made subtle signs like rainbows and then he also set plants on fire.”

That breathed so much life into me. For years I had battled being loud, and passionate, and speaking quickly, and … yes… even unsolicited advice.

This was the first time in my entire life that anyone pointed out that it might be a gift instead of a burden; an asset instead of a interference; something to be exposed instead of hidden.

I know that I’ll never forget that affirmation. It’s helped me mold myself and shape my future.

It’s given me hope and a voice, that I, even in my self-perceived weaknesses, could have been crafted and not just a random result; product of my environment, helpless with no purpose.

Call to Action:

1)      I don’t recall either of the conversations around the insult and/or the compliment. Basically, there’s a lot of stuff you say to people that they’re never going to remember. SO, make what you say, impactful and purposeful and driven with direction.
2)      Breathe life.
3)      Don’t call me a cupcake.
4)      Everyone’s going to start calling me cupcake now, huh?

5)      Awesome. 

Monday, October 6, 2014

Five Years of Marriage Lessons

This October marks five wonderful years that I have had the honor of being my husband’s wife.



In recognition, I thought I would write a little something on a few of the lessons I have learned along the way.

1)  Don’t put off being married for anything you wouldn’t get a divorce over.

Remember those stories of our grandparents? How did they get married?

Usually it was under an apple tree with God, a simple ring, someone to officiate, and a marriage license.

They didn’t wait until Grandpa had his dream job, or Grandma lost 10 pounds, or they paid off their student loans, or when they could afford chocolate diamonds, “because that’s what she deserved.”

Did Grandma deserve chocolate diamonds? 

You bet your Grandpa-was-in-three-wars-while-she-had-ten-children hiney she did. 

But it wasn’t about all that.

It was about a marriage. Commitment. Respect. Family.

It was not about a wedding.

I have received SO MUCH growth and blessing and indescribable joy from being Chase’s wife.

Why should we put off something so amazing when we are with the person we wish to spend it with?

Think of it this way:

If you were married and your husband lost his office job and had to work the graveyard shift at Wendy’s to make ends meet…is that grounds for divorce? Of course not.

Then why is it grounds to not get married?  

If you base your marital bliss on what's in the bank account, you have other issues you need to deal with. 
Let those be the reason to not jump into a marriage, not the actual dollar sign. 

2) It takes a village

That phrase doesn't just apply to raising kids. It applies to everything. We are designed to enjoy and grow and interact with others. This also involves our marriages.

This does not mean you air your dirty laundry out for the FaceBook world to see (just.please.stop).

What this means is that you have someone, anyone, who is matured in their marriage and can step in and counsel and guide you all when things get rough (cuz they do). It can be an older sibling and his/her spouse, a counselor of sorts, your parents, whoever.  Just someone to walk with you.

I remember sitting outside our marriage mentors house as an engaged couple for our first meeting.

I was terrified. I wanted to just drive away. But my fiance shoved me through the door basically saying, “If it’s horrible, we never have to come back.” 

Not only did we WAY over stay our welcome with our marriage mentors that evening, we've shoved ourselves in their lives to this day.

Just last week, we had one of them over to sit beside us around our dinner table and hash out our finances.
We did this not because we suck at finances (which we kind of do right now), or we couldn't learn on our own, but because we wanted it to be a productive conversation and plan, not a “he said, she said” marriage spat.

 Which leads me to #3…

3) The "Compatibility Myth" 

Through our marriage mentor process, and in other situations since, we have found that Chase and I are extremely compatible people when looking at characteristics that would attract me to cohabitate with him.

But marriage is much, much more then cohabitation. What I've learned is that when Chase shoved me into and through that marriage mentor meeting, he was saying everything I needed to know about him to be prepared to commit the rest of my life to him: He was all in.

He was willing to learn, and to grow, and to do “whatever it takes.” And that’s all you can ask.

You can’t ask him to read your mind.
You can’t ask him to never change.
You can’t ask him to meet all of your needs simultaneously.

You can ask him to try. Every day. Just try.

Because really, that’s all you can give. A solid effort. A strategic approach. Your best game.

See if you base your marriage on your compatibility, when friction arrives it’s all too easy to say “it’s not working.”

What’s “not working?”

The fact that you’re two separate humans with two separate opinions and two separate wills? Umm…

If  you base your marriage on your ability to work together and try, when friction arrives you get your head in the game and you. make. it. work.

No magic potions.
No star struck wonder.
No shortcuts.

If you’re married to someone who tries, congrats, you’ve got yourself your very own bona fide prince charming. Chosen by God just for YOU. 

And so, when choosing a mate, if you have someone who tries and who makes you want to try: congrats.
When’s the wedding? 

P.s. SO excited to write what I've learned in 10 years, 20 years, etc!
Special thanks to our village, which includes anyone who has encouraged us over the years. 

Call to action: Take part in someone's village: whose marriage can you encourage today by a simple "You guys are awesome!" "You guys inspire me!" ?? 

Friday, October 3, 2014

B-I-B-L-E, yes that's the book for me



People from all over the Earth have the same groanings about the Bible.

I’d like to address just one of them today:

The idea that the Bible, because translated (several times over) by humans, is somehow altered/tainted/ineffective/inapplicable/less than/powerless/sometimes appropriate.

Now, if you don’t believe that the Bible was ever even inspired by the King of Kings, the Alpha and the Omega, “the big guy,” then this blog isn’t for you. You need to read a different blog.

This is for the people (lots of them) (1) who believe in God (to some degree) and (2) believe that the Bible says basically “good things,” but cannot make the leap to believe it is in inherently and perfectly (in every way) the word of God, applicable to all people in all situations from beginning to end: a beloved letter of grace and compassion to His people (all of us).

(Everyone wave goodbye to some of my social media friends).

This understanding of the Bible is just not Biblical.

Now, this is where my former collegiate debate Kaitlin jumps out and screams, “GOT YA!”

You can’t define something by the words itself. You’re done. Get out of here.

But isn’t that exactly what we’re talking about?

If we believe that there is a God, and that he created the universe (to some degree), doesn’t He get to define the Bible (along with every.single.other iota of the universe)?

Isn’t the Bible what the Bible says it is?

If not, again, we have other issues.

If God can be the perfect example of Grace, but also oppositely perform perfect justice to the wicked…
Then surely, the book that he wrote (inspired, whatever), can do just that as well.

If God can be the perfect comfort to a mother grieving loss of a child, and also oppositely stand strong and powerful accuse and punish Satan for all eternity…

Then surely, the Bible can mean many perfect things to many different people.

Whenever people look at the Bible and think those who follow it are simpletons (that sounds harsh, but really it’s a pretty euphemistic translation) I feel the laughter in my eyes.

Let’s look at just ONE VERSE that, I believe, beautifully illustrates this point:

Genesis 6:6 “So the Lord was sorry He ever made them and put them on Earth.”

(This is the first book in the Bible, so pretty "soon" after people came on the planet, and people were extremely wicked, and right before Noah builds that big boat.)

The word “sorry” is translated to several different things in several different Bibles (I looked at a few).

The ironic part is that “sorry” is my LEAST favorite. It implies that God made a mistake (which obviously reading the Bible in its entirety is impossible).

My favorite translation is combining TWO translations of the Hebrew word (which I’m no Hebrew scholar but I can find my way around Google) actually means TWO DIFFERENT THINGS at the same time (see where I’m going here?): “regret” and “relent.”

My biggest problem with using the word “regret” is more of the American translation which implies a time table. Like God is in the present, looking to His past, and feeling something about that. This makes no sense to me because God is not temporal. He’s just not. People like to think of eternity as one direction (maybe because people like to think about Heaven). But this is just not true (both true and True). Eternity and infinity goes BOTH WAYS.

Looking at the word itself though, it actually was compared to the pains of childbirth. That makes me laugh because I picture the televised version of the wife mid-labor cursing her husband for “doing that to her” and that maybe “ancient Bible times” weren't so different.

Then I like to compare and contrast it with the translation “relent” or, “to lessen a harsh punishment.”

I see this as God being SO upset with us that he wants to just punch us all in the face (His justice side), but he lessens our punishment (by providing Christ and showing His loving side).

See, this is God being two things at once (Grace and Justice) which is totes possible for this guy.
So, why do we hold His word to different standards?

Just because your Bible sits next to and shares the same physical qualities of the other books right next to it…it’s something (much) more.

Don’t even get me started on “The Bible as Literature” classes you can find in practically every campus in America.

In conclusion, don’t let Satan produce a tower of Babble in your mind (remember Satan read the Bible too).
When Satan cannot defeat you, he will distract you.

Don’t let him. You have a problem with the Bible? 
Tell the Bible, tell God, seek, and search, and talk to people about it, and yell at God about it if you must.

It could be that the Bible means nothing. That it won’t benefit you.

Or, it could be a simple ploy of the enemy to keep the most powerful weapon on Earth and in Heaven out of your hands.


Are you going to listen?