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When You Hit a Brick Wall: 3 Options

Ever feel like you’re beating your head against a brick wall?

What does your particular brick wall look like? Maybe it looks like a boss saying no to that promotion you deserve… or an illness that won’t improve despite your prayers and efforts… or maybe it looks like another negative pregnancy test.

While I’ve certainly faced bigger and scarier brick walls before, my current brick wall looks like a traditional publishing industry with very few opportunities for new authors. Maybe you can relate to giving your all and not getting the results you’re after. As a writer who has poured heart and soul into doing *all the things* to jump through the hoops publishers require, it’s discouraging, to say the least.

In many circumstances, including in the writing world, working hard and doing the right things often aren’t enough. As a personal example, one big-name publisher recently responded to my proposal with the encouragement that my manuscript was right up her alley—immediately followed by the fact that she couldn’t take on any new authors this year or the next. She could only re-sign existing authors.

Brick wall.

I’m starting to get a headache from crashing into this ridiculous wall… maybe you know the feeling.

So whether in work, health, or any other area of life, what do we do when we hit brick wall after brick wall? One of three things:

  1. We dig in.
  2. We reevaluate.
  3. We give up.

There’s nothing wrong with trying to dig in our heels until we achieve what we’re after. This approach requires plenty of tenacity and can be admirable and effective. But sometimes our goal remains elusive even after we’ve done everything in our power to get the outcome we want. Then what?

After considering the facts and taking the situation to God in prayer, sometimes our best option is to reevaluate… find a different path to a similar outcome and change course. Who wants to crash into a brick wall day after day if they don’t have to? Changing course might just be the best thing for our hearts, minds, and souls, even if it requires us to adjust our end goal.

The way I see it, the only bad option of the three is to give up. And when I say give up, I mean to throw up our hands in frustration and simply stop pursuing our goal. We should always be willing to change course or scrap plans, but not out of frustration… only out of obedience to where God is leading.

And sometimes, God may be calling us to set aside our pursuits, hand our difficulties to Him, and simply rest. (I say simply, but sometimes rest is more difficult than work!) Let me just emphasize that this is not the same as giving up. This is productive obedience when we follow God’s direction.

Giving up is destructive rather than productive. Instead of rest, we’re filled with anger. Instead of adapting our dreams, we’re filled with bitterness. Instead of pressing on, we roll over in defeat, and this is exactly where the Enemy wants us. Let’s not give him the satisfaction. Especially since God is inviting us to find rest in him with each step we take.

We may never discover the “why” behind our brick walls on this side of heaven, but the truth is this: We can rest in God all along our rocky journeys, change course as needed, and know that his higher purposes are for the ultimate good. All our striving and spinning wheels won’t change his perfect timing for his good plans. And someday, we’ll understand his “why” and even thank him for not letting us settle for the plans we thought were best. Maybe all these brick walls are blessings in disguise.

I’d love to hear about the brick wall you’re up against right now. Leave me a comment to let me know so I can pray for you!

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Good Parents Sometimes Make Their Kids Miserable: A Case Study

A few years ago, my husband and I took a trip to the mountains of Colorado, up in the Winter Park area. It was an incredible trip, and one random thing that stuck with me was a cute little restaurant that included a variety of breakfast salads on their morning menu. As someone who enjoys eating healthy food and trying new things, I was in heaven!

Earlier this year, in the middle of my girls’ busy basketball season, it seemed viruses were out of control all around us. Tons of people we knew were heading to the hospital, urgent care, or staying home due to sickness, and we were constantly surrounded by crowds of people at basketball games. Two of my three kids had lingering colds, and I wanted to get them better before they went even further downhill.

I confess, breakfast is my least favorite meal to prepare because: 1) I’m not fond of mornings and 2) I’m not fond of traditional breakfast food…except bacon, but isn’t that a given? Anyway, I wanted to boost my kids’ nutritious food intake to get/keep them healthy, and it came to me—breakfast salads!

I stayed up late one night prepping vegetables, hard boiled eggs, and potatoes for the morning salad. I got up early to put the salads together. I knew my kids weren’t big fans of arugula, but also that it has great health benefits, so I gave them just a little, tossed in a homemade dressing to add pizzazz. I added the cooked eggs, potato slices, and vegetables, and then included bacon bits and a sprinkle of cheese to make the whole experience more palatable. I even prepared fresh watermelon as a side dish, because who wouldn’t be refreshed by watermelon in February?

The salads were complete and looked like something out of a magazine, if I may toot my own horn, so I called my husband and three kids to the breakfast table. The salads looked delicious to me, and I knew the nutrients were just what my family needed to start the day and boost their immune systems.

Let me just say that my husband and I have taught our children to be polite and respectful when it comes to food they’re served. They eat what they’re given and they don’t complain (well, rarely with their voices; body language sometimes gives them away). They know food is about nutrition and not just about taste, and we’ve been clear that we generally don’t care if they dislike something—they are to eat at least a few bites of everything they’re served anyway.

So when they sat down at the table and saw their breakfast, you could have heard an ant sneeze.


My husband said grace, and they reluctantly picked up their forks and began picking at their salads. No comments, no questions—nothing. (To be fair, I did expect questions. I knew this wasn’t normal, lol.) Tears brewed in my youngest’s eyes, but didn’t fall. After a couple minutes I received the question that had been hovering in the air since we’d sat down. “Can I be done now?”

If I said yes, they wouldn’t get the health benefits I’d been so excited for them to receive. If I said yes, all they’d get is hungry in about twenty minutes. “Eat a few more bites, please,” was my response.

All the thoughtfulness I’d put into trying to keep them healthy (and happy—remember the cheese and bacon?) was completely lost. They simply didn’t like the taste of arugula no matter how much I dressed it up; no matter how many good things I gave them to go alongside it (remember the watermelon?).

All they could see was a big fat salad staring back at them first thing in the morning. How could their own mother dare serve them such a terrible breakfast and still claim to love them? They didn’t have to say the words. Their faces said it all.

Super. I love making my kids miserable. The thought passed through my head and stopped me in my tracks.

I wonder if God ever feels the same way. I wonder if God is ever sarcastic. I bet he’s felt this way a gazillion times as he tries to shower his kids with his loving care. But how often do we ignore the gifts he gives because our eyes are focused on the one thing we don’t like, even though HE knows that’s the one thing that’s ultimately good for us.

How often do we complain about that one thing in our lives and never once wonder if it’s there for our own good? How often do we assume God doesn’t know what he’s doing, when really he’s looking at the bigger picture and trying to care for us long term?

I don’t really love making my kids miserable. Actually, it grieves me when my kids are miserable, especially if it’s in my power to change. But there are some things I won’t allow in order to protect them, even if they don’t understand. Unlimited screen time? Nope. Inappropriate movies? No way. Disrespect? Not gonna fly.

Why? Because I love them. Because I want them to be wise, healthy, balanced adults someday, and I know they ultimately want that too.

Okay, okay, maybe I’ll refrain from breakfast salads in the future, but that doesn’t mean I’m taking salad off the menu at other meals. I love my family too much for that.

What “breakfast salad” is God serving you today? Is it possible the thing you’re so frustrated with was put there by God to protect you and help you live a healthy life?

Even when we don’t like the looks of it, God does what he needs to do to keep us healthy. Today, I’ll choose to thank God for the “breakfast salads” of life. Even if I’d prefer a donut.

A Prayer for the New Year – Giving it to God

Let’s be real. Sometimes prayer takes more effort than other times. Prayer is powerful, and connecting with God is important, even when it doesn’t flow naturally. As a long-time Christian, I can say from experience—sometimes we just need a little nudge…or a swift kick in the pants…to keep our prayer life rolling! I hope this can be that nudge/kick that helps point your heart toward God today. Wherever you may be on your walk with Jesus, this prayer is to offer to God during those moments when it’s hard to find the words.

Dear God,

Let me start by saying thanks. Thank you for family and friends, air in my lungs, a roof over my head, and a million other blessings that I too often take for granted. You are good all the time, and I acknowledge that fact and praise you for who you are. Thank you for sending Jesus to provide a way for us to draw near to you for eternity, and thank you for your constant presence.

It’s the beginning of a new year, and I admit I have mixed emotions. While I look forward to seeing all the good you’ll do this year, I also step into January with trepidation. Last year had challenges that left me still trying to catch my breath, and sometimes the future feels like a scary place. I give these conflicting thoughts to you, Lord. Take them and take my hand as I put one foot in front of the other into whatever this new year holds.

Lord, please bless my family, my friends, and me with good health. Remove any and all aches, pains, diseases, and ailments and replace them with your wholeness and wellness. Let your wisdom and provision cover all areas of concern related to health, and remove any fears I have in this area.

Please guide and direct my relationships in the coming year. I pray for authentic, supportive relationships and for any current or ongoing relational issues to turn in a positive direction and be wrapped in your peace and guidance. I pray for honesty, forgiveness, and joy to abound in each of my relationships, and I pray that my ultimate worth would be found in you and no one else.

Lord, please breathe life into my work this year. I pray that your hand would guide my efforts as I strive to do all things for you and for the ultimate good of those around me. I pray for clarity of mind and open doors as I seek you in all my endeavors over the coming months, and I pray that, in all I do, my desire would be to please you above man every time.

Open my eyes and ears to your guidance this year, and use me to make a difference in the lives of others. Let me draw near to you, be filled with your love and goodness, and overflow that love and goodness onto those around me in need of you.

Lord, please keep my focus on you in all things this year. Remind me of your good plans and give me strength to press ahead into the unknown. I may not know the future, but I take comfort in knowing that it is in your hands. You are the author and creator of all things, the perfector of my faith, and the source of all goodness and love. You are worthy to be praised.

Remind me to slow down in the busyness of my days to hear your still voice. Remind me not to rush ahead of what you’re doing and to trust your timing in all things. When I start to feel overwhelmed by the demands of life, I pray you would adjust my perspective and comfort me. I pray for abundant reasons to smile and laugh this year. Thank you for the gift of laughter.

I pray for the leaders of this country to lean into your wisdom and direction. Bless this land and its people, keep it safe from harm, and provide it with trustworthy leaders who seek you above all else. May your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

I pray that your purposes and plans for this year would be accomplished and that I would partner with you rather than trying to take control. You are good. You are love. You are peace. You are more than enough. You are God. And I’m so, so grateful. I give it all to you.


Strengthened by Gratitude

Sometimes gratitude comes easily. Sometimes it…doesn’t.

Gratitude. Thankfulness. Gratefulness. Appreciation. Call it what you want; the season is upon us, and it can often bring to mind the things we aren’t grateful for just as readily as the things we are. In a world full of war, sickness, and unfulfilled dreams, sometimes gratitude requires effort.

And that’s okay.

A quick online search revealed that gratitude is frequently associated with a “feeling” or “emotion.”  But do feelings really demonstrate the intent behind gratitude? I don’t think so. It’s easy to feel thankful when someone shows us kindness or things are going well, but how do we view gratitude when we’re in the thick of difficulty?

Lots of gratitude-centered Bible verses are found in the writings of Paul. If you’re not familiar with Paul, he authored more books of the Bible than anyone else and lived life boldly in order to spread the Gospel after Jesus ascended back to Heaven. But living boldly for Jesus back then was, uh, frowned upon, to put it lightly, which resulted in many of Paul’s most inspiring Bible passages being written from prison.

I’m no Bible scholar, but even Paul was human—he most likely wouldn’t have been feeling all that happy or thankful in his natural circumstances when he was shipwrecked or imprisoned.

Thankfully, Paul knew better than most that truth doesn’t depend on feelings. He refused to let his circumstances dictate his views on God’s goodness or the purpose of life or any of those complex issues we tend to question when life gets hard.

The Holy Spirit works within us on a supernatural level when we deliberately refuse to soak in our negative emotions and instead find things to be grateful for. And Paul knew it. He experienced it, and maybe you have too. Finding things to be grateful for, no matter our circumstances, is a great way to invite God to pull us out of our negativity spirals.

Sometimes gratitude flows without any effort at all, and in these wonderful times, we should soak it in and praise the Lord. But when praises don’t flow effortlessly, we need to pause and point our eyes to Jesus. What can he show us about who he is and what he’s doing in our lives? What can he reveal about his bigger purposes? What is he whispering to our hearts? Ask him, and then thank him.

God’s purposes are always greater than our own, even when they haven’t yet been revealed. Once our hearts are centered securely on him, our gratitude will flow whether we just won the lottery or we’re sitting in a prison cell, and his strength will fill us in new ways.

To quote author Ann Voscamp, “Gratitude isn’t only a celebration when good things happen. Gratitude is a declaration that GOD IS GOOD no matter what happens.” And God’s goodness has nothing to do with our feelings or perceptions. His goodness is a truth that cannot be rocked or changed, and that alone is something big to be grateful for.

Cultivating a grateful spirit is always worth it whether it comes naturally or requires extra effort… because God is always worthy. This season, let’s be deliberate to focus in on all the many blessings we have, big and small, and give thanks, keeping in mind that giving thanks doesn’t discount the difficulties we’re facing; it strengthens us to face them.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, American friends! 🙂

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Living in a Desensitized World

I’ve been watching Vietnam War documentaries off and on for the last few years. What started as book research became a personal drive to understand this war that took my uncle’s life and sometimes seems un-understandable. It’s gut-wrenching, yet fascinating.

Viewing dozens of hours of war footage (sometimes through squinted eyes to blur the images) has been an interesting psychological experiment. I am my own case study on desensitization.

As you might expect, I was much more shocked by certain scenes several years ago when I first began this Vietnam War journey than I am now.

Then: That field is completely strewn with bodies, and that village just got burned to the ground. How completely tragic. *wipes a tear*

Now: Another field is strewn with bodies. Another village got burned to the ground. Tragic, sure, but yep—as expected.

In the beginning, I viewed the brutal war footage with much more emotion than I do now, but eventually realized I’d never get through it if I continued feeling all the things. And so, I learned to shut out some of the emotion.

(Side note: I can only imagine being a soldier in the real situation. Becoming numb to death would certainly be a necessary survival tactic, and I have massive respect and appreciation for all who serve or have served in our military.)

Anyway, noticing this desensitization in myself has got me thinking.

Last week, my 11-year-old daughter came downstairs after bedtime. She’d been reading a kids book about France, and it had a couple pages about D-Day. Though not nearly as graphic as it could have been, there were a couple photos of bodies on the ground after the battle, and it bothered her. My husband and I are careful about what goes into our children’s eyes and ears (they have the whole rest of their lives to deal with the horrors of this world, right?), and it was her first sweeping glimpse at death.

The images in her book were “tame,” as far as war goes. But her sweet little mind is entirely unaccustomed to war and death, and I needed to meet her where she was, which I was happy to do. It was a big deal to her, as it should be.

God’s plan was never for our hearts to be forced to “toughen up.” He intended us to live in beautiful perfection. The way I see it, my daughter’s sensitivity to violence is closer to where God meant for us all to be. Growing up in this world naturally involves acquiring layers of mental armor so we can deal with difficulties without constantly feeling hurt, but this wasn’t God’s original intent. In case you haven’t noticed, this world is a far cry from the Garden of Eden, which is the paradise God designed us for. No violence, no death. Just beautiful, peaceful communion with God.

Today, violence is everywhere. Video games, online, the news, TV and movies, commercials. Graphic images have become so normalized that even some Christians consume them as if it’s no big deal.

As Christians, we all have to find the line between living in this world and keeping our eyes on Jesus. And everyone seems to draw their lines in a slightly different place.

The war footage I watch is for research and education purposes. I very much enjoy learning, but I’ll never enjoy the brutalities and death that is part of the package deal. Death is not fun. Death is not a game. And even if I’m a bit desensitized to death when it comes to documentaries, I’m positive I would not have the same blasé attitude toward a slasher film where death and violence are meant to entertain. In this day and age, not everyone who reads this will agree, but horror films seem like a pretty obvious opposite of fixing our eyes on Jesus.

I believe that when death is celebrated and embraced as entertainment, it makes us more and more comfortable with evil and opens doors to mold our minds to look more like the world. And since the Bible says that this world is under the control of the evil one (1 John 5:19), I say a big fat No thank you to things that are so clearly of this world but not of God’s.

Philippians 4:8 tells us to: “. . . Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and praiseworthy.” Scary entertainment choices fill people with anxiety and fear. (For those who argue that they don’t, studies I found during an internet search show that there is a physiological fear response to horror films even if not a mental one.) I would much rather listen to the wisdom of Philippians 4:8 and live with the peace of the Holy Spirit instead.

Sure, desensitization is necessary to some degree in order to survive our modern world. But I believe we get enough desensitization through daily life and education. When given a choice, shouldn’t we endeavor to think about things that are excellent and praiseworthy? Shouldn’t we aim for the goal that God intended for us all along . . . eternal goodness and glory?

And when in doubt (or to keep us from doubt), we should simply let the Holy Spirit guide us. He is faithful to lead, and we can hand him the reins to our lives and our choices with confidence and trust his voice. But it’s up to us to listen.

I know some will take issue with some of these thoughts, so if that’s the case for you, let me know what you think in the comments. Respectful disagreement is always welcome. I’d love to hear your thoughts either way!