Weird God and Phones

Last week I found myself lamenting to God.

When a circumstance hits me fast and I don’t have time to seek Him, my default reactions are fear, confusion, intimidation, self-reliance, and often anger. I told God that I know better than to operate out of these things and that I am frustrated that they are my “default settings.”

I then remembered that I once had to reset my phone back to default factory settings. What a cool concept! I found myself asking God to please reset my default settings back to His original design for me.

I felt super clever asking this of God. I just knew He was proud of me and would respond with something profound. Imagine my frustration when an awkward silence was followed with this statement…

“Janna I didn’t come to fix your old phone. I came so that you could have a new phone.”

He is right. He didn’t come to fix our old lives. He came to give us a new life! It is no longer I who live but CHRIST IN ME. The old phone…I mean man, is gone. Why resurrect a relic when there is a shiny new phone…I mean life, available to us?

Point taken. My new request is that my new phone have a wisdom upgrade 🙂

The Spirit That Destroys Chaos


I thought I was pretty rooted and grounded in the concept of peace. I’ve had lots of practice knowing peace in the midst of chaos. So when the world started looking different, I didn’t lose my peace. Covid didn’t give me my peace, so it couldn’t take it away. When rioting broke out in my city I was sad, but I didn’t lose my peace. But, I found my breaking point with peace. When my kids went back to school…AKA I had to learn how to do virtual school and teletherapy with them…my peace went right out the window. No really. It flew out the window so fast that all I could do was curl up in the fetal position on the bathroom floor and beg God for mercy. That left me open and vulnerable to the accuser. And OOOOOOOOHHHHH did he accuse.

You say you know God but you abandon the hope that you proclaim the minute life gets hard. You don’t know Him. If you loved Him you would know His peace. Yet here you are, reduced to a crying baby. Not much of a General, are you?”

How did I get here? It was probably the slow fade of replacing time in Gods presence with time in front of Zoom. The demands on me and my time because of virtual learning had sucked the very life juice out of me. There was no time for intimacy with My Father. I knew that I needed to take back my time with My Father at all cost. It was there that God prompted me to examine that very peace that was in question.
What is peace?

Why is it gone?

How could I get it back?

This is the journey that He is taking me on with peace. I am learning this right now and learning to walk this out in small steps taken with shaky legs. I feel like Ariel in The Little Mermaid. She had fins all her life. Suddenly she had legs and had to learn to stand on them and begin taking steps. Her legs trembled too. But if Ariel can do it so can I! God is giving me revelation, and I am learning to walk in it. Here is some of what He is showing me…

Romans 5:1 tells us that we are at peace with God through Christ Jesus. That is now. Because of Jesus we are at peace with God. Not just that, but The Prince of Peace (Jesus) lives in us! The more we are aware of the Prince of Peace inside of us, the more our internal reality is one of peace. We cant get more peace. It was already given to us (John 14:27). However, we can walk in greater reality and awareness of what we already have. It is not peace that increases, but the reality of that peace that increases.

Peace isn’t the absence of something. It is presence of someone.

We don’t simply have peace because we do not have pain, conflict, suffering, etc. We have peace because the Prince of Peace is in us and present with us. Therefore we have the ability to have an internal atmosphere of peace in spite of an external atmosphere of turmoil. When our internal reality of peace is greater than the external reality of chaos, we can actually release the peace of Christ into the environment around us and shift atmospheres.

I know this because I watch my husband do this all the time. When he comes home from work every conflict, agenda, anxiety, or issue suddenly falls flat. My entire family walks in peace because the father is in the house.

We have the ability to release more than just the feeling of peace. The Hebrew word for peace is “Shalom”. I cant begin to understand Hebrew. It is super difficult for me. However, the Hebrew equivelant to the archaic definition of Shalom is “The spirit that destroys chaos”. Peace is much more than a peaceful feeling! When released, it has the power to destroy the chaos in a person and an an atmosphere!

Jesus was our example. In Luke 8:22-25 we find a great story where Jesus released peace and shifted the atmosphere. Jesus was in a boat with His disciples. He had been preaching all day and was tired. So, He fell asleep in the bottom of the boat. While He was sleeping, a storm came up.

This is how I see it going down… Peter was a bit of a loose cannon. I bet he began panicking and asking John (the mature one in the group) where the life jackets were. John didn’t know he was responsible for remembering to pack the life jackets. He just brought the fishing gear and Luke brought the medical supplies. The waves got bigger and so did their fear. The disciples began yelling at each other and straight panicking, but the wind was so fast and furious that it drown out their accusations.

They began shouting “Where is Jesus?”. John had probably left him back on shore with the life jackets. But, no! There He was, sleeping through all of the chaos. Both the internal storm of the disciples and the actual external storm raged around Him, yet He slept. He was at perfect peace. When the disciples woke him up He simply rebuked all of the storms.

My take away from this…

We will never have peace in a storm that we are not comfortable sleeping through. When our internal reality of peace is greater than the external storm, we sleep through it.

If Jesus was my example, than why was I in the fetal position begging for mercy? There was no sleep. Period. Especially there was no sleeping in the pandemic virtual schooling storm. My external reality was greater than my internal reality. I had reduced myself to a cat chasing its tail. Around and around I went trying to catch peace, when really I already had it attached to me. I just needed some time in the presence of The Prince of Peace.

It is from that position that my realities are beginning to shift. I’m going after this thing. I long to have my internal reality of peace be so abundant that I can walk in to a room and diffuse peace. I would like to walk the streets of DC and Chicago and just diffuse peace. I have a friend in Australia doing that very thing right now.

Will you take this journey with me? Maybe we can release so much shalom into our world that the worldwide atmosphere reflects our internal reality of peace.

Weird God Gets Us

Weird God gets us.

Have you ever heard of the 7 mountains of influence? If not, you can check it out below.

Recently I have been praying and asking God to show me what my “mountain of influence” is so that I can plug in. You know, defy protocol on that mountain like Esther did and shake that mountain up 🙂. I woke up a couple of mornings ago to God speaking to me. He said:

“I didn’t assign you a mountain. I assigned you a fire. Tend your fire and make it spread.”

I love love love Weird God. A mountain is a concrete structure. Structures are linear. I am not linear. God knows how I feel about structures so He assigned me something wild, beautiful, and unruly! FIRE! Now THAT I can work with!

Does God need to be let out of your box? It is so freeing to just let God be God…because He loves loving us just being us. Watch out though! Once you let Him out of the box, things are going to get weird! Really amazingly weird!

Ps) The archaic definition of weird means “pertaining to destiny”.

https://www.generals.org/the-seven-mountains

Hank (Holy Spirit)

I am learning so much so fast. God has taken me on the most amazing adventure this last month or so. It is amazing what doors will open before you when you live surrendered to the One who holds they keys to all the doors!

To begin I would just like to state that I often find myself surprised about how much I don’t know. Many of the things that I don’t know seem to fall in the category of “Christianity 101”. I don’t know some of the basics. For example, I know about The Trinity. I could explain them to you in theory. However, I don’t actually know The Trinity.

I have had an ongoing dialogue with The Lord that looks like this:

“God, which one of you do I address in prayer? If You are in Heaven and The Holy Spirit (HS) is on earth, then do I pray to HS and He relays the message back up to you? Or, if Jesus is in my heart then does He make intercession FOR me from IN me? Is Jesus seated at Gods right hand or in my actual heart? Is asking Jesus into a heart even a real thing? I confessed with my mouth and believed in my heart that Jesus is Lord. Does that mean that He literally resides in my heart organ? Or, is my heart a metaphor for my mind,will, and emotions? In that case Jesus actually dwells in my soul? And who in the world is the HS and what exactly is His role in my life? Why do some people call Him THE HS and others call Him just HS? I feel Him all over me. Does that mean I am “filled with Him”? Is He like the yummy cream filling in a Twinkie? Please God settle this for me!”

You know a story is going to be good when someone prefaces it by saying “I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried”! Well, this is going to be a doozie. Disclaimer: This post may challenge your religious thinking. Not everyone lives life expecting weird supernatural encounters. No worries friend. I didn’t used to either. Once I learned that the word “weird” is actually defined as “pertaining to destiny”, I started embracing the weird. I own it now 🙂

So one day I was driving alone in the car and I struck up a conversation with whatever part of The Trinity was listening. I made a wild guess and pictured the HS sitting in the passenger seat. I was complaining about how frustrated I get when my kids ignore me. I asked for extra grace and wisdom to run my home. I told The HS that I bet He could relate. It seems as though He is the most ignored person in the church. (Solid burn)

What happened next was most unexpected. My “invisible passenger” suddenly spoke up. He said “You are having trouble understanding me because of my name. HS is an adjective and what you need is a noun. Please, call me Hank.”

Me: (almost driving off of the road) “Get behind me satan! Um, I mean, WHAT WAS THAT? HS did you just casually invite me to call you HANK??!! If it was really You then You would have known about me that the only thing I would find more confusing than calling you HS is calling you Hank! I picture a hitchhiker in a red flannel shirt when I hear the name “Hank”. I ain’t doin’ it.

I proceeded to turn my back toward the passenger seat in an effort to ignore my weird passenger. Before I did I got the impression that He had big gentle brown eyes, dark hair and a beard, an actual red flannel shirt, and a big smile. The smile stuck with me. It was the smile that one only has when they know something that you don’t know. It was more of a very joyful smirk. Maybe the church has it right. Maybe He is the weird One of The Trinity. Maybe He has gone rogue. Maybe I should just join them in ignoring Him.

A few days passed. I began questioning if any of that had actually happened. Out of nothing more than morbid curiosity I decided to look up what the name “Hank” means. I have learned That God often times hides meaning in names. I was hoping that definition would help to settle in my heart that I wasn’t actually certifiably crazy.

I now understand why my invisible hitchhiking passenger was smiling so big. It turns out He did know something that I didn’t know. The name “Hank” means “authority of the home”. If I had been driving when I read that I would have most assuredly run off of the road! Only My God could put an end to my confusion AND define His Spirit’s roll in my life with just one word! He is Hank, and He is in charge of my home.

I smiled a smug smile of my own. It WAS God talking to me (through the HS) and I wasn’t actually crazy! I smiled even bigger as I thought about being welcomed by God to go casual with Him. He created the world, yet He gave me a personal name for Him. Lastly, I smiled as the following scenario played out in my head…

“Kids! You better stop ignoring me and pay attention! Don’t you make me get Hank!”

A few weeks have past now and I am getting comfortable with Hank. I call on Him by name to guide me in affairs of my home. I even have the best visual of Him now. I picture myself sitting down and having a casual conversation with this guy…

Jesus (friend forever)

I’m learning how to be a friend to Jesus. Simple, right? It isn’t for me.

You see, I know the song “I am a friend of God”. That implies we are friends, right? The Bible tells us that Jesus calls us His friends (John 15:15). I believe the Bible is true. Therefore logically I am Jesus’s friend.

But I didn’t realize that the title “friend” isn’t just bestowed on me. It’s not a badge to wear. It’s not credentials to frame and hang on my wall. Friendship with Jesus takes RELATIONSHIP. I am learning this one the hard way.

Every day since our world shut down from Covid 19 I have been spending my mornings with God. I get up at 5:00, go outside, make a bonfire, journal, pray for my friends, read scripture, and listen to podcasts about Him. I have done this for weeks now! It has been great quiet time and so have learned a lot.

During this time I have even started asking Jesus questions that I have learned from having had leadership coaching. “Jesus, check in! How are you feeling? Is there anything you need? What is on your mind? What are you dreaming about?”

This morning I felt the warm familiar presence of Jesus. I know it’s Him because He is the one who walks with me in my garden. His presence is unmistakable. He has a sense of humor. He laughs with me at silly things that nobody else would get. He lovingly provokes and instigates comical verbal sparring with me sometimes. He’s a hoot! The religious Jesus I learned about in church is so boring compared to my friend Jesus!

This morning I asked Jesus to check in. He actually said “you know, I like bon fires too”. I wasn’t sure I heard Him right. Ok, so Jesus likes fire. Now what? “Jesus what do you need?” He said “I’d like a seat at the table”.

That cut through me like a blade. Here I was spending all of this time outside praying, listening, journaling, and learning, and I never invited Jesus to join me. I completely left Him out. The realization that Jesus was a friend to me and I was a lousy friend to Him crushed me. There was no condemnation in His voice. He just asked for a seat next to me by the fire.

There is a table by the fire pit. There is one chair there…mine. So I pulled up a second chair and invited Him to join me. There was a large and exceptionally creepy spider in His chair. I laughed and asked Him why in the world He would ever have made such a thing. Then He sat down and began to poke the fire with a stick. Epic morning.

So if you drive by my house in the morning and see me talking to a chair, just smile. Jesus and I are just “checking in” with each other. And don’t judge when I start offering Him s’mores…

Does He have a seat at your table?

Weird God

Worlds Longest Blog Post About A Very Epic Beginning… Our story begins with me crouching down in the kitchen hiding from my 3 and 4 year old children.  I’m not proud.  I was holding something tiny, gold, and very dead in my hand.  His name was Turbo.  Turbo was our “pet” snail, and he had apparently drowned in his water dish.

I was hiding with the stupid dead snail because I needed to buy some time to think about how I was going to tell the kids that their treasured snail was dead.  He was very dead.  No question about it.  His shiny gold shell was see-through.  We often marveled at how cool it was to watch his heart beat through the shell.  This time his heart wasn’t beating.  At all.  He was oh-so-very dead.  Poor fella.  Who knows how long he had been dead in his water dish?  But he was definitely very dead.  He wasn’t even mostly dead.  It is very important for you to know how very very dead Turbo was. The snail was definitely a goner.

It was a shame that Turbo had most definitely died this time.  I say “this time” because the last time Turbo was at deaths door God healed him.  Oh yes my friend.  You heard me.  God.healed.a.snail.  Oh I know how crazy I sound.  Imagine how crazy I felt trying to explain it to my kids. 

You see, My 4 year old son first found Turbo crawling on our pool early in the summer.  None of us had ever seen a bright gold metallic snail before.  He was magnificent!  He almost glowed!  Of course we had to keep him.  We jumped on the internet and began learning all about snails.  We made a habitat for him.  We stopped swimming in the pool so it would produce algae for him to eat.  We gave him tons of rotten fruit.  He was a happy little snail…until one fateful day when my son accidently launched him off of the pool and on to the hard cement below. 

My son was choking back tears when he brought Turbo inside.  “I didn’t mean to hurt him! I was just taking him for a walk.  I thought he might want to get out of his home and go on a field trip with me to the back deck!”, he sobbed.   I took a close look at Turbo.  His beautiful gold shell was cracked worse than an egg.  I didn’t know what to say or what to do, so naturally I hopped back on the internet.  Sadly, the only information I could find clearly stated that a cracked shell is most definitely always fatal for a snail. 

As I was debating whether I should attempt to put nail polish on the crack or duct tape (you know, so at least I could console the kids by telling them that at least I tried SOMETHING) , a thought came into my head.   What if we laid hands on the shattered invertebrate and prayed for him?  It was a hail mary attempt at best, but at least I wouldn’t have to cut microscopic strips of duct tape.   So I did what any reasonable snail mother would do and grabbed the anointing oil, Ahem, I mean olive oil out of the cabinet.  Turbo wasn’t going down on my watch!

I held Turbo in my hand and called the kids in.  We each touched him with one finger.  I muddled some sort of super religious prayer with big fancy words.  I assumed that the holier the prayer sounded to my kids the more they would believe that I had done literally everything possible to save our precious “pet”.  At least we would know that my lack of fancy praying skills wouldn’t be the reason that he croaked.  I nailed it!

We put turbo back in his home and brought him some fresh algae.   I tried to reassure the kids that Turbo would be “good as new” in the morning.  I kissed their sad faces, tucked them in bed, and said “God’s got Turbo”.  Then I went downstairs to rehearse which reason I would give them as to why they woke up and found Turbo dead.  I was debating between “It wasn’t God’s will”, “God needed another angel”, and “He didn’t get his healing on earth but he’s healed now in heaven”.  I decided to go to bed myself and just wing it with the excuse when I woke up.  “After all”, I told myself, “kids are resilient.” 

Early the next morning I sensed a presence in my room.  As I clawed my way out of a deep sleep and in to reality, I saw the shape of my son.  As my eyes began to focus I realized that he wasn’t alone.  He held Turbo in his hand as he climbed in bed with me.  “Mom!  Turbo has a new shell!  God healed him”.  I shot straight up, partially out of confusion and partially because there was now a snail in my bed.  I cleared the sleep from my eyes, put my glasses on, and reached for the snail.  I thought I was being pranked.

I couldn’t believe what I saw!  Every place on Turbos shell that had been cracked the day before had a sealed ridge on it.  It literally looked like the stupid snail had been to an auto body shop overnight and had been welded back together.  You know, welded with shiny gold shell welding material or something.   Or maybe God used caulking.   Who knew?  Not me!  So I left my son jumping on the bed and hopped on the internet again.  Nope.  Snail shells don’t regenerate on their own.  I was at a total loss. 

Then another idea crept in.  What if God had ACTUALLY healed the snail?  Could He? Would He?  Was my prayer just so good that God couldn’t ignore it? Was the olive oil magic? WHAT JUST HAPPENED? One thing I knew for sure…that snail was special!  Or maybe God was just weird.  Regardless, it was now settled in my heart that Turbo was most definitely “our pet”. 

So back to me hiding in the kitchen.  In light of the previous snail welding, I have to confess that I was disappointed to be holding a dead body.  The little guy had grown on me.  As I crouched down next to the dishwasher I had a conversation with God.  I’m not going to lie, it was kind of disrespectful.  “Um, God? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?????!!!!! I literally just explained to my kids how you healed their pet.  We all experienced you reaching down from heaven to touch our snail and our hearts.  Turbo taught us that you care about your creation.  Turbo showed us that you do creative miracles.  Turbo taught us that you care about even the silly things that vex us.  We experienced YOU because of this silly snail.  Now all we have is a shiny gold welded shell as a shallow reminder.  Do you care, or don’t you?  I’m confused.” That was all I could manage to get out before I heard the pitter patter of my kids running in to the kitchen. 

“Hi mom”, my son said.  “Whatcha got there?” Busted.  I had no time to think so I just said the first thing that came to my mind.  “I was just getting ready to call you and your sister in to help me pray for Turbo.  It seems he is not feeling well. I think he might have had too much water last night.”  I know, I know.  As the words came out of my mouth I felt like a complete idiot.  It was the best I could do considering that I had just been caught hiding in the kitchen with a dead body.

So my son grabbed my daughter and I grabbed the olive oil. Again we each placed a finger on the tiny gold shell.  It was unclear to me whether the kids actually knew that Turbo was gone, so I prayed a very vague prayer.  I didn’t want them to know that this was a “raise the dead” situation, so I said a simple “heal the sick” prayer so as not to point out the obvious.  We all said “amen”, then I slipped Turbos tiny lifeless body back in his home.  I swallowed hard, and then whispered “Please God, don’t smite me for lying!” under my breath. 

Later that afternoon I saw my son and daughter outside harvesting algae off of the pool.  Turbos home was outside with them.  I braced myself for the worst.  I was now certain that they had discovered that Turbo was dead, although I wasn’t sure why they were still harvesting algae for him.   I went to our treat basket and grabbed some candy to take to the kids.  I was hoping that candy would help to “soften the blow” of learning of Turbo’s tragic demise and Gods sudden disinterest in our pet.   I mentally rehearsed my “he got his healing in heaven” speech, took a deep breath, and slowly stepped outside.

When I got close to the kids I suddenly realized that they weren’t alone.  You could not have convinced me in that moment that ghosts don’t exist.  I had to blink a few times because I wasn’t sure I was seeing correctly.  Yup.  It was definitely there.  Turbo was adhered to the pool and taking an afternoon stroll.  Behind him was a fresh “snail trail” of slime.  I got closer just to verify that the snail in question was definitely Turbo and definitely not a ghost.  Gold shell,  Check!  Gold ridge over the formerly broken gold shell,  Check.  Beating heart observed through formerly broken but now welded gold shell, check.  Definitely Turbo and definitely alive.  I’m not going to lie, I don’t think it was a “hallelujah”   that came out of my mouth.

“Whatcha guys doing”, was all I could manage to say to my kids after I had gained my composure.  “Hi mom!  Turbo is feeling better so we decided to take him out for another field trip.  Oh, and he needs fresh water and algae.” “I’m so glad he is feeling better”, I said still in disbelief.  “What do you guys think happened?  Why is he suddenly alive, -I mean- well?” “God healed him again”, they both said matter-of-factly.  They didn’t even look up when they said it.  They just kept gathering algae like it was a perfectly normal day.  I retreated slowly back in to the house like a complete coward.

I had either just witnessed my second creative miracle, or I was certifiable.  I wasn’t sure which one.  As I watched my kids play on the back deck I started talking to God.  Again, I was a bit disrespectful.  “Um, God? WHAT WAS THAT?  I can’t even explain what happened to myself, let alone my kids!  What is with you and this snail?  Did you really just heal a SNAIL twice? My best friend just died of metastatic breast cancer.  Did you give her miracle to the stupid snail?” It was just too risky for my heart to believe.  There was too much at stake.  I ended my prayer with “God you are just so weird”.  It was the only “respectful” insult I could think of to hurl at God. 

But God wasn’t through with me yet, and he certainly wasn’t through with Turbo.  Turbo enjoyed a lovely summer with the kids.  He slept upside down in his home at night, and ate fresh algae and rotten fruit in between field trips to the back deck each day.  His weld ridge filled gold shell shone brilliantly imperfect in the summer sun.  As the kids began to lose interest in their pet, I slowly took over caring for him.  I’m really more of a dog person, but that silly snail had really grown on me.  I even caught myself affectionately calling him “Lazarus” from time to time.

In late summer the unthinkable happened.  I woke up one morning and realized that I had forgotten about our tiny pet.  The kids hadn’t mentioned him and I had otherwise occupied myself with the business of “momming”.  As I walked downstairs I tried to remember the last time I had fed Turbo or even checked on him.  I got close to his home and stopped dead in my tracks.  Evidently it had been quite a while.  The smell was awful!  I no longer held on to the hope that Turbo had managed to survive my negligence.  The scene was horrific.  There was rotten fruit and rotten snail all tangled together in a putrid web.  I could barely tell where one stopped and the other started.  Both the fruit and the snail were growing hair, I mean mold.  He was no doubt, unmistakably, deader that dead this time. He was barely recognizable.   Alas, such a tragic end to such a cool pet!

It WOULD be tragic if that was ACTUALLY the end.  But our story doesn’t end here.  You see, I had learned some things along the way. I had learned that I can’t kill that which God has ordained to live (with my apologies to all of the dead succulents in my house).  I had also learned that clearly what I say in a prayer doesn’t matter.  I had prayed a fancy prayer the first time, and I had straight lied to my kids in prayer the second time.  The snail didn’t live BECAUSE OF my prayer, it lived IN SPITE of my prayer.  I also learned that my kids clearly had more belief than I did.  It wasn’t a stretch for them to believe that God would heal their snail.  They inspired me to let go and start believing like a child again.  Lastly, I had always been told that a person was healed (or not) solely based on their level faith.  Those with faith were healed.  Those without faith were not.  Yet, the weirdness of the great snail healings had now caused me to reexamine this belief.  How could the snail have faith? He was dead.  Ah, and he was a SNAIL.  Snails cant have faith, can they? 

You know who else couldn’t have had faith for healing because he was also dead? Lazarus.   And I bet he was just as stinky as Turbo.  With the story of Lazarus fresh in my head, I put on gloves and a mask and removed the gold ridged shell from his hairy home.  I held him in my gloved hand for a minute, then checked for a heartbeat.  I wanted to make sure that I hadn’t missed anything.  Not only was there no heartbeat, but there was no discernable body.  Only the shell (and the smell) remained.  Yet, I couldn’t seem to put him down.  “Why not go for it”, I dared myself.   

I didn’t bother with the oil this time.  I simply thanked God for all that He had taught me throughout our journey with Turbo.   I read the story of Lazarus out loud over Turbos shell.  Like Jesus, I thanked God that He heard me.  Then I mustered up as much childlike belief as I could and commanded Turbo to “Come Out!”  I opened my eyes and waited.  Drumroll please…

Nothing.  No triumphant resurrection.  No sudden manifestation of a new body.  No heartbeat.  Just a gold ridged shell with mold.  “Oh well”, I said as I put the shell in a cup.  It wasn’t a total loss.  At least we had a cool shell to keep.   It would forever remind us of the summer that God used a tiny snail to teach us about His weirdness, I mean His greatness. 

I have taught my kids since infancy that there are no sad endings in life thanks to Jesus.  Jesus redeems EVERYTHING.   If the bad guys look like they are winning, it just means the story isn’t done yet.  Hang on for the end and see how Jesus redeems the good guys!  If the good guys are experiencing tragedy that just means the story isn’t done yet!  Hang on for the happy ending!  There may be bad guys in their lives.  There may be tragedy in their lives.  There may be sadness in their lives.  But, that isn’t where their story ends.  It just means God isn’t done writing the end yet.  Hang on for the happy ending. 

Guess what?   Not only did Turbos story NOT end in death, but it had the happiest of endings possible! I think Turbo would agree that he had a happy ending.  Up until that summer I would have never imagined that a snail could feel happy.  But then again, I would have never imagined that a snail could be welded or raised from the dead twice either.  You heard me right.  TWICE.  Yet there I was, scooping up a very much ALIVE snail from the cup I had placed him in earlier that day.  I put his bodiless shell in the cup by the sink, and discovered him walking around the rim of the cup later that day when I went to wash dishes.  I couldn’t make this up if I tried.  I assure you that this is all gospel truth.

Turbos story ends with him being surrounded by his whole family.  We decided that it was time to let our miracle snail go.  Together we released him in to my garden on the back deck.  He could eat all the rotten fruit he wanted to there, and it was right next to the algae tub…I mean pool.  He would always be our first pet. He would always be our weirdest pet.  He would forever be the reason that I got to know “Weird God”. 

Weird (Adjective) Connected with fate or destiny; able to influence fate.

Let’s Start At The Very Beginning

It’s a very good place to start!

Thank you for visiting my blog! I’m so glad that you are here! Since this is my first “official” blog post, I want to paint the Project SHINE blog landscape a bit for you.

This is my 5th year blogging. Historically I have posted whenever God lays something on my heart to share. He gives me a lot of material, so I plan on posting here several times a week. I plan to continue to use this blog to share my stories of adventure with Weird God.

Keep in mind that I am not teaching or counseling, just sharing my true stories with you. My goal is that through my stories you will encounter the love of The Father and you will be inspired to go live your adventure with God. Some of my stories sound more like fiction than memoires. I assure you, all details are true. I don’t need to inflate or exaggerate God…He is already bigger than life!

The rest of my blog will make more sense if you get to know my main characters. I will begin by introducing you to Weird God, Jesus, and Hank. They are the main characters…The Trinity. With apologies to the Bible Belt , my trinity is NOT The Father, The Son, and The Holy Bible.

Are you ready to meet Weird God? It is a long post because He is an important character. I encourage you to not get lost in the length of the post. You might miss the adventure that He is setting up right in front of us!

It all began one ordinary day when a small gold snail started climbing our pool wall…

What The Blog?

I don’t blog. I craft weapons that inspire and equip armies.

Welcome to my blog! You have probably never read a blog like this before, because you have probably never met a person like me before.

Get used to different.

WARNING! Do not read this blog if…

-You miss the heart of a message if grammar and editing aren’t perfect. I don’t bother with perfection.

-You are afraid of being challenged.

I am a wife, mom of 4, and adventure enthusiast. My career was as a Leisure Professional…but not the kind you think. I was a white water rafting guide, climbing and rappelling instructor, high ropes course facilitator, team building coach, backpacking trip guide, and specialized in wilderness survival. Surprised? Most people are.

I “settled down” when it was time to have kids. I’ve learned over the last decade that a relationship with God can be the biggest adventure of all. He longs to take us to new places and teach us the wonders of the supernatural world! But sometimes we have to surrender our deeply held religious beliefs to experience relationship as an adventure.

Get used to being challenged.

This blog is not:

  • Meant to teach or counsel
  • Specifically political, or religious.
  • A devotional.
  • Specifically about marriage or parenting.
  • Pro-church or anti-church
  • Completely reverant
  • Going to leave your beliefs unchallenged

Get used to adventure.

This blog absolutely has an agenda. I will be up-front about it so you wont have to wonder.

My agenda is to illustrate through story that a relationship with God is the most amazing epic adventure! It is time delineation, dreams and visions, healing the sick and raising the dead. It is translating to other places, seeing in to other realms, loving the unlovable, hearing His voice, speaking His words, and having reality be completely redefined.

(Hmmmm. She sounds like a mystic new-ager.)

Well, you had better read my blog to find out for sure! And just in case you need to hear it, I believe Jesus is Lord. There. Glad we addressed that.

Get used to transformation.

I was one way, and now I am completely different. And the thing that happened in between was HIM.” (Mary Magdalene, The Chosen)

I encountered the unmistakable, paradigm shifting, life changing, identity revealing, true love of The Father about 6 years ago. My adventure began that day, and hasnt stopped since. The day His love got ahold of me I began living christianity as a lifestyle instead of a religious preference. I still went to church, but I also BECAME the church. I stopped believing that Jesus died to get me in to heaven, and began believing that Jesus died to get heaven IN TO ME. I started living FROM the cross instead of TO the cross. I stopped focusing on what I was saved FROM and began focusing on what I was saved TO.

Get used to weird.

Not long after I began living my epic adventure with God, I realized something profound. God is weird. God is really, really, really weird. He is not at all what I had been taught, He is not at all what I had believed. He was way weirder!

(If you are waiting for God to smite me for my disrespect, you may also need to get used to disappointment.)

WEIRD: Adj “pertaining to destiny” (archaic/original definition)

If God is weird and weird means “pertaining to destiny”, then I want to be weird too! And that is what this blog is about. Me being a lifestyle Christian, living relationship as an adventure, and being transformed in to His weird image.

Are you curious about what adventuring with Weird God looks like? Then read on! Or don’t. I wont be offended if you never read my blog. Ive been blogging for more than 5 years, and readers come and go. Please feel free to pop in, get challenged, then take a break to go examine your beliefs. Whether you ever read a post on my blog or not, please go live your adventure with Weird God. It is never to late to begin.

“Light SHINES in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”

(John 1:5)

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