Loved & Chosen

“Hey sister loved by God, I KNOW that He has chosen you!”
1 Thessalonians 1:4 (paraphrased with attitude)

I am participating in a Thessalonians bible study titled Children of The Day by Beth Moore. Each time we meet we are to greet one another by saying, “Hey sister loved by God, I KNOW that He has chosen you!” With warm mugs of coffee we say that to each other and laugh.
This week I have been really meditating on that verse and that truth. First of all we are loved by God, and secondly, He has chosen us. I mean chosen us! I can remember years and years ago attending a women’s retreat, in fact it was the first women’s retreat that I had ever attended. It was an in house retreat where we watched the video series Anointed, Transformed, and Redeemed by Beth Moore, Priscilla Shirer, and Kay Arthur. I remember sitting in a small group struggling with feelings of being a failure as a parent. (Do you see an underlying theme here, going on in my life?) Andrew and Rachel were little, both preschoolers, and just at that season of our life. I will never forget opening up to my small group and sharing my feelings. I was feeling like God gave these children to the wrong mom. I remember thinking “I can’t do this.” I felt like I wasn’t the right mother for these children. The small group leader Holly, looked at me and said “April, you have been chosen.” She reminded me then, as I was reminded this week in scripture that I have been hand picked by God for what He has me doing, right now. As I reflected on the words “Hey sister loved by God, He has chosen you!” I thought about how God used my friend Holly back then. I still have those words, faded now, written on an index card on the front of my refrigerator.
My friend Holly moved away around 5 years ago . I decided to send her this text: “Hey sister loved by God, I know that He has chosen you! I am studying 1&2 Thessalonians and I am praising God for you! I am thanking God for the day you revealed this truth to me many years ago at the women’s retreat.” Almost immediately, I got a message back from her telling me she was in tears. She had been up all night, wrestling it out with God, over an email she had received. She had been up all night praying and wondering if she had done or said something wrong to upset a friend. She said my message to her that morning was divinely appointed.
I love that! I love the way God uses scriptures and others to be boomerang effect. She encouraged me many years ago, in the Spring of 2008 (from the best of our memory) and now I was able to encourage her! In fact I asked her permission to tell this story, because I was sitting in my red chair while texting her, so it qualified as a Red Chair Moment.
Life is hard. But know this: You are loved by God and He has chosen you!
“Hey sister loved by God, I KNOW that He has chosen you!”
“May you and I be mutually encouraged by each other’s faith.” Romans 1:12


My knight in shining armor told me he loved me! Be still my heart!

I love the way God dropped a JOY bomb smack dab in the middle of an ordinary day! This past week I volunteered at my kids school during Spirit Week. On this particular day the kids were dressed in a Kingdom theme. My son wore the silver duct tape costume I made for him last summer during our Kingdom Chronicles Vacation Bible School. He wore a crown, a duct tape tunic, plastic sword, and silver duct tape shield. I love duct tape projects!

My son saw me through the open door of the teacher workroom walked in and asked for money. But this time I was obliged to help. Mr. Hill’s bake sales are known far and wide for being the best. (Plus the money goes towards a good cause, a Spring trip to Monticello). Thanks to two previous snow days I was unprepared and all I came up with was $1.00 in coins. My knight smiled at me, crown slightly crocked, and said “Thanks Mom!” Then my knight walked back into the room and said “Hey mom” then he held up his hand and gave the sign of these numbers 1-4-3. Tears pricked my eyes. Without saying a word I motioned back 1-4-3-2.

1-4-3. This is our secret code for I-love-you. I cannot take credit for this. My friend Michelle shared this with me over a decade ago. This was something special between she and her dad. Just the two of them. I can recall standing in her kitchen of her first house when she shared that with me. I remember the way she cried because her father had just passed away. She whispered “1-4-3 Dad.”

I began speaking in code with Andrew many years ago in the height of his I-want-to-be-a-spy-stage. This stage coincided with the Mom-it’s-not-cool-to-hug-you-or-say-I-love-you-in-front-of-my-friends-stage. Thus, I borrowed 1-4-3. He loved it and so do I.

Tears spilled down my face. My knight in shining (duct tape) armor told me he loved me!
1-4-3-2 Andrew, I love you too!

I love how God turns an ordinary day into something extraordinary.1-4-3-2 Lord! All the more!


“May you and I be mutually encouraged by each other’s faith.” Romans 1:12

Standing in the Kitchen

Tuesday morning, I was standing in the kitchen washing dishes and singing my heart out. As I belted out praise songs, I was thankful the bible asks us to “Make a joyful noise before the Lord” (Psalms 100:1) because that is all I can offer. Immediately I thought about a woman from church. I love watching her sing. Oh yes, she has a fabulous voice but I love seeing the JOY of the Lord in her expressions. She has been redeemed from a difficult life and it shows!

I decided to take my thoughts of her a step further and call her. When the phone call went to voice mail I almost hung up. Instead I left the most random message in the history of messages. It went something like this:

“Uh hi, this is April, you know from church. I… well I was just thinking about you and I wanted you to know it. I am standing in my kitchen washing dishes and singing and thinking about how I love to hear you sing and watch you sing. You have such joy, I mean J-O-Y on your face that it is encouraging to me. I appreciate you, being you…no pretending, no masks, just yourself all the time. I know this must be the most random message, but I was thinking of you just now and I wanted you to know it. Love ya’ girl.”

What I didn’t know was at the same exact time, she was standing in her kitchen baking bread and bawling her eyes out. When the phone rang, she didn’t feel like talking and she let the call go to voice mail. She listened to my message and replied with this email:

I just got your voice message and it was exactly what I had to hear in that very moment. I was in my kitchen trying to bake bread, bawling my eyes out, feeling worthless and ugly, lonely, depressed and ready to jump off a cliff…literally. I was at my wits end. Telling God I was through. Tired of riding this up and down roller coaster. Tired of worshiping a God who I feel has abandoned me. Tired of trying to make everyone happy when my heart is in pieces most of the time and feeling like nobody really cares.
I wasn’t going to listen to Him so I suppose He had another way to get through to me. You.
Your message stung but healed. It made me realize my sinful, angry, selfish attitude,
but it also encouraged me to know that
I really am not alone and haven’t been abandoned no matter what my mind tells me.
Thank you for making that call. It was a lifesaver in so many ways.”*

Tuesday we were both standing in our kitchens, and yet we were not standing alone. God was there . God was beside me as I preformed the mundane task of washing dishes and even prompted me to make a phone call. God was beside my friend as she baked bread, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands wondering if anyone cares. God cares, in fact He was standing in the kitchen!

This was just another reminder that God is “El Roi” the Hebrew name for God meaning “God who sees me.” No matter where you are and what you’re doing God sees you and He has not abandoned you no matter what your mind tells you!

She gave the this name to the Lord who spoke to her: “El Roi” for you are the God who sees me. (Genesis 16:13)


*This email was used with permission.

May you and I be mutually encouraged by each other’s faith.” Romans 1:12

The Least of These

“Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.”
(Matthew 25:40, NIV)
            My friend, Lyle is a stay-at-home-home school-mother of four. In my mind, that qualifies her as a saint. Although, she might spend a significant portion of her time at home, she is concerned for those without a home. Over the past several years and gallons of coffee, we have shared about needs in the community. Her greatest concerns are how to reach the homeless, particularly the ones on the street corners.  The problem was that she rarely carried cash and with 4 kids strapped into car seats she couldn’t easily take the person out to eat.  But yet something had to be done.
            My friend started her own personal homeless ministry. She carried pre-loaded McDonald’s gift cards and a gospel tract in her vehicle at all times. She laughed and said “I know it’s not healthy, but there is always a McDonald’s nearby.”  My friend saw a need and decided to do what she could to meet that need. Can you see why I love her heart?
            I too rarely carry cash and feel awkward when I cannot meet an immediate need. Recently I asked, “Lord, what should I do?” He spoke and I obeyed. Last week I was paying for my groceries. The cashier asked “Would you like cash back?” Typically, my immediate response is “no,” but this time God whispered in my spirit “Yes.” I looked up at the cashier and said “Yes, yes I do. I think I do want cash back, although I’m not sure why.” The young man looked at me with strange curiosity. Instantly, in the corner of my eye, I saw a woman wearing a crown and jewels around her neck. An odor wafted towards me. I turn towards the woman as the cashier hands over my twenty dollar bill and the receipt. Behind me was a homeless woman with a tattered suitcase in her shopping basket. On her head was a terry cloth turban (which in my peripheral vision I mistook for a crown) and around her neck were colorful plastic beads (which I mistook for jewels). Ignoring the obvious, I smiled and greeted her with the customary pleasantries. She had only one purchase to make that day, a bar of soap. I picked up the bar of soap and place the money underneath. I told the cashier “I think this should just about cover it.” I smiled again at the woman and walked away. I exited the grocery store and looked to my left at the golden arches. My friend was correct; there is always a McDonald’s nearby.
            I loaded my groceries and started the engine. The song “Kings & Queens” by Audio Adrenaline played through the stereo speakers. These lyrics immediately pierced my heart and I began to cry. “Boys become kings; girls become queens, when we love the least of these.”

            God’s Divine Intervention did not escape my mind. I cried as I thought about the way my peripheral vision thought she was wearing a crown and jewels. After all “Girls become queens when we love the least of these.”

May you and I become mutually encouraged by each other’s faith. (Romans 1:12)

Father’s Voice

Today if you hear His voice, do no harden your hearts.
(Hebrews 3:7, NIV)
            From the sideline of the soccer field, the timekeeper yells out “Minute and a half left in the game.” Further down the sideline a father yells “Son, we’ve got time for one more.” This father is referring to another goal. I smile at the thought.
            This is the last soccer game of the season and our team is winning. Our wins and losses for the season are fairly equal, but there is something exciting about winning the last game of the season.  The son, hearing his father’s voice nods his head and sprints across the field.
Run. Kick. Score!
            The boy bends over, hands resting upon his knees, gasping for breath. He is tired and weary, yet there is a faint smile across his face. The timekeeper yells out “10 seconds left!” Again from the sideline a father shouts out, “Son, we’ve got time for one more.” I glace over at the father thinking he’s crazy. His son’s team is already winning, why try with only 10 seconds left on the clock. The son, hearing his father’s voice nods and yells “Got it.”
Run. Kick. Score. Win!
            The crowd erupts in cheers. I stand there in sheer disbelief.  I overhear someone on the sideline say to his wife “Did you see that boy’s response when he heard his father’s voice?” I watch the father hug his son. The words still echoing in my mind: Did you see that boy’s response when he heard his father’s voice.”
            From the sidelines, I watch as parents pack up the folding chairs while the kids run in circles. Meanwhile, I contemplate my personal response to my Heavenly Father’s voice. Do I nod and say “Got it” and press on, even if it seems crazy? Do I try, even if I know I have already accomplished my goal?  Do I ignore His voice knowing I’ve done my part; thinking let someone else do the rest?
            I know God desires to do the impossible in my life. “Lord, forgive me for not responding with a willing heart when I hear your voice. Help me to respond with a “Got it” attitude (no matter how tired I am) when I hear your voice.”
         As you have figured out, my husband was the father and Andrew was the son, nodding when he heard his father’s voice.

Now to Him who is able to do above and beyond all that we ask or think according to the power that works in us. (Ephesians 3:20, HCSB)


May you and I be mutually encouraged by each other’s faith. (Romans 1:12 NIV)

P.S. In case you wondering, the father on the sidelines is my beloved, and the boy is my son.

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