battle strategy, temptation and a call to arms

I was talking to someone today.  I was confessing some… non-sin-but-could-turn-into-sin-so-let’s-just-go-ahead-and-watch-this-thing-and-surrender-it-to-Jesus-now things.  I was mad and I was frustrated, and I was madstrated and all I could muster in my holy moment was “The enemy is just… a sneaky, lying, jerk face JERK.”

Okay. That’s probably a lie, because it probably came out significantly more unrefined than that, but you get my drift.

I’ve been “strategizing with Jesus” so to speak for the last 48 hours or so.  Like, actually going through battle strategy for this non-thing thing I confessed. Because it’s not sin yet, but it could become it. And I will be… ahem… danged, if that happens on MY ground.

Not today satan.

This is what I’ve learned so far.  The enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy.  John 10:10 tells us this.  So, boom. The enemy is exposed right then…

However. I also have a sneaky suspicion that our enemy is lazy. And before he gathers all the “demonic troops and forces of hell to battle against little ol’ us”… he’s probably just gonna walk up to most of us and just ask for it.  And. Most. Of. Us. Will. Just. Give. It. To. Him.

This is called temptation.

And many of us, as believers, will just hand it to him. There’s no stealing, no killing, no destroying (well, not right away at least) but we willingly surrender our birthright, like Esau, and we just roll over and hand it over.  Uhm. No. Sir.

Friends. Friends. Friends.  Let’s be smart soldiers and smart generals in the battle that rages against our souls.  Temptation is made to be resisted and we are fully equipped, with every tool and gift from heaven, to do just so. We do not have to give the enemy our birthright.  We can say no.

Then. That pesky worm comes in and tries to steal, to kill and destroy.  After we say no.  Through our circumstances.  Through relational brokenness. Through physical hardship. You know the drill.  You’ve lived it and you’ve seen me and our brothers and sisters in the Lord live it. But I’m kinda thinking that most of the time… most of the time, we just willingly hand over birth rights and inheritances.  It isn’t taken or stolen. We. Just. Give. It.

[Enter Face Palm Emoji Right. Here.]

So. I propose this becomes a call to arms.  Don’t be afraid of your temptations.  Don’t make them more than they are, which is an invitation from hell itself that we do not have to actually accept.  We get to say no because Jesus is better.  Because, let me tell you… holy redemption tastes sweeter than any matter of temporary pleasure. Trust my words.   So, let’s fight a war because we’re actually the enemy, not because we’ve sold ourselves into slavery.

Let’s do this dang thing.


be seen.

I want to write a quick blurb. And it’s meant to encourage you.

But it’s also meant to cut you.

We live in a culture that demands attention (as a whole) and places an uncanny and heavy emphasis (and burden) on being seen, being recognized.  This is a culture that permeates through both secular and Christian circles. We hype charisma, and we hype gifting.  And don’t get me wrong… we are 1,000% to celebrate gifts and the essence of every single person we encounter that Jesus has specifically designed and created in a unique way (which, by the way is everybody).  Let’s celebrate and promote when appropriate.

But friends, we do not need to concern ourselves with being seen.  We do not need to work towards being seen.  We do not need to make sure and ensure that our pastor sees us (our calling, our values, our charisma, our gifts).  We do not need to prove anything. 

“Be free from pride-filled opinions, for they will only harm your cherished unity. Don’t allow self-promotion to hide in your hearts, but in authentic humility put others first and view others as more important than yourselves. Abandon every display of selfishness. Possess a greater concern for what matters to others instead of your own interests.”
– Phillipians 2:3

We need to serve. We need to know that we are already seen by the One that matters, and we need to consider others better than ourselves.  We do not work for recognition, but from it.  From the understanding that we are more than seen in the courts of eternal heaven.  We are celebrated, recognized. We mesmerize all of Heaven with who we are.

Our “callings” or “purpose” is not dependent upon anyone’s recognition of who I am or who you are.  God recognizes it, He sees it. And friends, that is enough.

This isn’t a long post.  But I’ve mulled it over and over and over and over in the last few weeks.  If you feel unseen, know that you are.  If you are nervous that you will miss it because people misunderstand you or keep you in a “box”, don’t be. God is bigger than other’s perceptions. And His plans are for you and they will not be thwarted.



hope deferred

“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life.”
– Proverbs 13:12

I feel like the first half of that Scripture is a theme of our post-modern culture.  Hope deferred, postponed, delayed.  Our hopes are delayed left and right, sometimes even in the face of serious hustle and heart.

Hope deferred, put off, makes my heart sick.  I realized today that my heart is probably just a little bit sick.  Not in all areas, not in a whole (though I’ve been there too), but in one specific area, maybe two if I dig real deep.  And so today, when this truth hit me square in the jaw I confessed, My heart is sick.

The lyrics of Brian + Jenn’s Johnson suddenly start to play in my head just then, and it takes every ounce of me not to cry.

I know it’s all you’ve got to just be strong
And it’s a fight just to keep it together, together
I know you think that you are too far gone
But hope is never lost
Hope is never lost

Hold on, don’t let go
Hold on, don’t let go

Just take one step closer
Put one foot in front of the other
You’ll get through this
Just follow the light in the darkness
You’re gonna be okay

Jesus, in His tender loving mercy whispers to my ear just then… “Persevere!”  And that is when I realize, probably (maybe) for the first time ever what exactly perseverance means. Too often we mean perseverance means we don’t quit.  And you know what. That’s true too.  But perseverance God’s way?  I think is expanded on just a smidge.

Perseverance means don’t quit.  But it means don’t quit hoping, don’t quit believing. Not just don’t quit going and moving and doing.  Perseverance is a state of heart not a state of mind. It means we keep going filled with joy and expecting a dream fulfilled coming up on the road, no matter how long the wait.  It means that we understand that the God who is outside of time isn’t delaying our hopes, but is working all things together for our good.  And our great reward will be in proportion to the measure which we waited, and expected… and hoped.

Keep going.   But make sure you are full on the way there.  If you’re not full, stop. It’s okay. Reconnect with the One who brings us hope to overflowing and who is able to restore our sick hearts.  And then, despite the time you think you lost, the God who is outside of time will redeem it on your behalf.

So, yes. Keep going. But know that it’s more than just gritting your teeth and dragging our feet.  It’s. so. much. more.

“Now faith brings our hopes into reality and becomes the foundation needed to acquire the things we long for. It is all the evidence required to prove what is still unseen.”

Hebrews 11:1 TPT


editor’s note: I wrote this blog post a few months back. I wasn’t sure I’d wanted to post it, but as I was Spring Cleaning the blog, I decided this was worth sharing.  Because even if we are living in the Texas Spring (helloooo blue bonnets), the reality of winter is still very real to many of our hearts.

I was driving through the Interstate this weekend, on my way to one of the smallest towns I’ve ever been in, to meet one of my favorite people on the planet.  I was struck by the lack of color on my drive.

It’s been a cold winter, and our little part of Texas has seen snow, sleet, ice and all the things indicating the return of Jesus is imminent.  Our trees, our grass and all things green have basically turned brown and for the first time in my life, I understand the deadness of winter. I had forgotten how full of color the world is, until a green patch, in the middle of an incredible dead area.  And when that little patch of green caught me by surprise, the weight of it forced me to see how much my soul longs.


There are seasons in our life, where just like the Winter, we are surrounded by dead things.  We stand in the middle of it, and all we see is brown and dead. We become accustomed to it and allow ourselves to live in the middle of it, and continue on.  We forget the promise of Spring, the joy that resonates in our hearts with the splash of color that surrounds us.  It’s easy to live in survival mode in the Winter.  It’s easy to forget what color feels like.

But I want to encourage you today.  If your heart longs for the Spring of the Soul the way mine does in the dead of this Winter, remember the vibrant color of Spring. Allow your heart to remember the joy blue bonnets will bring and breathe in deeply the scent of fulfilled dreams and hope accomplished.

Winter is only a season friend.  It doesn’t define you or me, it doesn’t make us, and it most certainly won’t break us.  Keep going. Stay strong.  And hold on.  Those blue bonnets and wildflowers are coming and they’re going to make you feel alive again…


There is one question I always dread answering. And it comes. All the time, from caring, well meaning friends and family members who want to know.

“Hey! How’s Texas?”


It is simultaneously the most difficult and glorious season of my life. I talk about it a lot on this blog (when I actually blog).  How awesome and hard Texas has been.  And you know what? I’m gonna keep talking about it, because it just has been.  Nothing has forced me to trust more than this move, this season.  Nothing has demanded more from my faith muscle than the last year and seven months.  Nothing.

In the latest installment of my life, I was sitting at the kitchen table, Bible open, and “Even When It Hurts” blasting in my ear.  And I was just, crying.  I was weeping before God. Praying over certain life circumstances and feeling completely undone.  I begin reading Hebrews 11:1-3 in the Passion Translation Bible and I start weeping even more.

Now faith brings our hopes into reality and becomes the foundation needed to acquire the things we long for.  It is all the evidence required to prove what is still unseen… Faith empowers us to see that the universe was created and beautifully coordinated by the power of God’s words! He spoke and the invisible realm gave birth to all that is seen.”
(Heb 11:1,3)

Believing God brings my hopes into reality.  Believing God becomes the foundation I need to acquire that which I long for.  Here’s the thing about the Christian walk… much like Israel in the desert only had enough manna in the desert for today, so is our grace enough for our today.  We spend our lives, efforts and prayer focused on tomorrow’s problems, or even today’s problems that aren’t meant to be fixed today.  We often focus our prayers on solutions to our prayers.  As type-A personality American children of God, we need, nay, demand solutions.  We hardly practice prayer without allotting to God multiple choice answers to choose from.  God, I need this… I think You should do this or can do that. It sounds crazy enough and miraculous enough to be You.

But, friends.

Worship, praise and adoration of our Heavenly Father ARE the solutions and answers to our prayer(s).

“The miracle of worship strengthens our souls… Worship always sets the stage for miracles.   In our wilderness we tend to be so self-focused and consumed with our needs.  But true worship is the worship of God, not just singing about our needs or our blessings.  Worship is God focused, taking us out of our need into the glory fire of who He is and what He has done for us.  Worship will release miracles in your life!”
– excerpt from “The Wilderness: Where Miracles are Born” by Brian + Candice Simmons

What does it mean for me to *only* sing His praise? What does it look like for me to sing and dance and worship until the miracles come? How do I posture my heart?

“My heart, O God, is quiet and confident, all because of You. Now I can sign my song with passionate praises.” 
– Psalms 108:1

Surrender. Remain undone and bury yourself in all that He is. In other words… worship.
To posture our heart to worship, we choose to worship.

Worship is our solution.

don’t read if you’re easily offended

Guys. This is getting ridiculous.

First off, Hi. I know it’s been a while.  Second, I apologize in advance for this post, because I am going to speak a lot of truth as graciously as I can, but the possibility of it hurting is still a little bit high.

Guys.  We have GOT to get it together. Like, fix it Jesus, let go and let God together.  We are getting a little bit much in the name of Jesus.

Our current culture and generation is operating under this “feelings first” ideology that demands coddling and fuzzy feelings to thrive.  This is false and incorrect and absolutely infuriating. Let me explain.

Once upon a time, constructive criticism and accountability was part of every day life.  Teachers in school corrected us, coaches corrected us, bosses, coworkers, heck… parents, husbands, wives.  Correction was an unquestioned part of life.   Nobody loved it, it hardly feels fuzzy wuzzy, but man… it grew us, made us better people and taught us personal responsibility.

NOW, these days… any statement outside of “You’re Great” is considered bullying and mean and irrelevant.


Guys. I don’t love hearing that I’m doing something wrong. Legit. I don’t love hearing “Hey, you dropped the ball, kid. This could’ve been better.” I also don’t like seeing that I did a crappy job or could’ve done better or just didn’t know to do better.  I don’t like hearing my husband tell me I got it backwards and I need to check myself.  It is not a fun feeling.  I don’t like owning up to being too sassy and unable to control it at times (working on it) or that I may not actually have all the answers to a problem that frustrates me.  I have a right perspective on it, I understand that it’s necessary, but much like going to the dentist, it’s just not something I am going to celebrate… in the moment.

 Now all discipline seems to be more pain than pleasure at the time, yet later it will produce a transformation of character, bringing a harvest of righteousness and peace to those who yield to it.” (Romans 12:11 TPT)

Let’s do better, let’s be better.  Let’s talk about the hard stuff, let’s be honest, in love. I’m not writing a call to arms for jerks to be jerks and allow them to get away with it. But let’s be open and willing to receive praise and correction, accolades and feedback.  We’re never going to grow if we don’t. We are getting way too hurt, way too easily and it is a burdensome (and frankly, disturbing) sight.

Recently, someone I work alongside gave some criticism on some elements and responsibilities that fell on me.  I was peeved, at first. I won’t lie. It stings, it hurts, it SUCKS.  I had my moment, I considered all that he said, and then realized that he didn’t have the full picture from where he was standing. But in that, there were *still* some things he said that showed me, I had room for growth, I could tighten up.  I heard his constructive criticism, I didn’t take it personal when he processed information from a different standpoint, and I look for the bit (as in part, not as in teeny) that made me grow as a person.  I’m good. He’s good. Our working relationship is good. And we moved on.

Boom. Done.

Listen to me Millenials (yes, all of us).

Correction, Feedback, Criticism (to an extent) isn’t a dig at who you are, and it does not equate to a lack of love and support*. If anything, it supports the commitment to love and to the relationship (whether professional or personal).  It’s good, and right. And it produces the right kind of fruit.

Fully embrace God’s correction as part of your training, for He is doing what any loving father does for his children. For who has ever heard of a child who never had to be corrected? We all should welcome God’s discipline as the validation of authentic sonship. For if we have never once endured his correction it only proves we are strangers and not sons.” (Hebrews 12:6 TPT)

We will never embrace a full identity as a Son (or daughter) of God if we cannot and will not allow ourselves to be corrected.  Let’s start changing the world, by actually growing in our character and allowing godly, loving correction to mold us.

Yes. And Amen

That is all.

*I would like to point out that I am 100% aware that there are individuals who will punish, and abuse in the name of correction. Correction is not punitive nor abusive and if you are in a situation where this is the case, get out and seek help.


2017. What a great year it’s been.  It was a *hard* year, but man… it was good.  I can’t for the life of me remember the “word” God gave me for it.  Serves me right, since I always refuse to write it down… that being said, I can’t remember the word God gave me, but I can tell you the word I’ve lived.

Faith.  I have been walking with Jesus for years, but this year was the year that I learned and really activated what it means to live by faith.  There was measure of faith in my life, sure.  But it was wrapped up and mixed up with worry, concern and a lot of doing to get things done to earn it type of work.  But this year? This year, I learned what it means to rest in His goodness and believe that everything in His hands, and at the beginning, middle, and end of the day… He is Good. 

Because I’m feeling slightly nostalgic, here are seventeen things about 2017 that I learned, I experienced, or lived.

  1. 2017 was the year we completed our biological family. Mia Rose arrived late March and filled my heart with wonder and joy a new.  She was and continues to be my redemption baby.
  2. 2017 was the year I saw the miraculous at 11:59:59.  It started out rough, but I purposed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living, to seek His face even in the mess of the poo-poo-caca circumstances I was living.  And man, I wasn’t disappointed.
  3. Speaking of poo-poo-caca, in 2017, I gained a brother.  That particular phrase is his saying and I would not be fair to write about this year without mentioning him.  If you’re reading this Bubba… You have been a highlight this year and have truly been a God-send to our family.  I appreciate the way you are with my kids and the way you challenge and support my husband.
  4. 2017 was the year God parted the Red Sea for me.  The Old Testament story of Moses leading Israel out of Egypt resounded with my heart and was thematic all year long for me. I completely, wholeheartedly, understand Israel in this story, and have myself cried out “You have brought us here to DIE” (I tend to lean towards the dramatic) many many times this year.  But each time, the Lord reminds me where I am in this story, what He did, what I can have confidence in that He will do, and who to follow.
  5. 2017 was the year I went back home and realized, it wasn’t home anymore… Florida is a beautiful state that I will forever treasure in my heart, and it is no longer home.  It holds some of my favorite people that I will forever miss, never forget and always pray into Texas. This year, I let go of what was and embraced of what is.
  6. Speaking of what is… 2017 was the year we found our Church home, our Church family and an outstanding community of human beings we intend to do life with for a very, very long time (sorry Freedom. You’re stuck with the Arrazolo’s!).  Freedom Fellowship Church (soon to be juuuust Freedom Church, hoorah!) has been an answer to my prayers, water to my soul. She is a praying Church, an action Church, a Word Church, a friendly church.  Freedom is an answer to prayer from my heart and Husband’s. She isn’t perfect but she hosts some of the most incredible, vulnerable, God loving people I have ever met.
  7. 2017 was the year I met a great host of people that have forever changed my world.  I have been challenged to be increasingly gracious, I have been presented with a new perspective on community and friendship, I have been supported by practically strangers.  I have had to build relationships and navigate the funk and the joys of what it means to start a fresh and building new bridges.
  8. 2017 was a year of new beginnings and fresh gardening.  Starting over in new soil after spending 10+ years digging down roots is tough. But man, oh man, is it cool and so worth it.
  9. 2017 was a year of answered prayers.  After spending a little under 10 years in a House of Prayer, this year… I learned what it means to pray.  This year I understood the two-way street God sets up as prayer.  I didn’t do it on a mic, or in a room full of people, with fancy language… it was in my car, between pick up and drop off at the kids school, while doing dishes, while seeking the Lord and asking His will at 1:42am, mainly in mumbles and fumbled words of “I DON’T KNOW GOD”.  This year I prayed. And God answered. 100% of the time.
  10. 2017 was also the year, I got a job. I’ve had jobs.  Many jobs.  But this year, I got the job. A job I feel fulfilled in and genuinely enjoy.  A job I both intimately understand and feel completely lost in. It simultaneously comforts me and challenges me. It’s epic.  I’m not a hireling there. I’m a steward.  And I love it… in case you didn’t catch that.
  11. 2017 was a year of catastrophic failure.  I made a LOT of mistakes this year.  When I reflect on it, I see my ineptitude as a Mama, my less than joyful submission to my hubs. I see a potty mouth, and quick to judge heart posture.  Man oh man. There are so many places that could use a whole ‘nother bucket of His grace.
  12. 2017 was a year at home.  I’d planned on adventuring a whole more outside this year.  But it 100% did not work out that way.  We wore out our home this year and spent a lot of time in it.  We watched movies and attempted to make meals together.  We played a lot of board games and snuggled.  It was a year of “breaking in” our here-in-Texas home, and yano… I don’t mind it.
  13. 2017 was a year of  relational restoration.  After years of praying and feeling the gentle tug of the Holy Spirit, 2017 ends with the first few bricks of an old bridge being rebuilt.
  14. 2017 was the beginning of what I know is the beginning of an international adventure that will play out over the course of our life.  We finally got passports, we traveled outside the United States, and we dreamed that we will do it again, very, very soon.
  15. 2017 was the year I got to know my extended family… the mafia most commonly known as the Arrazolo’s (mostly kidding about the mafia statement guys… mostly). After 8 years of marriage and having spent a couple of hours with half the Arrazolo gang, this year I got to spend almost every major holiday with them… birthdays, loteria nights and everything in between.  And I am so thankful for them.  My husband’s extended family is the warmest, kindest, latest brood in all of Texas.  They have made a very large state feel a whole lot smaller.
  16. 2017 was the very first time I saw my husband experience loss.  And man, was it hard.  We have grieved together over catastrophes in our nation, over broken marriages and lost babes of both friends and acquaintances, and a dozen other scenarios that life has thrown our way.  But this year, loss made it’s way from out there, to directly in front, and man… it sucked.
  17. 2017 was the year I became a Texan.  As Harvey assaulted this city and this state that I have grown to love, there was a weaving of heart to it that I could never fully explain. My heart demanded justice for it and I knew… it’d become home.

2018, I’m excited that you’re almost here.  I have a clear word from Jesus for it.  I have confident expectation that His goodness will continue to lead and prove itself faithful on my behalf.  I’m filled with faith and expectation at all that 2018 will bring.

Here’s to new beginnings 🙂