Fighting the Entitlement Worldview

When I spend time with others different from me, it grounds me. Our family has spent 1 hour of most Saturday mornings this past year with the homeless. We committed to giving up 1 hour of our Saturday morning ritual of laziness to 1 hour of intentional fellowship with others who are different from us.


And though Satan tried to thwart our Saturday morning visits, we were able to maintain that tradition most regularly. This commitment wasn’t exceptional but it did radically change our family’s outlook on life.


Our kids started asking why questions. Why couldn’t we have a homeless friend live at our house? Why did they live in a van? Why are we throwing a baby shower for a homeless couple? Why do we have a house? Why do we have 2 cars?


And it grew to how questions. How can we help? How can we serve others? How can we show others Jesus?


And hopefully it’ll continue to flourish into asking God to use us. Use our gifts. Use our talents. Use the material possessions you have given us.


But for now with all the rush of packing, organizing, moving and planning we have had to end our tradition. And with that comes my selfishness. What I “need”. When I “need” it. My husband likes to describe the entitlement worldview as “I breathe, therefore I deserve.”

And so I am attempting to fight the entitlement view.



When Praying Gets Routine

I had gotten into a rut. Praying the same prayers. As if it were just rote memorization but not actual communication to my Lord, Guider of all life.


After reading two books, one on praying and the other on living to abundantly bless those with our excess I opted to do a praying experiment.


I didn’t have grandiose plans for the short experiment but was curious to see where it led.

I realized I had some excess time that I could funnel into prayer time instead of Instagram or blog reading/writing time.


Starting with 5 minutes on the first day, I prayed and added 3 minutes each subsequent day.

I was curious if my ever distracted, multitasking mind could handle praying for long periods of time.

I was curious if this alone time would boost my relationship with my Savior or leave me even more “bored”.


Just as some days are mundane ones, others are filled with new experiences. I found the prayer time similar to daily life. If I was focused and seeking time with God, the prayer time sped by. Likewise if I was tired, I’d easily get distracted or fall asleep.

I left the experiment wanting more. More prayer time, more quiet moments in His presence, more earnestness to seek Him. I long for asking big prayers and seeing big answers.


I learned that:

1. A prayer journal is really helpful.

2. Recording my prayer list helped me stay on task.

3. Adding Scripture verses to various prayer points gave me beautiful words that I could really understand and ask forthrightly.

4. Starting a timer on my phone gave me total freedom to pray and be in communion with Christ knowing I had set aside the time and made the time priority.

5. During my longer prayer times, I found my days flowed better. I was content and peaceful. All my concerns I had already laid down at the feet of Jesus. All I needed to do was wait; listening and watching for the answer.


I worked up to an hour but felt led to stop when I noticed I had to multitask to complete the allotted prayer time within a 24 hour period before falling sleep.

After asking my husband for wisdom on when I should end the experiment and we mutually agreed that it was probably the right time to end it, I had to battle guilt.

My sinful heart loves to accuse me of giving up for the wrong reasons, heaping coals on my head reminding me how human I am. So I have prayed in the short quick moments in the day that I wouldn’t bow to guilt.


Now that I have been able to digest this experiment, I hope to build in a little more blocked prayer time into my daily routine.

Did you know Martin Luther prayed for at least 2 hours every day? I may not have the fortitude of Martin Luther but surely I can chisel out 15 or 20 minutes in the early quiet to talk to my King.


And I recognize that there will be seasons of my life where even those few precious minutes will need to be elsewhere.

Praying to the Prince of Peace has given me the direction to the flow of my life.

Second Hand Smoke or Possibility to Evangelize?


The background is three different neighbors’ fences.

We live in a neighborhood where all the houses are close together.

We really enjoy the location and even the quirky rental house.

With this house comes the ability to see into 6 different houses from our own windows.

And most of our neighbors are outside smokers too.


That’s not our house behind the Third.

Awhile back, I remember a friend ranting on social media

how one of her neighbors smokes

and so that keeps the kids and her inside.

She was very concerned with her kids’ lungs getting second hand smoke

(understandably, she is given the responsibility to care for them).


That’s our place behind Hallmark.

For some reason I felt the Holy Spirit pricking my heart over this situation.

What was irking me?


Trying new things

What is typically seen as a deterrent can be viewed in a positive manner.

Could God use our shared backyard to be a witness to the neighborhood smokers?


Joyful strongly holding the parrot named Seven.

Could this be a blessing in disguise?

What’s more critical?

Worrying about secondhand smoke or the destination of my neighbors’ eternal souls?


Visiting our local farmers’ market and listening to live music while snacking on free treats!

So I pray,

pray for wisdom to know when and how to share my faith,

pray for courage to share,

pray the neighbors see beneath all our muck that life’s all about our Savior.


With God all things are possible, especially when stretched on our tippy toes.

A totally unrelated garden update:


Dutiful son watering the tomato plants


I have to admit, I haven’t seen any growth on the tomato plants, but the weeds sure like it! And I don’t take the time to weed very much.