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Obedience is Exciting?!?

Today’s guest post is written by Kendra Hunt, a warm, wonderful, welcoming friend whose depths of wisdom and love never seem to end. Through life’s everyday circumstances, and often a touch of humor that lifts the spirit, she cuts to the heart of what a day-to-day relationship with God looks like lived out. I pray you’ll be blessed by the message she’s brought to you here! 


A few years ago I was chatting with a friend who’d come to my home for a visit. We both had little kids who seemed always to be at our feet. Conversation was sporadic at best and we could count in the course of a night the number of sentences we actually completed. It was the end of the year and we were discussing the church-wide fast for January.

We would start a sentence and then change a diaper, start a sentence and then fill a sippy cup, start a sentence and then dart to save a little one from falling off a chair. Do you see a pattern? It is amazing that I remember anything from that night, but I do. I distinctly remember my friend talking about what God had put on her heart to fast – and she was excited. What?

How could she be excited about depriving herself of something??

She multitasked while sharing her excitement to live in obedience regarding what God was asking of her. It was strange and yet very enticing. The conversation got me to thinking about obedience. So many principles in the Bible are vastly contrary to popular culture. Who would think obedience to an invisible God would be exciting? The thought of giving up something you are very attached to, such as sugar or social media, or worse, chocolate, was not something that would seem exciting.

As I continued to think about obedience, I imagined a puppy, a family’s treasured pet. Have you ever seen a puppy when they have been disobedient? They hang their head and tuck their tail down. They stay at a distance, scared of the discipline that may follow their disobedient behavior, like a shadow attached to a kid playing in the sun.

So what does an obedient puppy do? Why yes!! They are excited. They wag their tails and come close to you, waiting for a pat on the head or a rub behind their ear.

Obedience is exciting because, when it is done from a heart of love, it brings you closer. Obedience strengthens a relationship and draws you closer to the one to which you have subjected your will. 

Obedience from love opens the door for God to do a transformative work in your life.

The apostle Peter gives instruction in the New Testament telling the people to continue to be obedient, even in their suffering. He reminds them of their hope and tells them that obedience will multiply their grace and peace.

“God the Father has his eye on each of you, and has determined by the work of the Spirit to keep you obedient through the sacrifice of Jesus. May everything good from God be yours!” 1 Peter 1:2 (The Message)

Obedience is exciting because it brings you nearer to a God whose number one desire is for you to be close to Him. He sent His son to live a life of obedience so that you could be close to Him.

“By the obedience of one shall many be made righteous.” Romans 5:19 (KJV)

Don’t be fooled by the world and its message that living for God is living a life that is not fun and exciting. Obedience to God is exciting in a way the world will never know.


Kendra Hunt picKendra’s boys say that she spends her time making dinner and wrestling them for hugs. Kendra spends the rest of her time as a full-time mom, a full-time pastor’s wife, a part-time accountant, a ladies group leader, a PTA board member, and the director of the mentoring program for Gateway Church’s NFW campus. She is also the author of Encouragement Between Loads of Laundry, a hilarious, yet poignant collection of inspirational devotions for women. While Kendra doesn’t even enjoy making dinner, she is proud that it is first on her boys list! The rest are just details!

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Fail Forward

Do not fear failure
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Today’s post is written by Summer Hoover, a guest contributor and invaluable friend.  Her insight, humility and openness speak into my life through every conversation we have.  I pray that her thoughts here will bless and challenge you today.


“It is when we notice the dirt that God is most present in us; it is the very sign of His presence.”

C.S. Lewis

Failure. What comes to mind when you read that word? Do you think of a specific moment? A relationship? A job? A sin in your life? Do you see yourself?  Whatever it conjures up, I think we can all agree that the word “failure” is filled with negativity, loss, sadness, hurt, pain, regret, embarrassment, or shame. What would you add to that list?

For me, fear of failure has been a paralyzing, self-loathing force in my life.  I have allowed it to control what I do or don’t do, how I respond when I mess up and how I allow those mess-ups to form me, oftentimes with negative effects.  When I was around twelve years old, my parents got me a Nike T-shirt which simply said, “Losing teaches you one thing…it sucks.”  That pretty much sums up the perspective I had on failure.

However, as much as that statement may resonate, it is misses the mark completely.  We can allow failure to push us back, paralyze us, derail us or transform us.  Three of these four options are void of God’s redeeming nature and His willingness to turn our mistakes and mess-ups into defining and teachable moments where He is revealed and we are transformed.

Lately, God has been opening doors for me to walk through in pursuit of His call on my life – to lead others to know Christ and show them the way out of captivity.  These recent months have been a beautiful whirlwind of ministerial blessings, spiritual transformation, and personal face-to-face encounters with my God.

After so many spiritual “highs” of late, I was excited to celebrate over dinner with ladies from the post-abortive Bible study I’ve had the honor of leading (called Surrendering the Secret).  We may have started out as facilitators and group members, but God has grown our relationships into ones without labels or roles – simply sisters in Christ.  At dinner, when our server told me they didn’t have Dr Pepper or Mr. Pibb (all kinds of wrong, I know), I opted to have a Peach Bellini from the bar – a rare choice on my part. Despite the food in my system, I started to feel a bit light-headed, not surprising considering my drinks normally consist of water, Dr Pepper and creamer with a bit of coffee.

After dinner, one friend reminded me that another friend at our table had a past addiction to alcohol. Failure.

How could I have forgotten? I knew that.  How did that not even cross my mind? How?  I don’t even like alcohol that much.  How could I have been so careless?  I was distraught, wounded by my own sin to my core.

I immediately called this friend and apologized through sobbing tears.  She was so gracious, compassionate, and forgiving.  I plead for forgiveness. She willingly, without question, offered it.  She assured me that she had not felt tempted in the least.  A healing stitch.  I then cried out to God, praying, crying, apologizing, and receiving His forgiveness.  But, the paralyzing, self-loathing response to failure had already begun to take root in me.  It has been, after all, my default.  Losing teaches you one thing: it sucks. Remember?

All those amazing “God moments” of late were in danger of being swept from my mind. The self-loathing threatened their very existence in my heart and mind.  I had failed…in a big way. How could someone who is supposed to be leading do something so thoughtless?  Then, God stopped me and reminded me of a main point from that weekend’s message: Defining Moments by Kay Woodward – “The moment of truth is the truth of the moment”.   He snatched me from the deceit of my habits.

Yes, it was a failure on my part, but it was also a defining moment – one that can either be defined by the truth of Christ or by the lies of Satan.   What truth did God speak to me in the stillness of my bedroom? “Yes, this was a mistake, but it was unintentional and made in a safe place. I know you won’t do it again.  You must forgive yourself.”

This was the truth of the moment.  We can either allow our failures to define us or we can allow our God to define our failures, to sanctify us and reveal His glory to us and through us.

Jesus reminded me, as only He can, that my failures do not strip me of His love or calling on my life any more than my goodness is responsible for Him giving them to me in the first place.  Failures are defining moments, there is no doubt, but how we allow them to define us is completely up to us.

It’s no coincidence that I was able to sit in all three services the previous weekend and hear Kay preach the same message three times.  My God knew.  He knew what was going to take place, and He knew I would need that truth planted firmly in my heart.  He prepared a way for me out of my failure before I ever entered into it.  He has done and will do the same for you.

I was tempted to fall into what I believed was my default, but our God is faithful to keep His promise when he said through the Apostle Paul in 1 Corinthians 10:13, “You are tempted in the same way all other human beings are. God is faithful. He will not let you be tempted any more than you can take. But when you are tempted, God will give you a way out so that you can stand up under it.”

Hear me. You are not defined by your failures.  You can choose to believe the lies Satan so freely whispers in your mind.  You can choose to partner with him in saying them to yourself.  Or you can choose to seek God’s face, crawl into His arms and allow Him to show you the truth of who you are.

In her book, Breaking Free, Beth Moore says, “A Christian is held captive by anything that hinders the abundant and effective Spirit-filled life God planned for him or her” (p. 25).  This is what Paul says about that in Galatians 5:1, “Christ has set us free. He wants us to enjoy freedom. So stand firm. Don’t let the chains of slavery hold you again.”  Don’t let the chains of shame, guilt, regret, or self-loathing hold you again.

Do something for yourself.  Fill in the blank: “I am letting the chains of ________ hold me captive even though I have been set free by the blood of Christ.”  Now…go. Pray. Seek God.  Open your Bibles. Do not let another minute of that captivity go by.

Where the Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom…Jesus came to give you life and life to the full…While we were still sinners, Christ died for us…I no longer live, but it is Christ who lives in me.

In order to know the truth, you have to know the Truth.  God has an abundant and effective Spirit-filled life planned for you.  Do not remain in the cage of captivity when Jesus has already opened the door and set you free.  Failures will happen.Fail forward.


Go check out Summer’s previous guest post, Surrender All To Me


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Summer Hoover is proud to be a military wife to her wonderful and supportive husband, Jason. They have two beautiful children who have inspired her to pursue her passion for discovering beauty in unexpected places as a natural light portrait photographer. Whether she is home-schooling her children, speaking, writing or simply having coffee with a friend, passion for living fully in that moment best defines her style and rule of life.
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3 Anger Adjustments for the Imperfect Perfectionist

Burning Fuse Macro

Let me be transparent: I am not perfect (I know…shock and awe!)…and I get angry sometimes (crazy, I know!)…and sometimes I let that anger affect the way I treat the people around me (yep, it’s true!).  On the chance that you can relate, how about we process this a bit together?

It feels like my fuse has gotten shorter over the past couple of years, but I think what’s actually happened is I’ve made a transition from just simply bottling my anger inside (hoping I wouldn’t explode, but eventually, inevitably, I would)…to now, where I am doing less bottling and more immediate exploding as I let anger lead my thinking, my words and my attitude.  Neither option is really a great way to go, but at least I’m in a place now where I’m seeing when I get angry and, usually, why, rather than being surprised when I suddenly release the inner bottle of acquired ickiness all over everyone.

So, here are a few adjustments I’m making as I bounce and bump down this road:

1. Adjusting my expectations.  My anger almost always comes because my expectations don’t line up with reality.  For example: I may expect my kids to walk sedately through the house and speak with inside-voices when inside at all times.  Well…this is just simply not reality with 4 and 6 year-olds in the house.  I may expect them to maturely work out their disagreements with calm words…But that’s not really realistic either at their ages all the time.  I may expect that I can tackle my entire to-do list in a day, but then I find myself angry with myself at the end of the day when the dishes have piled up, I still haven’t made it to the grocery store and we didn’t even touch schoolwork today.  Now, I’m not saying we need to lower expectations to a point that we never strive for greatness…absolutely not!  What I am saying is that I don’t need to expect perfection.  I’m not perfect…neither are my children, my family members, my friends, the world I live in…even my husband, though he is very close (wink, wink).

2. Pause…Breathe…Repeat.  When I feel anger creeping its way through me, I’ve found I need to take a pause and a very deep breath…or two…or twelve…before I start talking.  Notice, I said “talking“…not “shouting“.  It’s not too effective when I shout out to my kiddos across the house, “Stop shouting, right now!”  Probably doesn’t send the right message…hmmm.

3. Receive grace…Give grace.  So much of my frustration is often directed at myself because I haven’t fulfilled my expectations of perfection that day.  I have to start giving myself more grace by receiving the grace that God gives me so freely.  He doesn’t expect perfection out of me…so why am I harder on myself than He is on me?  And when I have received His grace, and given it to myself too, it’s that much easier to give it out to everyone else.  Grace to my growing and constantly learning children…grace to the driver in front of me who’s going a tad slower than I’d prefer…grace to my husband when he is stuck at work a little late.

I am an imperfect perfectionist whom God is transforming into a grace-giving realist.  It is a messy and uncomfortable process.  But He’s giving me precious glimpses of what can be if I’ll take this bottle of anger and this sharp tongue and set them into His hands to totally reshape.

If you relate at all, I encourage you today to set down your expectations of perfection…pause and take a breath…and receive grace so that you can freely give it.   My prayer for today, for you and for me is that we can become people who aren’t led by anger, but who can let our anger show us areas of our lives that need God’s touch…and that we would open that door wide for Him to enter in with His grace and His transformation.


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