The 2023 Grammy's....

The Grammy awards which are part of the recording academy are suppose to be an outlet to honor  professional music and musicians. At once thought to be somewhat of a prestigious organization the recording academy has been involved in many high profile scandals and news making headlines about their voting practices over the last few years. The 2023 Grammy awards show featured a song called "Unholy" sung by Sam Smith and Kim Petras. The performance was nothing less then Satanic in imagery, content, the glorification of evil, and the mimicking of the Devil by Sam Smith who says he is binary and Kim Petras- transgender. In the category of Grammy Award for Best Pop Duo/Group Performance its hard to fathom that this song won. I would go so far as to say the academy would probably give the Devil himself an award if he submitted a song.  Any kind of scrutiny about the songs message and theme and any attempt to uphold any standard of decency has been thrown out by the academy over the years and although they award and allow a small category or 2 for gospel-Christian, CCM, and inspirational music the highest honor given to a song in the pop-duo category and performance- a song so anti God it wreaks of demons laughing at the academy and its disregard for integrity was voted on as the best in that category. Is this the best we can do? I could give many many accounts of crotch grabbing and overtly sexually charged performances being played on their awards show over the years and their allowing a marriage ceremony on air of many gay couples getting married etc. Maybe I'm a voice of only the few who would start asking what standards does this organization have? I would urge a change for professional musicians and artists to seriously consider a new performance academy and recording organization with scruples, values, and integrity. An academy that wants to mentor high school musicians and up and coming artists even at a young age properly and an academy that will actually follow some form of code that believes at its best music as an art form can bring hope, decency, and inspire our youth with values that once made this country great.

Gene Schmidt

February 7th 2023

 

July 3rd

I'm sitting outside looking at this tree in our backyard.  When we moved in I thought about the danger of it falling on the house every day. During every storm or windy day I would worry and I would pray for protection. Our neighborhood is elevated and the storms seem very severe at times, unlike anywhere I've ever lived before. One day about a year after we moved in, I was sitting in my bed. The night before it had stormed but on this night it was completely still.. not even a breeze. The windows in the bedroom are facing the backyard, about 15 feet from this tree. As I sat reading, I suddenly heard a loud crash. I went running outside to look and discovered that it was a branch from that tree. It must have broken the night before in the storm and had fallen suddenly next to our bedroom window. I knew in that moment that the Lord had answered my prayers and protected us. It changed the way I prayed over the tree because I knew God would protect us. I experienced it. So I continued to pray with each storm, each windy day with a new confidence in my Creator and His control over every branch, every gust of wind. One day, a large wood pecker decided to make this tree his home. It pecked and pecked day after day after day. From early in the morning until late Into the evening, making what I assume was a home for a family of its own to nest in. It chose this tree as its safe place and worked and worked to build something. I thought very little of it other than the noise it made all day long and my memories of the cartoon woody the wood pecker. We watched as it burrowed deeper and deeper into the tree. It would leave for a bit and then return and peck away. One day there was a storm like no other. Tornado force winds, record breaking winds in fact and I was afraid, so I prayed. Lord protect this house, protect us from the stom. And wouldn't you know it, the tree fell that night.   I went outside to look and to my amazement, the very spot the wood pecker had built its home was the spot the tree split. The wood pecker had dug so deep into the tree that it did the work we couldn't do. It caused a weak spot in just the right place that the tree broke in half and fell back in the exact opposite direction of the house. Directly away from everything and anything it could have damaged. Landing against a very large tree able to catch its force and stop it from knocking down other smaller trees or causing any further destruction. I sit here now and remember. God hears our prayers. He is working in our behalf. And sometimes He answers prayers in ways we can't even see until after the fact, that we can't understand until after the storm. Sometimes it looks in the natural like a tree and a wood pecker but it's actually God's protection all along. 

Be Still

I haven’t written many songs lately.   A friend asked me recently if I was still writing, and I had to be honest.   Not much.    It’s not because I don’t want to or even because I don’t have any ideas to pen.   I simply haven’t had time.    Life with a 3-month-old, a 13-year-old, and a full-time job keep me quite busy.    It’s amazing and I wouldn’t change a thing but the days go by so fast I don’t even always realize how much time passes between attempts to sit and write or even just sit and worship.   If you have kids you can probably relate.  Fortunately, my daughter loves music so that definitely helps.    One thing I have managed to keep doing, is serving in church worship, a few Sundays a month thanks to an amazing husband and an amazing church nursery.  A few Sundays ago, during worship, I heard the Lord say very clearly “I am not afraid of anything.  Nothing makes me anxious”.   To explain, I have struggled pretty severely with anxiety since the baby was born.   I have struggled the last few years but the hormones and exhaustion have caused it to escalate some.   I have been working hard, through prayer, and really focusing on the triggers and causes to try and work through it, but it’s still hard almost daily.     So, this Sunday…. These words spoke to me in a biiiiiig way.   The Lord often speaks to me in times of worship which is why I know that it is important to make time for it.   But I have also been reminded lately that there are different ways to worship, when song isn’t an option.   Last week I led worship in the Middle School classroom and as I was preparing, those words He spoke were echoing in my head.  Lord led me to the passage in Psalm 46, verse 10 that reminds us, “He says, “Be Still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.””

I thought about this passage, and what it means to Be Still.  I decided to dig a little in scripture and came across these additional passages regarding this command to Be Still.

Exodus 14:13-14

“Moses answered the people, “Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring you today.  The Egyptians you see today you will never see again.  The Lord will fight for you, you need only to be still.””

Psalm 37:7

“Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him; do not fret when people succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes.”

Psalm 4:4-5

“Tremble and do not sin; When you are on your beds, search your hearts and be silent.  Offer the sacrifices of the righteous and trust in the Lord.”



In general, I don’t like being still.  I like to be doing.   I call myself a busy body because I enjoy having tasks, and projects, working and moving pretty much all the time.   But truthfully, I don’t think that’s what the scripture is commanding in the above passages.   Taken literally, as we often do in the English translations, that seems like the logical referral.   But when you break down the Hebrew words and what they tell us, it shines a light on the true meaning of Being Still.



Psalm 46:10 the Hebrew word used here is raphah.   It means to cease, or let alone.  To become feeble or to let drop.   In this verse, in this context we are being commanded to stop.   To literally remember our humanness and drop what we are trying so hard to hold onto with our human hands.   To remember who God is, and let Him be God.  We try so hard to fix things ourselves, to take all of the workload onto our own shoulders when God is more than big enough, more than strong enough, more than able…and willing, to do it for us.


Exodus 14:13-14 the Hebrew word is yatsab.   It means to stay in one place, to remain, to continue.   Here the Israelites are being reminded that if they want to see the Lord move, they need to get out of His way.    To stay put and wait on Him to move instead of rushing ahead out of fear and trying to make things happen in their own strength.  Taking action with an anxious heart often leads to disaster.   Instead we are reminded to wait on the Lord.


Psalm 37:7 the Hebrew word is damam.   Is means to rest, to hold peace, to quiet oneself.   I imagine it to be like a screaming child, throwing a tantrum, and our Father gently saying, “It’s ok, I have you, calm down.  You don’t have to be afraid.  Take a deep breath, stop being upset and let me handle it”.   
   

Psalm 4:4-5 is the same Hebrew word as the above, damam.   Scripture uses the word silent here, but again we are commanded to hold peace, to quiet oneself.   This word also means to be dumbfounded or astonished.    This passage reminds us to be thankful, and humble before the Lord.   And not to sin, by walking in fear but rather trust in the Almighty who is more than able, and remember just who He is and what He is capable of.



I am so thankful for the Words Be Still.  I am so thankful that we serve a God who knew our nature well enough to remind us more than once that we need to stop, quiet ourselves, let alone our agenda, stay put, and wait on Him.  Even in the chaos of life, those are truths that bring freedom from fear. 

A Posture of Gratitude

I think one of the most important questions we can ask ourselves as believers, is how do I respond when the Lord answers a prayer?   It's so easy to become a spoiled brat Christian.  Like a kid who gets upset because they didn't get what they wanted for Christmas even though they got a lot of other really great presents.   When He answers, sometimes they way we had hoped and sometimes not, either way He is worthy.   Either way He is faithful.   Either way He deserves our praise.     And it's so easy to forget to stop and thank Him.   We hold out our hands with expectation, but forget to hold them up in praise.

 I was thinking the other day about how quickly I turn into an Israelites.    I pray earnestly for something and the Lord provides above and beyond what I could have imagined, but after a while I start to grumble.   I start to become dissatisfied with the thing that was at one point, Miraculous.       It's human nature to receive what we want and soon forget.  To fall back into despair when things don't go our way rather than remembering the faithfulness of our Father and all the things He has done for us.   It is important not only for our own faith but for the faith of others to remember.   To stop and acknowledge.   And to share with others in the struggles and the victories.  To join together in praise for the answers we are praying , even if we haven't gotten one yet.      To remember the times He has answered and blown us away with the intricate ways in which He weaves together beautiful stories of redemption, healing, fruitfulness, bounty, and provision.   The way He answers even those small prayers we pray that in the scheme of things are probably insignificant.    

Recognize them.   Respond to them.   Rejoice over them.   Remember them.

3 weeks ago, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.   She is the most amazing gift I have ever received and I can't imagine my life without her.  The Lord answered so many of my prayers with this child, in so many sweet ways that only the Lord could do.     But there are moments, when she is fussy in the middle of the night, it's easy to forget what a miracle she is.   It's hard, it's exhausting, it's a whole new set of worries, and struggles.   But that does not change the fact, or minimize in any way, that she is an answer to so many prayers.   And I remind myself daily to thank my Father for this amazing gift.   To rest in a place of gratitude because it makes the tough moments a little brighter, and the sweet moments a little sweeter.  

It takes intentionality.   A posture of gratitude.  

In Psalm 20 verses 4-5 David wrote

"May He give you the desire of your heart and make all your plans succeed.  May we shout for joy over your victory and lift up our banners in the name of our God.  May the Lord grant all your requests."   

David recognized that all victory comes from the Lord.   That every victory should be shared and that they should celebrated and praise the one who gave them victory!   

I think we need to stop regularly and ask ourselves, are we acknowledging what He has done for us?  Basking in the grandeur of His goodness, faithfulness, glory, and greatness.  Do we find it impossible to resist praising Him for who He is, for His total worthiness.     He is the King.      He is the All in All.  He is the maker of the heavens and the earth.  Nothing is more important than His presence.   Nothing and no one deserves our full attention and focus like He does.  Absolutely nothing compares to His great love and affection for us.    Absolutely no one can fill us like He can.       His answers to prayer, weather we understand them or not, weather we can grasp the full reality of them or not, are sovereign and holy.     He cannot lie, cannot fail, He cannot do wrong.  He is a good Father and He deserves all of our gratitude.   

Know You By Name

The past few Sundays, I was asked to lead worship in our Middle School and then High School group at my church.   I lead fairly often in one of the two rooms, and have grown to really love worshipping with these precious teens and preteens.   I remember how forming those years were for me in regards to my relationship with the Lord and my desire to, and understanding of worship.

 Watching them grow in their faith, and encouraging them in their walk with the Lord has been a joy.     Every Sunday I pray for the Lord to download something into my heart that will reach these kids.    Life and culture are different then they were when I was their age, but that doesn't change our Father or how He works.      And every Sunday I pray that the things that are said, prayed, or shared will sink beyond the momentary participation and stick in the hearts and minds of he hearer.     The past 2 Sundays the Lord put the same thing on my heart.    Something that in some ways I think He downloaded more for me then for them.   But it is still resonating with me now as I type this.     About 6 or 7 years ago, my brother, who I have always been close to, who grew up in the same household, going to the same church, having many of the same friends, confessed to me, that he no longer believed in God.   My brother has always had strong opinions and has always been a bit stubborn, but even with him majoring in philosophy and theology in college, I didn't see this coming.

My heart was broken and continues to break for him as I pray daily that the Lord would draw him back, like the prodigal son.  That his heart would be softened to the truth and that he would realize the lies he has been believing are nothing but the enemy.

But as I thought about this, on this Sunday morning preparing for church, I heard the Lord say "What he (My brother) chooses not to believe, does not change the who I am.  It does not change the Truth".      And I was reminded in that moment, that the magnitude of the majesty of our creator and King, is neither affected by or altered by what we choose to believe or not believe about Him.  That our opinions don't change His power.  He is the same yesterday, today, and forever more.    And our thoughts about Him do not change who He is....they change who we are.     We have the choice to encounter Him, and learn more about Him, not because He owes us an explanation, or is affected by our opinions of Him, but because He wants us to know Him, He wants us to experience His love, His goodness, His kindness, His fullness of life.   

I was reminded this past week of the story of Moses from Exodus 33.   The Bible tells us that Moses would meet with God in a tent and the Lord would speak to him, face to face as to a friend.   And while in the tent of meeting, Moses would plead on behalf of the Israelites.   Asking the Lord not to leave them or send them away without His presence.    The Lord responds in verse 17 saying "I will do the very thing you have asked, because I am pleased with you and I know you by name".    They had an intimate, relationship.   The Lord honored Moses's request for an entire people because of their relationship.   Because of Moses's faithfulness and heart to serve and honor Him.     And then the Lord showed him His glory.   

Here is the thing.....we no longer have to rely on someone to plead for us, to meet with the Lord on our behalf.   To communicate with the Lord and then tell us what to do or how to obey.   We no longer have to encounter the Lord vicariously through someone else.   The veil has been torn.  Jesus has come and made a way for us to be with our Father.   We have direct access to His presence and to have an encounter with Him just like Moses did.    We can seek His face, we can know His heart, we can meet with Him at any place and time.      A huge part of the act of worship is taking the time to do just that.   To spend time in His presence, experiencing an encounter with the Living God, to see His glory, and hear His voice.    And lift up His name.   And I believe that the heavens move when we spend that kind of time with our King.   Intentional, "Tent of Meeting" kind of time.  And maybe what our country needs right now more than anything, is for the children of God, to spend more time encountering Him.  More time in His presence, getting to know Him more intimately and seeking His glory above all else.    That He would say of us, "I will do the very thing you have asked, because I am pleased with you and I know you by name".

The Savior's Manger

Last year around this time, I wrote about how amazing I find it that Jesus came down from heaven to be born as a baby.     How absolutely unfathomable it is to me, that the King of the universe CHOSE, not to just come down and live as a human among us, spend His life serving those who hated Him, and die a horrible death to save us, but that He came as an unborn child.   It literally blows my mind to think of Jesus, the Son of God, choosing to be carried for 9 months in a womb, born, and have to grow from a baby into a man, diaper changes and runny noses and everything.   It has given me a whole new perspective on the depth and enormity of His sacrifice.    But then this year as I thought about all of this again, I starting thinking about Mary.    Maybe it's because I am 18 weeks pregnant myself, but I cannot even imagine what it must have been like for her.     Young, scared, pregnant with the Son of God (talk about crazy!) and having to travel, in labor, on a donkey.   I think it can be really easy to read the stories in scripture, and without meaning to, romanticize them a bit.  The way we might an old memory where we forget all of the unpleasantness and only think about the good moments.    But just think about this for a moment.   Really think about it.   You’re a teenager, no parents or relatives anywhere near, traveling with your husband, sitting on a donkey in excruciating pain...no drugs, knowing that you would soon be giving birth to the child you were told was the Son of God, scared half to death.   You arrive at our destination only to be told that you can't even have a regular bed, in a regular room, with bedding and walls, and privacy.....so you have to give birth, with no assistance, in a barn, sitting on hay and who knows what else, surrounded by smelly, loud, dirty creatures, and all of their filth, no soap, no nurses, no blankets or sheets, or anything to even cut the umbilical cord with.    And while I would like to think that maybe God gave her some extra grace considering the circumstances, He really didn't roll out the red carpet for Jesus's entrance at all.    And this is what amazes me about our Savior.     As if His life and death and resurrection weren’t enough.     He came as an unborn child.   To be born in quite possible the worst circumstances a pregnant woman could possibly dream up for giving birth in, and spent the first few hours of His life, surrounded by animals, and smells, in the most unglamorous environment.     God could have provided a room, He could have given His son a little more flash and cleanliness, He could have poured out His provision and made every accommodation to make sure His son had everything He needed from the moment He was born for His comfort and happiness.   Instead, He allowed the humblest beginning.    As I to indicate from the start, the course of His life lived in humility.   This Christmas, I will worship Him with a little more gratitude than normal.   Because while I look at my nativity as a charming addition to my piano decorations, the truth is....it was the humble beginning of a humble King, who came to serve and love and give His life.   And didn't even for a moment, even before He took His first breath as a newborn, stray from the humble heart He came to show the world.     My what a King we serve.   I am so thankful this season for my Savior.

We are God's Poetry

Hey everyone!   Man has it been a while since I sat down to write.   Funny how life does that…. You blink and a month goes by. 

Recently I had the privilege of being a part of the worship team for the Women’s retreat that my church held, at a State Park in Alabama.   We drove down on Friday and honestly, I had no idea what to expect.   I know that sounds a little silly to say out loud, but I have never been on a women’s retreat before and while I was thrilled to go, and I knew that the speakers (all friends of mine) would be awesome, I was honestly a little intimidated.      Man, oh man did the Lord show up!    It was a weekend filled with incredible fellowship and wonderful times of worship.    But the part that stuck out to me the most…. the part I am still chewing on, was the story God told through the speakers.   I thought I would share a few of the highlights of what was shared, and a few of my thoughts, as I process everything the Lord did on this weekend.

 They each shared in the theme of Poetry with a focus on Ephesians 2:10” For We are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”

That word Workmanship, (also translated Masterpiece or Handiwork) comes from the word Poiema, which means a Masters Piece of Work.  We are literally Gods Master Pieces.   Each one of us.   He is the author and we are His poems.    Not an accident or unintentional story.   A beautiful piece of art that is being penned by the creator of the universe.    One of my favorite quotes from this past weekend was this “The Presence of the Poem, proves the existence of the poet”.     It is indeed the poet that gives a poem value, not the poem itself.  

A few of the ways that the enemy tries to attack our story is by minimizing it, threatening it, isolating it, and tempting us to compare it to others.    But we are God’s unique creation, each of us.   Called to tell our own story, make our God known, and lift others up who may also struggle through the sharing of what God has done.

When we find ourselves struggling to believe in our value, it is most likely due to things we are hanging onto in our lives that are not of Him.    Things like Jealously, Offenses, Unforgiveness, Comparison, and Bitterness.    But Ephesians 1:3 tells us that we have been blessed in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ.   Which means that we don’t have to fight for power, strive for strength, or find courage within ourselves to walk in the fullness of who we are created to be.    God has already given us the power, so if we are lacking, it is not Him... it’s us.   We are choosing not to walk in the fullness of the power of the Holy Spirit.  We are choosing to try and write our own story.    And the only territory the enemy has is what we give him.    Which means we need to take that territory back.   Refuse to fall into His lies.   Trust and Believe that we are more than conquerors in Christ and walk in that victory, letting God remain the author of our lives.  

So, what are some of the areas where we have allowed the enemy access or power in our lives that maybe we don’t even realize, because after so long it has just become our “normal”.   Maybe we think of it as “who we are” when God is telling you “This is not a part of the poem I am writing”.

He has good works planned for us, just like Ephesians tells us.   So maybe it’s time to take a look at those places where the enemy has convinced us that this is the story we are stuck with, and start allowing the Lord to write His story over us.   It may not look the way we planned, or dreamed it to look, but the story, the poem of the King is the beautiful story of repentance, healing, authority, boldness, forgiveness, love, joy, peace, hope…. this is the story I want for my life.    

One of the things I was left with this weekend was the idea that sometimes to get back to His story and out of the one we are trying to write for ourselves, is to pray over what good work the Lord may be calling you to as an act of obedience.   It doesn’t need to be a huge grandiose work.   It doesn’t even need to be public…. just something the Lord is saying “This is what I need you to do for right now”.    Maybe in preparation for something more, maybe just as way to clear out some for the junk.  Maybe it’s something as small as committing to wash the dishes every day because your spouse hates doing it and it would bless your marriage to take that job on, or committing to that quiet time you always say you will take but seldom do.   For me it was something rather simple, but actually rather difficult for me.   And to many of you this will sound silly but I know that the Lord has called me to this as my good work.  What His full purpose is for this in my story I may never know.     I lead worship often at my church for different events.   This means that almost daily I am working on new songs, spending time in worship on my own, and going over the songs I plan to do at the next event.   I have a keyboard, and now we also have a piano in the living room.     But since the piano has arrived, I rarely play it when anyone else is home because I am terribly self-conscious worshipping in front of my family.    It’s 100% the enemy and I know that.    They don’t care, and even if they did it shouldn’t matter to me at all.    But this has been a struggle for me for many years, so I generally hide away in my room to worship/prepare/write.   It has become clear to me that this is my way of hiding a vulnerable place in me, from those who I trust the most.   The Lord called me out this weekend, that my Good Work, is to start playing on the piano no matter who is home.   That I am to walk in boldness as a worshipper in this way.    It truly challenges me, to worship without distraction or concern for what others are thinking and it will be an act of obedience.   I imagine after a while I won’t think about it anymore….and maybe it will be just the thing my family needs.   But it is a challenge none the less.   I was sure to tell my husband as I wanted to voice my commitment so that I could not back out of it.  

 I want to encourage you to pray over what good work the Lord may have for you.   The enemy wants to silence our voices.   To make us ineffective for the kingdom.   Whether by fear, or by keeping us occupied, or distracted.   Maybe by telling us we have nothing to say of any value.   But the Lord has something to say through each of us.   We are His poems and we are His beautiful handiwork.   It’s time to take back our story and hand it over to the author and finisher of our faith.