Showing posts from September, 2017

Building A Firm Foundation

But someone will say, “You have faith; I have deeds.”  Show me your faith without deeds, and I will show you my faith by my deeds. You believe that there is one God. Good! Even the demons believe that—and shudder.”  James 2:18-19 NIV This summer, I traveled to Valdosta, Georgia with my husband, two of my kids, and our church youth group to volunteer with Group Mission Trips.  We spent a week repairing homes in the community. We scraped paint, painted homes, and built porches. The work was far from easy.  It was unbearably hot and humid, and there were gnats everywhere. Many of the kids had never built a porch or painted the outside of a home before.  They worked in groups with other teenagers from all over the country.    We slept on air mattresses in classrooms at a middle school, and we ate cafeteria food for a week.  We not only gave up a week of our summer, but we paid for the experience of work camp.   Many people wonder, why would you travel to a city where you don’t know anyone an…

Driftwood On The Sand

Over the past years, I have worked diligently to contain and control my pain. I’ve tried everything – therapy, prayer, mindfulness, exercise, and changing my diet. I’ve read numerous books, articles, blogs, and websites. I’ve tried not to talk about my deep sorrow, and I have talked about my sadness until I am tired of hearing my voice. I have listened to podcasts and asked for advice from others that have suffered. Yet, despite these efforts, I am not “better.” I do not feel healed. The scars and debris of my past still litter the landscape of my heart. There are days when anger simmers beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. Some mornings, the ache in my heart is so deep and painful that I can barely drag myself out of bed. There are nights when all I want to do is run away from everyone and fall into a deep sleep where my thoughts cannot find me. There are other nights when I toss and turn, wondering if daylight will ever come. The weariness and heaviness are ugly scars on my…

When Pregnancy Isn't Perfect

This post was originally featured at Kindred Mom

When I was pregnant with my first child, I was determined to have the best possible pregnancy.  As a type A perfectionist, I immediately read and studied all available information on pregnancy, childbirth, and motherhood.   I gave up caffeine, walked for exercise, and did everything within my power to ensure that I would have a healthy baby.  

When I was just 24 weeks pregnant, I was in a small town arguing in my first jury trial.  The final morning of the trial, I woke up and knew something was terribly wrong.  I immediately realized that the bed was wet, and I knew that I was either bleeding or that my water had broken.  As I stumbled out of bed to go to the bathroom, liquid poured down my legs.  When I turned on the light in the bathroom, I nearly fainted from the shock – blood streamed down my legs and covered the floor.

I was transported to a small, rural, community hospital where I waited, terrified and alone, for my husband and pa…

From Owe To Awe

September 19, 2017by Beth Mabe Gianopulos Category: Devotion “Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!” 2 Corinthians 9:15 NIV A few weeks ago, I had one of those mornings.  From the moment my alarm clock buzzed, I knew that it was going to be a bad day.  I had tossed and turned all night because I was stressed about how to handle an issue at work.  When my alarm went off, I hit snooze a few too many times.   When I finally jumped out of bed, I realized that my three kids were also not ready.  Because we were already behind schedule, I started yelling for everyone to hurry.  I rushed into the kitchen to grab a coffee, but in my rush, I spilled coffee all over my shirt.  I had to run back to my room to change clothes. When we got into the car, I told the kids that we were going to be late.  As we drove to school, I looked down at my legs and realized that I had on a black skirt, navy blue tights and black shoes. I looked like a mismatched rainbow, and I had a presentation to give that mo…

Two Become One

September 6, 2017by Beth Mabe Gianopulos Category: Devotion “Husbands, go all out in your love for your wives, exactly as Christ did for the church—a love marked by giving, not getting. Christ’s love makes the church whole. His words evoke her beauty. Everything he does and says is designed to bring the best out of her, dressing her in dazzling white silk, radiant with holiness. And that is how husbands ought to love their wives. They’re really doing themselves a favor—since they’re already “one” in marriage.”  Ephesians 5:25-28 MSG My husband and I will celebrate 20 years of marriage next year.  Because we dated a few years before we married, my husband and I have now been together more years of our lives than we were separate. Sometimes, that is hard to wrap my mind around.  For half of my life, I did not know my husband, and for the other half of my life, we have been together. You would think that after all these years, we would have this marriage thing figured out.  However, we are st…