ANOINTED to be mom

I was leading worship one Sunday and we, our whole church, felt the Holy Spirit so strongly. God did some big things in peoples lives and poured out his love on our worship team.

When we finished, I high fived my team and whispered “thanks” to Jesus for his anointing as I stepped off the stage.

That’s when I heard him whisper back.

“You know I can anoint you like that for motherhood.”

The words hung in my mind. I didn’t even answer back. I just sat their listening to my husband speak with a stunned brain, struggling to comprehend what this could mean.

“Now, it is God himself who has anointed us. And he is constantly strengthening both you and us in union with Christ.” 2 Corinthians 1:21

That word “anointed”, from the Strongs concordance, means “enduing Christians with gifts from the Holy Spirit”. 

I’ve felt that “enduing” before. There are special times where we are suddenly given a gift of the Holy Spirit and it’s alive and active within us. Sometimes you can operate in these gifts at the drop of a hat, other times they flow unexpectedly. That’s how I find it when I lead worship. I expect God to show up and help me, but how he does it, how he anoints me, the gifts he suddenly gives me, could be different. One day I might prophecy, or have a word of knowledge or discernment. (You can read about the gifts of the Holy Spirit in 1 Corinthians 12)

It honestly feels weird trying to find words for anointing because it just is what is for me. I feel the Holy Spirit and he moves through me. I ask him to come and not let me do this thing on my own, and he shows up, plain and simple.

But for some reason the idea of this happening on a day to day basis, in a tangible way, with my children, seemed so foreign to me.

But that’s what he was saying. The same way I feel him and the same way I experience him when I’m ministering through speaking or leading worship, he can flow through me and anoint me for motherhood.

This changed a few perspectives in how I have viewed motherhood.

First, God wants to show up in my day to day, moment to moment with my kids and change my view of a daily grind to holy ground (as Sarah McKenzie says in her book “Teaching From Rest”).

In the same way he wants to show up in our church services and see people commit their lives to Jesus, and be transformed by his power and find and feel his presence, in that same powerful way, he wants to show up in my home as I raise, and ultimately minister to, my children.

I will answer your cry for help every time you pray,
and you will find and feel my presence
even in your time of pressure and trouble.
I will be your glorious hero and give you a feast. 


Psalm 91:15


K, let’s be real. Pressure and trouble? Those words can sum up a good many of my days with my kids, but God has said we can find AND feel his presence in the middle of it all. 

 

Second realization: I’m not expected to do this alone. Mom’s are notorious for being the self sacrificing, lay-it-all-down, martyr lingo talking, “it’s my way or the highway” tough girls. But this is not God’s way. In fact I’m encouraged to NOT do it alone.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart;
do not depend on your own understanding.
Seek his will in all you do,
and he will show you which path to take.
Don’t be impressed with your own wisdom.
Instead, fear the Lord and turn away from evil.

Proverbs 3:5-7

 

In the context of leading worship or speaking, I often feel like I don’t have what it takes and at the end of myself, in my weakness, God shows up the strongest. It’s the same with my mothering, when I pause and acknowledge that the situation is so beyond me, suddenly the Holy Spirit takes over and his strength is made perfect in my weakness.

But he answered me, “My grace is always more than enough for you, and my power finds its full expression through your weakness.” So I will celebrate my weaknesses, for when I’m weak I sense more deeply the mighty power of Christ living in me. So I’m not defeated by my weakness, but delighted! For when I feel my weakness and endure mistreatment—when I’m surrounded with troubles on every side and face persecution because of my love for Christ—I am made yet stronger. For my weakness becomes a portal to God’s power.

2 Corinthians 12:9-10 TPT

I realize I’m using the analogy of church a lot in this post and not everyone can relate to it, but this has been such a massive revelation to me personally that I have to share it for those who may understand.

When things aren’t going well in my leadership, say of worship, what do I do? I lean in to the Holy Spirit. I ask for direction. I humble myself. I acknowledge my need for him to break through. I seek his presence. I ask for his anointing – his power to flow through me and to do what only he can do!

Yes, God is more than ready to overwhelm you with every form of grace, so that you will have more than enough of everything – every moment and in every way. He will make you overflow with abundance in every good thing you do.

2 Corinthians 9:8 TPT

In a church setting we say it all the time: Wow, that person is so anointed.

What does that mean? They are talented? They have natural giftings? No, when we say that, something in our spirit is resonating with the gifts and power of the Holy Spirit that is flowing through that person and we can tell it’s so far beyond them. What is happening is not a manifestation of their own hard work, but of the grace of God flowing through them.

That is what God is saying about our mothering. He wants to anoint us for the task. He wants us to look back on a situation and see that his hands were all over it and that his power was flowing through us and supernatural wisdom and discernment was at work. He wants to stop us in our tracks and overwhelm us with grace for the moment.

I am called and commissioned to this great task. He is ready to overwhelm me with the grace that I need, every moment and in every way.

The Lord has been drumming it into me over the last number of months: Monica, stop and ask for my anointing.

A while ago I had a child freaking out in their bedroom, breaking stuff and trying to hurt me. I was beside myself trying to figure out what on earth to do. Suddenly I stopped and cried out in a whisper of anguish mixed with anger: I need this anointing you’re talking about.

As if to prove what he was saying I had supernatural discernment as to what the root of the problem was. Then with supernatural wisdom I knew the steps to walk out. And, only by way of the Holy Spirit, I handled is calmly.

I don’t remember to stop often enough. I’m still on my journey. How the phrase rings in my ears: anointed to be mom. IMG_5357

I see a picture in my mind of moms standing before the King of Kings, Jesus, and he is pouring the oil over us, as it ran over the priests of old. The anointing resting thick and heavy. The Holy Spirit making us ready for the task at hand. An anointing to be mom.

I see myself standing in the circle with my worship team, hands held out, asking the Lord to anoint us for the service. And in a flash I see myself standing my kitchen, or in my black armchair where I talk with God every morning, hands held out, asking for fresh anointing for this day.

For too long, I have not realized the power of my job. Of raising arrows. I know I’m just scratching the surface, but I am desperately pursuing a full revelation of what it means to walk daily in the powerful anointing of the Holy Spirit as mom.

Children are a heritage from the Lord,
    offspring a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
    are children born in one’s youth.

Psalm 127:3-4

I know this is a game changer. I know that this realization that God wants to walk with me every single step is going to change the future for my children, and my children’s children, and my children’s, children’s, children. I am no longer a mom, stumbling along trying to figure out what to do. I am a warrior who raises warriors for the King of the universe and who has access to all the anointing, power and authority that is mine in Christ Jesus.

And now, because we are united to Christ, we both have equal and direct access in the realm of the Holy Spirit to come before the Father!

Ephesians 2:18

This can be yours too. Stop. Breathe. Hold out your hands. He’s closer than you think.

Ask him. Right here. Say: Father, anoint me to do this holy work. This job of raising your kids. Shaping these arrows. It’s so much harder than I could have imagined. I can’t do it. But by your Spirit I know I can. My weakness becomes a portal for your power to flow through me. Thank you that you want to help me and you’ve been just waiting for me to ask.

I’m breathing this prayer with you too. I don’t know what all this means yet, but I know one thing: I’m anointed to be mom.

In His grace,

Monica

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Stop rushing the crushing.

We’re at a year since we received the phone call asking if we would come and adopt a baby at birth from a young woman who believed she could not care for the baby herself, for a plethora of very serious and real reasons that I won’t disclose on my blog.

One. Year.

I don’t know how that much time has passed since we began that journey.

I remember everything about that day. I rushed home from the store, that I no longer own, to my family who was working on a truck that we no longer have, and told them about a baby that never did come home with us.

Nothing was as it seemed. Nothing is the same.

We stopped right there and prayed as a family in our garage. We heard an overwhelming yes resound in each of our five hearts.

For the next 6 weeks all we did was prepare for baby and worked and prayed to have the large amount of money we suddenly needed to do this. IMG_7951 (1)

Many of you, our friends, donated Aeroplan miles that you worked years to accumulate in order to help us get our flights. I have cried so many tears over the trips you wouldn’t get to go on after I came home empty armed.

I have heard some harsh comments like “Well, you should never get attached until it’s final”, to the most compassionate words, like from the stranger in the Toronto airport who grieved with me in a Starbucks line up.

And oh, how I hoped the Lord would rescue my broken heart. We tried to start the foster care journey soon after, but we were encouraged by the person who did our interview to wait until some more healing from the loss had occurred. Even they could see our gaping wounds.

We received more calls from moms wanting us to come and adopt their baby at birth for their own plethora of serious reasons, and promise through tears that they wouldn’t back out if we came, and we had to say no because we had nothing left from the first try.

And my heart broke deeper. The paradox of so many babies needing to be adopted and we just happened to invest in the one who didn’t need us was overwhelming.

It was one of the most devastating seasons of my life, and yet God remained true to his words in Psalm 34:18:

“The Lord is close to all whose hearts are crushed by pain.”

In the closeness, deeper healing came. At home, in the dead of winter, on a particularly hard day, the Lord asked if I saw our story as a failure or a success. IMG_1008

I said failure.

He said success.

It caught me off guard. Why was it a success, Lord?

He said,

Because of your yes, five things happened:

  1. A  beautiful, perfect baby girl was saved from being aborted.
  2. Another girl decided not to abort her baby and began seeking out a family.
  3. Your choice to love this baby that was not your own gave the mom the strength and courage she thought she didn’t have.
  4. You realized you are called to be a mom and fully able to bond with a baby that is not you did not birth.
  5. In the midst of their serious and real difficulties, they have a godly couple who prays for them regularly.

I was stunned and wrote it all down as quickly as I could. We succeeded.

That’s the amazing part about God, he doesn’t fail. Even when it looks like the plan has fallen apart, he can take the situation and produce a person who has been transformed by difficulty and is stronger against the enemy than ever before!

For he alone is my safe place. His wrap-around presence always protects me as my champion defender. There’s no risk of failure with God! So why would I let worry paralyze me, even when troubles multiply around me?

Psalm 62:6

Because I was crushed by pain, a few more things happened.

  1. I recommitted to being the best mom I could be for the three God entrusted to me and I got serious about my job “raising arrows”. I began praying strategically for them and actually seeking God for the anointing to mother the way he was asking me to.
  2. I dug my roots into Jesus. And he didn’t leave me hanging. He overwhelmed me with his love and exploded His revelation over my life.
  3. I have been able to walk through other painful situations with confidence that when it doesn’t make sense, I know he’s writing a beautiful story.
  4. I am currently smashing boxes that I have put God in and removing the limitations that I have placed on certain areas because for the first time I really do believe that HIS plan, is the best plan. ,
  5. I have laid down all my timelines. Every. Single. One. You know what? I was proud that I was going to have had three kids and adopted one before I turned 30. God needed to remove that pride out of my life. This life is not a race. It is a long journey with a daily choice to say yes to God, or no. And there is no age when I stop saying yes. So timelines, you can go! God has my yes everyday until I die! IMG_8420

The other morning Andrew and I sat talking with hushed voices in the living room trying not to wake the kids. We were discussing housing in our next season. We admitted that we don’t know what it’s going to look like financially for us moving from a lower cost market and trying to get into a higher cost one.

My husband looked at me with absolute confidence and said:

I believe God has something good for us, but even if it’s really hard and we can’t afford much right away, I know, because of everything we walked through with the adoption, that he will be shaping something deep within us that can never be stolen.

Cue all the tears from this proud wife. 

I think we are starting to experience, just a tiny bit, what James is talking about when he writes:

My fellow believers, when it seems as though you are facing nothing but difficulties see it as an invaluable opportunity to experience the greatest joy that you can! For you know that when your faith is tested it stirs up power within you to endure all things. And then as your endurance grows even stronger it will release perfection into every part of your being until there is nothing missing and nothing lacking.

James 1:2-3

If you are in a place of crushing, don’t rush through it. Don’t opt for the quick fix. This is one time you want to take the long way. Allow God to work deep in your heart and you will come out the other side and not even recognize who you are.

Almost every single desire in my heart is different than it was a year ago today. My priorities are different. My faith is stronger. My marriage is better. My kids are more compassionate. We couldn’t see those things forming in the moment, but suddenly we can see it. And it’s because of heart ache. Because of sorrow. Because of a deep crushing in my life. Because of incredible difficulties, some I’ve shared, some I haven’t.

If giving your yes to God ends up in something that looks like a failed mess, don’t file it away as such. Ask God how he sees it. You just might be surprised at what a radical success it was in his eyes.IMG_2185

If you are facing a season of great difficulty, I hope and pray that the tide changes and your circumstances improve quickly. But more than anything, I pray that God would finish the deep work he’s started in you. That you would wake up one day and suddenly see how the pressure and challenge has transformed you into a warrior with the power to endure!

I pray you would see a great harvest of joy and salvation from every tear you’ve cried and every step you’ve continued making because you didn’t give up. (Galatians 6:9, Psalm 126:5)

Trust me, you can trust him. He is that good.

Love,

Monica

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Because you can’t write a book about saying a brave yes, and then not have to say one!

I think sometimes God tests the words I say, just to really make sure I believe them. It was almost no surprise to me that we were led into making one of the biggest decisions of our lives on the day the first five hundred copies of my book, A Brave Yes, arrived at our door.

Yesterday we told our church that we are resigning and moving to Aylmer, Ontario this fall to continue on in the next phase of what God has for us in our ministry.IMG_5037

This has been so difficult. We absolutely have loved our time in Kipling. We brought our youngest home from the hospital here and it’s the only place we’ve known as a family of five. Andrew and I received our ordination in this church, we stepped out and tried so many new things, our family has been close by, we’ve made dear friends that we do life with and have felt the Holy Spirit moving more than ever. It’s been so good.

And at the same time, this has been so simple because when God calls, you answer. That’s what a brave yes is. It’s a predetermined commitment to say yes to God, every single day, no matter what he asks. 

Hard, but simple.

I remember as a teenager wrestling with what the call of God was on my life. I knew he had big things and I wondered if I was called to missions overseas. Over and over he clearly confirmed a call to the nation of Canada. Last summer while we were in Nunavut, I felt that call expand across imaginary borders I had placed around what that could look like. Canada is on the heart of God, and he will move his people were he needs to in order to get his message of love, hope and grace out from sea to sea.

And at the same time this little church on the prairies has my heart, and I know that God is not done, he is simply just beginning with them. And though we won’t be here with them, we know greater things are yet to come. Every word spoken over that group of believers will come to pass. The Lord will finish what HE started.

I feel the Holy Spirit reminding me of the words that Caleb and Joshua spoke when the twelve spies came back from scoping out the land that God had promised them. The others only saw the giants and the impossibilities but Caleb and Joshua said with great faith:

 “The land we traveled through and explored is a wonderful land! And if the Lord is pleased with us, he will bring us safely into that land and give it to us. It is a rich land flowing with milk and honey.  (Numbers 14:7 – 8, NLT)

I believe this next season is going to be wonderful, and as the NIV says, it will be “exceedingly good”. Not just for our family, but for the church we leave behind, for the church we get to embrace and for whatever YES you are saying right now.

I have so much more to share about this journey, how my kids are processing it, the wonderful people we will get to work alongside and what we are believing for, and I will in the future, but I think that’s all for now.

Just know this: I’m right here on this brave yes journey with you. My heart feels raw today and we’re holding on to all the biblical promises I wrote about in my book that when we say yes, God does the rest. He is writing a beautiful story. We can trust God.

Love,

Monica

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A Brave Yes is AVAILABLE!

I have neglected my poor website and fell into just posting on my social media pages! In case you missed it, my book is OUT! You can buy your own copy of A BRAVE YES for $12, or $16.10 in total if you want it shipped anywhere in Canada! You can email abraveyes@gmail.com to order yours!

A Brave Yes photoI have been so encouraged by the notes and messages I’ve received so far about how the book is impacting lives. Keep sharing your thoughts and feedback! It means SO much to me!

 

Love,

Monica

Pick your hard.

Obedience is hard. Taking that first step out in response to the Lord’s voice in your life is scary.

On the flip side, regret is hard. Wondering what would have happened if you would have just given God your yes is really hard.

Having a clean house is a lot of hard work. Especially with little ones. Dealing with anxiety from too much mess, also hard (I can sometimes fly between these two extremes on the daily!).

Forgiving someone who hurt you is hard. Painful. Difficult. Not forgiving them is crippling to your own soul.

Life is hard. Pick the hard that matters for eternity. Almost every choice in life that matters at all results in actions that take either or all of your grit, guts and courage.

Your hard thing might be different from my hard, but we all have them. Don’t run from hard choices or decisions that lead to hard work. Anything worth fighting for or doing well will require your whole heart.

But here’s the kicker: you can pick a hard that partners with the Lord will and releases grace and favour over your life. Or you can go your own way, and deal with the consequences of your stubborn heart.

Jesus says that His yoke is easy and his burden is light. He is the God who can make a way when there is no way. He looks at our situation that is drowning in a sea of bad decisions and can create a highway of dry land straight into a place of blessing in the land of obedience.

I’ve had countless number of people say to me: Isn’t homeschooling hard? IMG_1705

Yes. It is.

But so was running a business when God asked me to.

So was getting everybody up, dressed, out the door, fed and adequately loved on top of doing everything else.

So was writing a book in the early hours of the morning.

But during that season, God’s blessing was there. He had our yes and we had his strength.

I feel an urgency to say to you who are making some big decisions: don’t run from the hard.

You are being tested to give your yes when you don’t yet feel the grace for it. God wants your yes and then he provides the rest.

When I said yes to homeschooling my kids I did it with big tears and trembling hands. I didn’t feel equipped or anointed for it. But I said yes, because He knew best. Full stop. End of story. And then his power came. And then his courage fell. And then his strength infused. IMG_1993

Psalm 84:10 in the Message hit this home with me the other day.

One day spent in your house, this beautiful place of worship,
    beats thousands spent on Greek island beaches.
I’d rather scrub floors in the house of my God
    than be honored as a guest in the palace of sin.

I’d rather scrub floors and dwell in the blessing of God than be honoured with great position when it’s not my time or place. IMG_2052

Don’t run from hard. Your greatest victory, your deepest peace, strongest anointing and your wildest adventure waits on the other side of your great, big, surrendered, brave yes.

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I don’t need another goal this year, I just need more grace.

Can I be honest? I’m a little overwhelmed by all of the new years “stuff” that’s floating around right now.

It wasn’t too many years ago that I sat with my husband in our living room taking an online goal setting course just before the New Year (or maybe it was just after, I can’t quite remember.)

We set some big goals and we did some great things that year. There was definite synergy in our decision to pursue growth together. We made some wise investments and worked hard.

I love goal setting, I love productivity and I love crossing goals off my list almost more than anything.

But things feel a little different this year.

And while I felt that it might just be me, I also felt compelled to write to the one who is exhausted or perhaps even pushed to the brink of tears seeing every single new year, new goal, new life post this week.img_9912

Because here is the thing with where I’m at in my life right now: I don’t need one more thing to do. I don’t need one more thing to cram into my schedule. I don’t need another expectation on my shoulders. I need more grace.

I need more grace for myself.

I need more grace for others.

Don’t misunderstand me. I work out, I dream big and I have lots of things that I still want to accomplish with my life.

But I’m feeling tired. 

And you know what? Chances are you might be too.

I walk into so many places in life and you know what I see? Exhausted, worn out, run down people trying to keep up. And while some of the goals being tossed around might help you be more prioritized or perhaps your goal is to finally prioritize, I think an extra helping of grace would serve us all incredibly well.

Grace is unmerited favour. And it flows freely from God, but have you offered it to yourself from yourself?

I’ve been the queen of getting up inhumanely early to pound out projects. And for certain seasons that honestly was the only possible time I could do it. And when I have to hit a deadline I know it’s going to be an early morning over a late night. But I can’t do that all the time. When I started homeschooling I realized the last thing my kids need is a worn out mom by 2 p.m.

Here’s what I’m saying: It’s ok to be at peace with your season.

That’s my big “now I’m THIRTY” life revelation. I spent my twenties learning that it’s ok to look at your life and say “now is not the time.”

It’s ok to say, “that was then and this is now.” Life changes. Seasons change.

If this is your go time, then, girl, we are cheering you on! Keep inspiring us and don’t give up on giving your best yes to everything that God’s got for you!

But if you need a break, give yourself one. Pace yourself. You don’t have to do everything all at once. If God is asking you to choose rest, please don’t feel shame. I get it, I have felt the weight of guilt that came from recognizing I’m not actually Wonder Woman. I didn’t leave my house for days when we announced my shop was closing. The shame is real and it can be debilitating if we don’t acknowledge what’s happening.

In the long-term, everything will thank you for choosing rest.

If you still need something to run toward pick a focus area.

This year, I want a better marriage. Plain and simple. How am I getting there? Honestly, I don’t know. Last year I wanted a better relationship with my kids and I just became consciously aware of what the Holy Spirit was speaking to me and gave him my yes and he did a miracle. Right now, that’s my plan with my marriage. On January 1st we had an unexpected 24 hours together while my mom took our kids. All I could breathe out was: God, you’re good to make a way. And I know he will continue to as I surrender my will to him.

If there is one thing I hope you give yourself this year it’s not an unattainable work out schedule or a list of experiences to check off. It’s grace to be ok with the fact that we are constantly growing and the date of the year doesn’t suddenly increase the pressure to change faster.

Life is a process and God who began the good work in you is going to finish it. Whether its January or July. He’s got it. Listen to him. Give him your yes. Say no when He leads. Rest in his whispers. Resign from a committee. Eat a frozen pizza at least once a week (well, maybe cook it first!).

You are enough. You are brave to make the right choices. You are powerful to choose peace. You have the vision to see the best is yet to come.

Happy 2019. May this be the most peace-filled year yet.

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A BRAVE YES: Pre-Orders + Cover Reveal!

A Brave Yes Pre-Order Christmas GraphicI can’t believe this moment has come! Today I get to reveal my book cover to you!

To be honest, this was one of the most agonizing processes. It’s so hard finding the right look that represents you, your message and will get the attention of readers!

When I officially confirmed the cover, I text some of my family and said “I said yes to the cover (which was much harder than saying yes to the dress)!”

Honestly, way harder than naming a child, picking a wedding dress, or for me, even choosing a spouse 😂

I’m heavy in the editing stage with lots of changes to review and a tight timeline with Christmas and family wedding hot on my heels, so having my cover confirmed has been the boost I needed to get up and get working!

A Brave Yes is about my personal journey in learning to say yes to God, no matter what. It includes many stories and raw moments leading up to our grand opening at my shop, pivotal moments in my life (including some intense birth stories), and deals with the burn out I went through. It’s my heart dumped out on paper and drenched with the hope that’s been poured out over me.

Here’s some back story to my book being published.

After opening the store, I had a message burning in my heart about saying yes to God (obviously, a brave yes!). My sister, Nicole, felt it on her heart to pray that I would have the courage to write. I started waking up early in the morning to get my heart typed out. When I told her that, she said she had been praying that God would wake me up! Not so nice there, sister! 

But really, she was the push I needed, in the physical and the spiritual.

My sister Emma works at a church and received an email about the Women’s Journey of Faith Publishing Contest and sent it to me. The deadline was very close and I had only just started writing. My instinct was to throw it out of my head, but my husband felt deeply that it was a “kairos moment” (divine favour meeting divine opportunity). We prayed together and decided I would give it a try.

I worked really hard and finished my book a week before the deadline. I sent it in about a month before we got our initial call for adoption.

Sitting in our Air B-N-B in Nunavut, the evening before the baby was born, I received a call from Word Alive Press and they were letting me know I was a top finalist in the contest and I had a won a prize of credit toward publishing with them.

I was elated. Two dreams were going to come true within the matter of days. I would finally adopt a baby and have a book published. I could hardly wait to start writing the next one.

Then, well, you know the story. Things fell through with the baby. 

I decided I couldn’t publish the book. I had given God my yes and my heart had been broken. How could I encourage others to do the same? For what? To be left sick to their stomach’s, endlessly weeping and with all their renovation (or whatever else) money spent?

I had to give the publisher my answer soon after coming home. I ignored it for a bit. Then one morning I opened my computer and began reading.

I read and wept and read and wept. My story was healing my heart. This was not a story of saying yes and everything going smooth as can be. I forgot how deeply I had poured my heart into these pages.

By the end of the second day of reading I told Andrew I believed I still needed to publish (he had never changed in his feeling that I should).

“I don’t know if I went to all that work to write down my story just so that I’d have hope in the middle of this one, but I need to follow through on it.” I said.

The morning I was supposed to sign the publishing contract, a big piece was missing: the finances (anyone else seem to have the roadblock a lot? ha!). 

A few hours later we opened an envelope from a couple with the exact amount of money for the down payment on my book. They didn’t know us well, what our need was, or our timeline.

Andrew and I looked at each other, knowing this was a final confirmation to step out because God would be with us.

What a journey this faith life is. Full of ups and downs, joys and heartaches. We don’t see the big picture. God is redeeming and working all the time. For our good, and his glory.

Are you ready to see the cover? Here it is:

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I LOVE the fog in this picture. It completely encapsulates how I feel when I step out with my brave yes every single time. I can see the vague beauty of what God could do, but truthfully have no idea what will happen!

I hope and pray that lives will be transformed through the message in this book. That where you’ve felt stuck you will feel released. Where you’ve felt discouraged, you will find hope. Where you’ve given up on God, you’ll see his power at work again.

I turn the big 3 – 0 at the end of this month and I’d love to see thirty pre-orders between now and the end of December. Right now I’m offering a special price of $15 for the book AND a discounted $10 shipping!

If you choose to pre-order this book as a Christmas gift, I will email you a printable that you can put in a card or in a stocking, letting the recipient know that early 2019 will be bringing them a new book!

ALSO: If you live in Saskatchewan there is a good chance I can get your book to you WITHOUT shipping! So feel free to just pay without shipping and then if we can’t get it figured out to have it delivered to you, we can ship it. There’s time to figure that out! 

All you have to do is e-transfer to abraveyes@gmail.com, message the password via email or Facebook message to my page and I will get in touch with you for your mailing address (if shipping is necessary), a receipt and a printable (if it’s for a gift).

So plain and simple:

Option 1:

E-transfer $15, pick up or we will get it dropped off when book arrives.

Option 2:

E-transfer $25, book will be shipped when it arrives.

I want to thank you in advance for ordering your copy through me personally. Word Alive Press has it set up that if I can sell my “author copies” myself, it funds a majority of the publishing process. It’s a huge help to me and my family when you order them from me directly!

Thank you for walking this journey with me! I’ve felt incredibly loved and supported by you all!

Many blessings on your Christmas season,

Monica

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