“Resolve to perform what you ought; perform without fail what you resolve.” – Benjamin Franklin

Just four months ago, hundreds of thousands of people proclaimed their annual new year’s resolutions. Some stood determined to lose that extra weight. The double-chin. The flabby arms. The love handles.
Others vowed to hit the gym every day and to stay in shape. Visions of treadmills and stationary bicycles danced in their heads.
Some just desired to be more organized. Tired of being affectionately known as the family “pack rat.”
Four months ago. 126 days.

Unfortunately, the majority of those potentially life-changing resolutions are now but a memory to some. Making a new year’s resolution became nothing more than a tradition. Something expected of us, but inconsequential if broken.

Paul wrote in Romans 7:15: “…for what I would, that I do not; but what I hate, that I do.” (KJV)
I like the way The Message words it by saying, ” What I don’t understand about myself is that I decide one way, but then I act another, doing things I absolutely despise.”
So many times I have heard others reference this passage, not necessarily to make sin exusable, but to defend their weakness or maybe lighten their responsibility to lead an overcoming life.
If they would simply continue in their reading to Chapter 8, they would find in verse 9 that we “are not in the flesh, but in the Spirit, if so be that the Spirit of God dwell in you.”

One cannot simply cling to the fleshly weakness of Chapter 7 and claim to be of the Spirit described in Chapter 8.

Society has made it so excusable to be wishy-washy. “Promises are made to be broken…” or at least that’s what we’re told. It’s perfectly acceptable to be as vague as possible so as not to ruffle anyone’s feathers. We have to be politically correct, you know. (sarcasm intended.)

Joshua 24:15 says, “Choose you this day whom ye will serve.”

Jesus said in Luke 16:13, “No [one] can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other.”

Who or what are you serving? What direction are you headed?
What have you resolved to do?

This is not a time for cowards. Nor is it a time for fence riders.
We must resolve to do that which is good and right, and then do it.

Resolve to have resolve.



the start.

I’ve always enjoyed pretending to be a writer.  Faking my way through blog posts.  Trying to find “my niche.”

This time, it’s different.

After thirty plus years of forcing myself into a preconceived idea of who and what I am supposed to be, I give up.  The fascinating thing is giving up is exactly what I was supposed to do in the first place.  (I can be so stubborn sometimes).

I am Amber.  I am not typical.  I am not cookie-cutter.  If you have ideas of what “good Christian women” are, don’t count me in that crowd.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  I am trying to be good.  I am striving to be Christian.  I am certainly a woman.  But, I am most definitely an original.  (Thanks, Mom).

I feel that you need to know this ahead of time.  I need you to know what you’re getting yourself into.

For instance, I am not fashion-driven.  I do not like pink.  T-shirts are the absolute best clothing item ever.  I don’t have much interest in Kate Spade, Coach or Jimmy Choos.  I prefer Wonder Woman, backpacks and Converse.  I don’t watch hair tutorials on YouTube.  I watch videos of wild-eyed drummers with hands of lightning.

I don’t have a shy bone in my body.  I never meet a stranger.  I am quick-witted and sarcastic.  I use the word “dude” way too much.  I have OCD and ADHD…and I’m rocking it.  I love all sports and unabashedly support my teams.  I am also an olympic coffee-drinker and sushi enthusiast.

All of this is me…and I like who I’ve become.

Years ago, I had convinced myself that I could not be of worth to God because I didn’t quite fit the mold.  I knew He loved me, but I was way too different from all of these other women to be used in His kingdom.  “Women in ministry don’t play the drums, Amber.”  “Women in ministry aren’t loud and sarcastic.  And they certainly don’t wear Converse and t-shirts.”

Well, thankfully God doesn’t see those things as obstacles, but instead sees them as opportunities.  That’s why I’m here — to help others see that we have enough of what I call the “usual white bread.”  Time for some Wonder Bread to hit the shelves. 🙂

So, join me.