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No longer a slave to my ball of glass

It’s with me.  Every day it is with me. It is my constant companion. Most days I can navigate through life just fine, without it getting in the way. Other days, I am crushed under the weight of it.

God gave me a clear image of what I look like carrying it around.

Like most reflective moments in my life, it started with a cup of coffee:

In the cool breeze of the morning I held my coffee cup, warm in my hands, and contemplated my day. The weight of the cup in my hand, like the weight of the world I too often carry on my shoulders.  That’s when the Lord revealed to me the fragile ball of glass I carry through life. There are days the ball of glass is but a marble that I can place in my pocket, and for a brief moment, almost forget it is there.  Yet, other days it feels more like a giant crystal globe, that if dropped would shatter into a million pieces.  It is on these days that I wonder if my friends, my husband, my children, my coworkers can see my cautious steps.glass-globe

This ball of glass has a name: FEAR.

My fear waxes and wanes like the moon, and like the moon, it is always there – revealing the things I try desperately to hide. After all, I am a person of faith and there is no room for fear in faith! Right?


I read about the disciples and I see evidence of marbles of fear rolling around in crashing waves and baskets of loaves and fish.

I know people love to quote how often scripture says not to fear, but for those of us who carry it around every day, this misplaced truth becomes crippling. Don’t misunderstand me. It is truth. Just misplaced. When you say “do not fear” to someone like me, I am looking for the off button! I walk away not feeling up to par because I can’t just kick fear to the curb!

I am learning how to push through it. Last year I took my first road trip without my family. A friend and I packed up and traveled to the SheSpeaks conference in North Carolina. This may not seem like a big deal to most, but I was overcoming my greatest fear: the car. I lost my mother in a car wreck when I was 14, and there is never a moment I am not aware of the awesome responsible of driving.

Once at SheSpeaks, I had to overcome my second greatest fear: the safety of my children. I fear leaving my children motherless. During worship on the first night we sang “No Longer Slaves.”  I timidly sang “I’m no longer a slave to fear” and a conversation with God began to take place.

“Who am I kidding Lord? I’m terrified!”

You are not a slave.

“I’m always afraid Lord! What is wrong with me?”

You are not a slave.

“Lord…How do I let go of this?”

You… are… not… a… SLAVE. Sweet child, you are not a slave to it. Yes, it is with you always, keeping you near to me, but you are not a SLAVE to it! It does NOT own you because I OWN you!

I began to weep. He was not concerned with the fact I was afraid. He was concerned with what I was going to do with it! I was not a slave to fear! If I was, I would have stayed home and never got in the car! This truth turned my timid song into a bold song.

In the new book Fear Fighting (awakening courage to OVERCOME your fears), Kelly Balariefear-fighting-by-kelly-balarie explains this shift in mindset as Chasing BRAVE!

“It is not so much that I don’t have to be struggling as it is just that I have to get after Jesus and bring Him INTO my struggle with me. Doing this-it is called chasing brave.”

– Kellly Balarie

That’s what I was doing at SheSpeaks – CHASING BRAVE.  That’s what I want to do every day!

Chase Brave!

One of my favorite features in Kelly Balarie’s book is found at the end of every chapter. There is a small section titled “Something to chew on.”  Kelly doesn’t just say to me as her reader “Don’t Fear!” She gives me practical and empowering guidance on how to become free from the bondage of fear.

I don’t expect to be fearless, but I do expect to fear less and less everyday by inviting Jesus into my struggle.

I can stare fear down and know I am NOT a slave to it! I am chasing brave and that small marble of glass in my pocket will one day be just a speck of sand. 

For more information on Fear Fighting, go to www.fearfightingbook.com or www.purposefulfaith.com.

Erica Pearson, ericalovesbooks@gmail.com




Coming Together for the Community Through Unity

Just about everything I need to know, I learned in kindergarten.

While this is true, I would like to add that most important theological truths I really needed to know I learned in the children’s songs I sang in Sunday school.

I can still vividly see my Sunday school teacher holding up a hand puppet with different color yarn on each finger. She would wiggle each finger as she sang:

color-puppetsJesus loves the little children
ALL the children of the world
Red and Yellow, Black and White
They are precious in his sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world!*

I remember how loved I felt. The warmth that engulfed me as the truth of God’s love entered my ears, traveled through my brain, and floated down to my heart where a lasting impression was made.

I grew up in a very small church in a rural town. The hard truth is, I was not surrounded by the very diversity I sang about. While I may have not been surrounded by diversity, I was taught to LOVE.

With our country seemingly becoming more divided, the Christian community should be working to point to the true source of the divide. It has been said, “this is not a race issue, it is a sin issue.”  From the beginning, sin has been the ultimate cause of every great divide.

When we focus on the true source of an issue, we will find a true solution.

We know the source… sin.

So, now what?

Phil Wilson, Lead Pastor at The Bridge Fellowship in Lebanon, TN, heard God loud and clear telling him to do something about that very question. When you’re listening, the Holy Spirit will usually lay it out for you. In this case, it was: If sin is dividing, then the answer is in uniting.

Knowing a triple-braided rope is not easily broken, Pastor Phil brought around 30 church leaders and staff members together. This was a group coming together that crosses denominational lines.

The idea?

He wanted to find a way to help community members of assorted local churches engage outside of church walls. He wanted to see interaction in the community, and that interaction lead to action. How do we help others reach across any barrier and come together for prayer with the end goal being unity? In most towns, neighborhoods, and cul-de-sacs, the problem of division is being talked about, but not acted on. In some parts of our nation, there is a boiling point where those who find themselves on opposite sides of an issue are separated and split by an event of violence, racism, or emotion.

The idea was to find a way to engage each other in the community to come together fortbf-oneinchrist prayer and unity.

The result so far has been that 16 churches have handed out bracelets for members to wear. If you see someone else in the community wearing the bracelet, they can be approached and  engaged to join in prayer.

bracelets-oneinchristWhat makes this unique? The bracelet consist of the colors red, yellow, black, and white fading into each other. The idea planted with Pastor Phil by the Spirit is taken from the children’s Bible song referred to above, “Jesus Loves the Little Children.” A hashtag has also been paired with the community campaign, #OneInChrist, which is also imprinted on the bracelet.

Community members wearing the bracelets have been seen in grocery stores, hardware stores, at schools, and gas stations. While it may not instantly solve the turmoil caused by division, it does start to break walls that divide us. According to Pastor Phil, the bracelet idea “allows one to seek out churches and Christ-followers, regardless of race or denomination, to connect and pray for the healing of our fractured communities and nation.” And as he further noted, “We are one chosen race. We are not defined by the skin color, zip code, or church we attend. Instead, we are defined by the saving, life-giving love of Jesus Christ.”

Other churches have jumped on board as well, promoting the idea to connect past the borders we all have in our heads. Providence Church in Mt. Juliet, Tennessee posted on their website:


Who knew a simple, rubber bracelet could bring about unity and conversation. Rather than building walls, it can build relationships. Rather than bringing about unrest, it can bring unity. The colors of the bracelet run together and make a circle. This representation of cohesiveness and unending union serves as a reminder to all who wear it that there is a connection we share in common: unity in the love Christ has for all of us and we should, therefore, have for each other.

Growing up in a small church in a rural town kept me from diversity, but it taught me to love and respect everyone. From different colors of yarn based on children’s song lyrics, to a multi-colored bracelets – Jesus loves the little children, ALL the children of the world, Red and Yellow, Black and White.  It’s not the channel, but rather, the message. We were all made in His image… and that makes us more alike than different.

This post co-written by:
Erica Pearson, ericalovesbooks@gmail.com
Trey Campbell, treycampbell1010@gmail.com

*words by C. Herbert Woolston, music by George F. Root


Impromptu Hike, Vol. 1: Lessons of the Hill

My family and I went on an impromptu hike. Now, if you know my family well, you know we don’t belong on a PLANNED hike… much less a no supplies, no water, flip-flop wearing… impromptu hike. We are more of your leisurely stroll in the park with 2 scoops of our favorite ice-cream piled high on a sugar cone kind of a family. We definitely belong in the fitISH category.

Having been in the car all day, we noticed cars lined up alongside the road. Needing to stretch our legs we pulled off the road to see what all the fuss was about. A sign that read “Stillhouse Hollow Falls” beckoned to us. The kids have never seen a waterfall! This would be FUN!

Stillhouse.jpgNot far into the trail, we saw a sign that read 0.7 Falls, 0.3 Overlook, and 0.2 Trail. Wow! This is OUR kind of trail! Not too far and beautiful scenery promised at the end. Encouraged, we walked on!

We were accompanied by others on the trail. I, being the observant one, began to notice their choice of footwear and gear. Hiking shoes and water packs. I was starting to get a wee-bit nervous that my trusty Teva flip-flops were not appropriate! (Not to mention, my son was walking in broken shoes, because apparently, on a long road trip, picking your shoes apart is a fun way to pass the time). Seeing the concerned look on my face, a fellow hiker smiled at me and encouragingly said through gasps of air, “It’s ok! You got this!” Um… Your words tell me one thing, but your shortness of breath is conveying quite a different message! Yet, we walked on.

That’s when my husband and I saw them. A young, FIT couple on their way back from where we were heading. The young man stopped and bent over gasping for air. My husband and I just stared at one another. It suddenly registered with us what we were doing! We decided this hike was over and it was time to take our family back to the safety of our car and our air conditioning.

We had only gone about 0.3 miles down the trail. D.O.W.N the trail. Yes, the trail had been completely downhill. It had given us the complete misconception that our unprepared family could successfully complete this hike. Then we looked UP. On the way back UP my husband made the observation, “Isn’t it crazy. We are NOT that far from our car. Incline makes a huge difference. 0.3 miles on flat ground would be nothing.”

That’s the thing about going downhill. The steps are easy and the lack of exertion makes you feel as if you can easily return. Then, you turn around.

There is no such thing as a “short distance” when we walk away from God. Every step we take away from God is downhill. I recently had a conversation with a friend who said, “We are all one weak moment away from destroying our lives.” It’s a sobering reality and it is profound truth. Intentional living is necessary because when we take off on “impromptu hikes” we can find ourselves grossly unprepared and desperately in need.

When we find ourselves heading down the wrong path and we turn around with a repentant heart we can often time be discouraged with the reality that God asks us to still CLIMB back UP with Him. Not TO Him… but WITH Him. The breathtaking reality is, the very moment we cry out to Him, he is there. He arrives with an appropriate pair of tennis shoes, sunscreen, bug spray, a visor, water, and then He extends His merciful hand and looks deeps in our eyes and says “You ready!?!”

The reality of our glorious God is that He climbs WITH us. It is in the struggle of the climb back up that He knows we will gain strength and build stamina. So be encouraged today, friend, if you find yourself out of breath and tired. Because sometimes… He even chooses to carry you on the way back UP.

When they suffered, he suffered also. He sent his own angel to save them, because of his love and kindness, he saved them. Since long ago he has picked them up and carried them.
– Isaiah 63:9

Erica Pearson, ericalovesbooks@gmail.com


Just something about this time of year

by Erica Pearson, ericalovesbooks@gmail.com

I’ve overheard so many conversations lately that go a little something like this:

“You know…I’ve always waited til after thanksgiving but I just really couldn’t wait to get my Christmas started!”

“Something just feels different this year… I’m so ready for Christmas…”

“I could not wait to decorate this year!”

I’ve observed and contemplated the question of why is it that one monthPeace on Earth Christmas out of the entire year everything just feels peaceful? While the holidays can bring great stress, it is my experience that most people still have a little extra sparkle in their eyes.

The entire world even feels a bit more at rest.  The power behind Christmas Eve even moved some troops in 1914 to call the famous “Christmas Truce.”

So, what is it?  It can’t be the sudden surge in retail therapy. One popular song gives us a hint:

“Christmas time is here….oh that we could feel such spirit through the year.”

Has it ever crossed your mind… that this is the only time of year… when virtually everywhere you go the very Son Of God is being proclaimed… by believers and nonbelievers alike?

Suddenly being politically correct is thrown out the window.  Yeah yeah… red cup debacle aside… whole Happy Holiday vs. Merry Christmas aside… think about it…

I turn on my radio… I go shopping… I turn on the television and on every major channel… even if they refuse to say the words “Merry Christmas” I still hear:

“Silent Night”

“O Come Let Us Adore Him”

“It Came Upon a Midnight Clear”

“The Little Drummer Boy”

…insert favorite Christmas carol here…

I think of the strength the Holy Spirit MUST have when the world stops and takes notice of the very moment in history when God stepped into our world in order to save us all.

I don’t underestimate my God for one moment.

I believe with every fiber of my being that He can use any medium for His Glory and when the airways are suddenly filled with the name of His beloved Son He stops and takes Notice!

The result is a small glimpse, a quick breathtaking moment of what could take place year-round when the multitudes continue to praise Him even AFTER the tree comes down and the presents are all unwrapped.

In light of “all that’s going on in our world,” let’s be renewed and revived more than ever to take that message and run with it.  When people talk about the “joy of the season,” see that as your wide-open door to discuss the peace that passes all understanding.  When people are in awe of the “wonder of the year,” bring up the Wonder of the Entire World – the very truth that a baby wrapped in humanity changed the world and still changes lives!

Recognize this year that the only reason the “spirit” of this season is so different is because for one brilliant month, the very “SPIRIT” of the Living God is invited into lives and it is up to us to help people recognize the very power of the invitation they are given!


His compassions never fail: a story of brokenness and hope

There are those times in life when time stands absolutely still. A single phone call can leave you systematically frozen in place and hurled through the air all at the same time. These times threaten everything we know to be true and right. They rock us and shake us to our very core and it’s there we find out what we really believe in.

I have experienced and survived many of these moments in my life. At the raw age of 14, the phone rang with news that my mother had been in a car accident. I left the house of a friend vowing to be back soon for her birthday party only to find out minutes later that my mother did not make it. I left the hospital that night sandwiched between my mother’s parents. We rode home in loud silence.

From that moment on, the number one woman in my life was the sweet woman who had the passenger seat next to me the night my world spun out of control – my Mema. She was my constant. She stepped right out of the role of grandmother and into the role of mother in one seemingly graceful motion. Through junior high, high school, college, and multiple heart breaks my Mema was there to guide me and help me navigate life. Our story is a book in itself.Alz

Yet, our story was rudely interrupted by an uninvited guest: Alzheimer’s. As the light in her eyes began to fade I felt frozen in time once again. Unable to hold onto to someone I love so dear, I felt my foundation crumbling and I scrambled to make sense of my world.

Broken, this is what I wrote in my journal in 2008:

I need to clean. I don’t mean just sweep the floors, I feel the need to clean the base boards. I need to c-l-e-a-n. I feel the overwhelming urge to go furiously through the house and pick up everything I can find. I feel the overwhelming urge to clean my car. Vacuum in places most people would never even look. I need order!

Yet, I know this feeling.
My house is not dirty.
My car is not any messier than the normal car of the proud owner of a toddler!

I know this need.
It is the need of a child of God who desperately seeks clarity and meaning.

I need to clean, and yet no amount of Clorox is going to fix this problem. I can’t sweep up the pieces of Alzheimer’s that are scattered all over our lives. I can’t dust out the cobwebs in Mema’s mind. No amount of Windex will bring back the shine in her eyes. What I want to clean, I can’t get my hands on! So once again I am faced with this uncomfortable reality:
“I am not in control”.
Yet, just like the writer of Lamentations, I call this to mind and therefore I have hope!

Lamenations 2“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him. The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord!” Great is your faithfulness!

I believe if we could hear the soundtrack of Mema’s life we would hear:
“Great is your faithfulness!”
He’s always been faithful and He still is faithful – even when it all seems so terribly wrong.

Mema may have been a constant in my life, but she could not be my foundation. I had to come to fully grasp the truth that only God’s compassions never fail. As I write this, I have just added a new chapter to my journey with Alzheimer’s. I recently moved Mema into a Memory Care Unit. I hurt. I grieve. Yet, I have hope. I am not consumed.

I invite you to “Be still and know He is God!” What is it you feel like you need to clean today? Remember that the things you need cleaned up you can’t reach!

You can’t grasp control any more than I can sweep away Alzheimer’s. The Lord is your portion. Wait on Him. His compassions never fail. The only thing you truly can control is where you put your faith.


Faith comes from hearing

by Erica Pearson, ericalovesbooks@gmail.com 

walkmanI grew up in the age of The Walkman. I fondly remember adjusting headphones to fit my ears just right with scratchy little foam pads that too often fell off. I’ll admit I’ve been a bit baffled to learn of “headphones” that cost three-digits. I simply could not understand what made these seemingly simple devices so different? I mean…a speaker is a speaker… right?headphones This was my belief until Christmas morning. My sister-in-law came in sporting these new fancy headphones. I voiced my opinion and she just sheepishly grinned. Finding one of her favorite songs she placed the magical headphones on my ears. (Cue the hallelujah chorus!)


The sound that resonated in my ears was unlike anything I’ve ever heard. I was an instant fan. My emotions swelled as I was taken to another place in my mind. I was amazed at how this device captured every single small detail of the music. It was as if a symphony was inside my head!

Romans 10:17 reads “faith comes from hearing…”

Too often I find myself “thinking” silently. While there is a time and place for quiet reflection, God’s word tells us that FAITH comes through HEARING. It does not read “now faith comes through thinking.” For me this is a difficult challenge because I am by nature a thinker. I ponder. In truth, I drive myself crazy because I think too much! Anxieties and worries rattle around in my head like a washing machine set on a perpetual spin cycle.

Recently, I put Romans 10:17 to the test.

With a New Year’s Resolution to not sleep in and be sure to start each day with a devotion, I awoke and settled into my recliner with my Bible, and of course a steaming hot cup of coffee. I quietly and read Romans 15:13, “May the God of hope fill you with much joy and peace while you trust in Him, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in Hope.”

My mind began to wander and dwell on all my many worries. I felt my stress level begin to rise.

I whispered, “God of hope fill me with joy…”

To speak into the silence was unnerving. In the quiet of the morning, with only the ticking of the clock, to hear my voice was strange and unsettling. I could hear my own plea. In my voice I heard my weariness. Yet, I also felt a twinge of peace. So again I spoke, “God of hope fill me with joy…”

There it was again. It felt a little deeper this time – a sense of peace. And just like that, my faith in His ability to take charge of my worries began to grow.

Then it struck me.

hearing earcupHearing……is……BELIEVING and Faith……comes through……HEARING.

Like a brand new set of headphones that allows you to hear something old as if you were hearing it for the first time, hearing His Word is believing.

Moreover, hearing Yourself speak His word is life changing!

You can sit in a church and hear it spoken to you. You can listen to the local Christian radio station and hear it sung to you. Nothing will ever compare to the moment your own heart hears your own voice proclaim His word over your own personal life.


Unpack your life with a recipe for growth

last year retrospectby Erica Pearson, ericalovesbooks@gmail.com 

It’s that time of year again. When we hold up the past year with a reflective mirror and look back on all the decisions we have made, contemplating the ones we could have made better. We look into the New Year with expectant binoculars and strain to see what the future could possibly hold for us. We grieve failed resolutions and we celebrate successful resolutions.

This New Year, I am contemplating the journey of the Christian life. As a young child I accepted innocently the foundation my parents laid for me. Being a Christian was exciting and new! It was unhindered and uncomplicated by doctrine and religion. It was…in a word…SIMPLE. As a teenager, the Christian life was a passionate struggle. I believe Romans 7: 14-25 was written specifically with a 16-year-old in mind. That passage is underlined, highlighted and circled in my student Bible. While striving to live out my beliefs in an unaccepting world, I turned to mentors to teach and guide me. I will call the college years, the “debatable” years. Thrown into a world with multiple belief systems, I learned how to defend my faith.

Now, in my 30s, I will dare to be honest with you. I’m afraid I find this to be the complacent years and that truth terrifies me! This has proven to be a confusing year, as I observe those who shaped my life. You know that disappointment. When a television evangelist you have admired falls flat on their face, or perhaps more painful, when someone you know personally makes a fatal choice that sends a domino effect that flattens everyone around them. The startling truth becomes reality. We are human. We are fragile. We make mistakes. These truths have startled me and awakened me out of my complacency and left me to ask some very hard questions:

              > How do I finish this journey strong!?
              > How do I not disappoint the young person who is watching me right now live                     out my faith?
              > How do I continue to grow so that my children have someone to look up to?
              > How do I keep from being the one that falls flat on MY face?

Then a beautiful reality emerges from the truth of scripture:

Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the journey that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. For consider Him who has endured such hostility by sinners against Himself, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.

While I ponder these things on earth, there are those surrounding me who have already walked this path and asked the same questions. They are cheering me on to the finish line. As I run this journey I should FIX my eyes not on my mentors, but on JESUS. He is the Author and perfecter of my faith.

When those around you disappoint you, remember that they are simply on their journey too and God is working out the fine details as He writes their story just as He is writing yours. He will use those disappointments to strengthen you as you learn to rely on Him.

As I look to the New Year and pray that I will not grow weary and lose heart, I find myself leaning on 2 Peter 1, longing to unpack it and let each truth settle deep in my heart. I believe God has given me this scripture as a “Recipe for Growth”. In verse 4 it says the world will not ruin you because of these truths. I pray that you will also find it worthy of unpacking in your life and that you will stay strong in 2015!

Be Blessed,

“Recipe for Growth”
To your faith ADD goodness
To your goodness ADD knowledge
To your knowledge ADD self-control
To your self-control ADD patience
To your patience ADD service for God
To your kindness ADD LOVE
To your service for God ADD kindness to your brothers and sisters in Christ
To fight complacency and grow 
Do your best to add these things to your life
IF all these things are in you and are growing they will help you to be USEFUL and PRODUCTIVE
2 Peter 1, New Century Version

Need to detox?

by Erica Pearson, ericalovesbooks@gmail.com

green drinkEvery morning while I am pouring a delicious cup of hot coffee, I watch my husband mix up a cold, green, sludgy concoction he calls “healthy” and “good”. I warily watch him drink it up. I don’t envy him in the least bit, but I am proud of him. It takes discipline to start your day with a cup of green stuff. He is making an effort to add good things back to his neglected body in hopes to detox and flush out the bad.

The definition of detoxing is the “process or period of time in which one abstains from or rids the body of toxic or unhealthy substances.” I use to associate the word “detox” with nothing more than ridding the body of illegal substances. In the present day, detox is now the new buzz word. I wonder how many people are right now trying to “detox” from all the seemingly harmful substances they consumed in their Thanksgiving meal?

There’s a plethora of detoxing and cleansing items out there on the market. People are more aware than ever what they are putting into their bodies. With a warning label and an itemized nutrition level on everything we consume, we are literally without excuse. We count calories and pay close attention to what we put in our bodies in an effort to keep our vital organs healthy.

Yet, there is one organ that is screaming for attention and it desperately needs detoxing. Ironically, there are very few warning labels for what this particular organ is assaulted with daily. There is no way to count the “calories” it is forced to consume.

Brain clutter imageWhen is the last time you gave notice to how much information your BRAIN is consuming? If detoxing is the important “process or period of time in which one abstains from or rids the body of toxic or unhealthy substances,” then shouldn’t we as Christians provide our precious minds with a period of time which we abstain from what I would like to call “Brain Clutter?”

God thinks so.

See Romans 12:2

Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal (detoxifying?) of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.

How will we ever discern what the will of God is for our lives if we never, ever

give our Mind a single second…..

..…… to just ………



One of my absolute favorite movie lines comes from Usual Suspects. The main character nails it when he says, “The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world that he didn’t exist.”

I would like to add to that…  I personally believe “The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was keeping Christian’s minds so cluttered they could no longer hear from their Creator”.

I am ready to detox. Thank goodness my detox does not require me to ingest a nasty, green drink. I’m ready to cleanse my mind from the senseless clutter that is hindering me from real communion with my God.

For me, it will start with the discipline of putting my phone down. I’m also going to make an effort to find 10 quiet minutes every day. For a mom of three this will not be easy, but if my husband can down a nasty, green drink every morning, then I can turn my radio or my TV off and teach my children the importance of silence.

What steps will you take to detox?

Everyday a fight – seen and unseen

by Erica Pearson, ericalovesbooks@gmail.com

When your feet first hit the floor in the morning what do they feel –
carpet… hardwood… tile… fuzzy slippers…?

If you are like me, you don’t give much thought to the floor beneath you. We have our routines we are comfortable with and consequently, our view of life stays pretty much the same. We often focus on the day before us. Yet, God’s word tells us to:

“fix our eyes NOT on what is seen, but ON what is unseen,
since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”

When I read that verse (2 Corinthians 4:18), I tend to think of Heaven and, while that’s a GLORIOUS thought, I’m becoming more aware of the word “unseen” and what that must mean in the here and now. So, I ask you again:

When your feet first hit the floor in the morning what do they feel?

I want to challenge you to take your earthly eyes and train them to see a very different reality.  To do this I need you to take a little imaginary trip with me.

You wake up one morning to the sound of a bell. It’s not your normal alarm. In your fogginess, you plant both feet on the floor but it doesn’t feel familiar. Your feet are not dark ring boxertouching soft fuzzy carpet, but a cold… hard… mat. You look up and see that your bedroom walls have been replaced with ropes. That’s when you realize… you’re not in your bedroom… you’re in a boxing ring. I bet your defenses would kick in real quick, because if you are in a ring… then there must be an opponent somewhere!

Seems like a far-fetched scenario.  But is it?

When you wake up each morning, are you aware that you really do have an OPPONENT?

I’m here to tell you that your opponent has not forgotten you, and he loves to catch you with your defenses down!

lion on prowlBe clearheaded. Keep alert. Your accuser, the devil, is on the prowl like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.  

1 Peter 5:8

Look around that comfy bedroom of yours again. Look underneath your feet. Let your eyes adjust to the unseen. Hear that bell?

Make no mistake… Every single day you need to adjust your eyes to the truth that you are in a fight with a very real opponent and you are either going to be on the offense or the defense. We tend to contextualize the word “fight” with only the negative and difficult times of our lives. When life is difficult, we are suddenly aware of our opponent. We put our hands up. We fight him head on. We arm ourselves. We ask for prayers and we bring others into our corner.

What about the times in our lives when everything seems to be going smoothly? If we had a real honest conversation, I bet we’d talk about how we become relaxed with our prayer life. Our quiet time weakens. We mistake those moments in between rounds as time to rest.

I’m afraid for some of us, we better duck!  That right hook is coming.  The boxing ring is a metaphor for our life as we face-off with our opponent.

“God is strong, and he wants you strong. So take everything the Master has set out for you, well-made weapons of the best materials. And put them to use so you will be able to stand up to everything the devil throws your way. This is no afternoon athletic contest that we’ll walk away from and forget about in a couple of hours. This is for keeps, a life-or-death fight to the finish”

– Ephesians 6:10-12

Are you continually preparing?  Are you on offense or defense?  Offense is taking up your Bible, being faithful in your prayer life, and being prepared.  Defense is waiting for our enemy who is always on offense.  After all, a life-or-death fight to the finish is the difference between being proactive or reactive.



Who’s flying your kite?

by Erica Pearson, ericalovesbooks@gmail.combeach kite

I recently observed a little girl flying a kite with her mother on the beach. It was one of those rare, sweet moments when life slows down and comes into focus giving you a clear view of all that truly matters in this world. I was so pleased to see a child choosing an activity that did not require a wireless connection or 4G help.

At first, the little girl was letting her mother do all the work and was just running around blissfully enjoying the kite in flight. Then she caught a glimpse of me watching. She proudly walked up and boldly took a hold of the kite string. She looked back to make sure I was watching as if to say “see what I am doing!” At that moment, I could tell she truly thought she was 100% in charge. Little did she know, that one simple gust of wind would have sent that kite so high she would have never retrieved her prized possession. It was only the strong grip of her mother’s hand behind her that allowed the kite to dance unhindered with the clouds above. That same strong grip also allowed the little girl to experience all the joy without the stress or worry of losing control.

What a beautiful, living, breathing representation of Proverbs 16:3:

Commit your works to the LORD
and your plans will be established.

Do you know the freedom of giving the string to a stronger, firmer hand? As you walk through life, are you blissfully enjoying your steps with the knowledge of who is really in control, or are you panicking with every gust of wind and struggling trying to hold on?

Take a lesson from a sweet, care-free young girl. Give the control to one who has a much better view. God takes pleasure in watching you enjoy life. He laughs and sings over you. He LOVES to watch you walk in freedom. He won’t fight you for the string, though. He leaves that choice up to you. You see that little girl never ONCE fought her mother for the control. She just gently walked up and joined her with full confidence. He sees your struggle. Will you choose to let Him have control today? Trust me… it’s way more FUN!