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September 3, 2014 by Tricia Goyer Leave a Comment

Teach Your Children Who They Are, Before The World Teaches Them Who They Should Be.

I’m not sure how or when the tradition started,but one of my favorite times of the week is when I bathe my young children.

Six, four, and three-years-old, their legs reach nearly to the end of the tub as I lay each one down. My left hand in under a back. And my right hand rinses soap out of hair. Wide eyes look up at me, trusting, and it’s then the words come:

“You are beautiful.”
“God created you for a special purpose.”
“God has wonderful plans for you.”
“I love your caring heart.”
“You have a beautiful smile.”
“God brought you to me … and I’m thankful.”

The words are never the same, but from the looks on their faces I know that they hear me. From the twinkle in their eyes, I know the words go deep. And that’s exactly where I want them to be … I want those words rooted in the deepest parts of my children’s hearts. I want my children to know who they are—loved by God, loved by me—before the world teaches them who they should be.

What was the age when the world’s messages first assaulted me?

Too young, that was for certain.

Sitting side-by-side with other children in school I realized I wasn’t as smart as others. Trying out for choir (and not making it), told me that I wasn’t as talented as I thought. The chubby cheeks in 4th grade and the garage sale clothes made me long to be someone other than myself. Yet looking back I can see that the words planted deep in my heart by my mom and grandparents did their work, even when I couldn’t see it.

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Prayer

God, give me the words to enrich my children and build them up in Truth. Show me new ways to speak their heavenly character into their lives.

God, give me the words to enrich my children and build them up in Truth. @TriciaGoyer

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August 7, 2014 by Tricia Goyer 2 Comments

4 Steps to a Heavenly Family

When my kids were younger I’d pray about them finding good jobs, a good spouse, and become productive members of society. I still pray for those things, but I also pray for more now. I pray my children will be citizens of heaven and that God will use them to lead others to be part of this heavenly family. So how has God led guided my husband and I in doing this?

1. Look ahead.

“We are citizens of heaven, where the Lord Jesus Christ lives,” Philippians 3:20 reads. “And we are eagerly waiting for him to return as our Savior.” This verse reminds me that this world is not our home. All our planning, decisions, life choices need to be based on not this world, but our heavenly citizenship. John and I consider this when we’re making family decisions and we talk to our kids about it.

2. Reach out.

We had the door open to go on two mission trips to a country that has less than 1% of Christians. Walking the streets I’d tell my kids, “Look around … most of those people you see need to hear the good news of Jesus.” Being there–seeing their faces–changed my children’s hearts.

3. Open our doors.

We take it seriously when the Bible says to care for the widows and the orphans by taking in old family members and adopting new ones.We also regularly reach out to teen moms. If we believe people matter–their souls matter–we need to live as such.

4. Model God-seeking.

My children often wake up to see me reading my Bible and praying. They hear my husband and I reading the Bible together. We worship together at church. We tell them about the things God is asking us to do. We explain what seeking God is like. We try to live obediently in our own lives.

Look ahead. Reach out. Open Doors. Model God-seeking. @TriciaGoyer

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If my family is going to spend eternity together, I want to make sure we bring a crowd.

That is my heavenly dream and it’s my kids heavenly dream, too. I think that’s just the way God likes it.

Prayer

Thank you for my family. Show me ways I can implement these ideas in a caring and compassionate way. Let me have open arms and open doors. Give me an open mind to consider the heavenly implications of my prayers and ways I model life and love to those around me.

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August 6, 2014 by Tricia Goyer Leave a Comment

Why I Write Romance Novels

I’ve gotten the question more than once, “You write romance novels?”

I can see the confusion in the eyes of the person asking the question. She looks like such a sweet person. . . . Why would she write THAT?

First, I want to defend romance.

The Bible is filled with romantic stories—just look at Ruth and Boaz or Mary and Joseph! Romance isn’t just about butterflies in our stomachs and heart-pounding attraction. It’s about choosing another and expressing love in considerate ways. (And I won’t even mention Song of Solomon!)

Romance is also about choosing another and expressing love in considerate ways. @TriciaGoyer

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Also, God is romantic!

My favorite Scripture verse is Zephaniah 3:17 (NIV 1984) which says, “The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.”

One of my favorite moments with my husband is when I curl next to his chest and he strokes my head and kisses my forehead. When I read this verse, that’s how I picture God, and someday I’m looking forward to being the Bride of Christ!

There is a difference between Christian romance novels and the secular romance novels we see on bookstore shelves.

In my novels, my characters get two kisses—maybe three—per book. Yes, I know some Christian romance novels are more “hot and heavy,” but you’ll have to talk to those authors about that! Personally, I don’t want to write anything that I wouldn’t allow my sweet, homeschooled junior-higher to read.

When I write my novels, I don’t create perfect characters. They have their own issues and struggles. I never want a reader to think, “I wish my husband was perfect, just like this character.” No one is perfect, not even the characters in my books!

When I write my novels, I don’t create perfect characters. @TriciaGoyer

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Finally, my desire in every novel I write is for the main romance to be between my central character and God.

I want my protagonist to grow in her (or his) relationship with God first and foremost. I know not every reader will walk through a sweet romance with another person like in the pages of my books, BUT every reader can have a growing relationship with God. This is a love they can count on!

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July 26, 2014 by Tricia Goyer 2 Comments

Hope For Bible Study Newbies (Who Want to Train their Kids Well)

I’m not sure I should admit this, but as much as I loved Women Living Well, I felt a twinge of jealousy as I read chapter two. Unexpected emotions rolled around in my gut as I read about how Courtney’s mother sat down with her in fourth grade and taught her how to have a quiet time. I almost couldn’t relate to the picture of a young Courtney, with blonde pigtails no less.

Spending time with God and receiving notes of encouragement from my mother wasn’t my story. My mother was great and we went to church, but I honestly can’t remember one time during my 4th-grade-year (or 5th, 6th, 7th…) sitting down with my Bible or even connecting with God beyond church or vacation Bible school.

I loved Jesus, I did. I grew up going to church, well mostly. My mother and grandmother both became Christians when I was in second grade. I remember the happy day when they were baptized, but I also remember the challenges that came as they tried to live out their faith.

God showed up! He met me. He taught me. He teaches me still… @TriciaGoyer

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When I was in fourth grade, my mother and grandmother had only been Christians a few years and everyone else in the family was still on a journey. (Some of those family members are journeying still.) We didn’t have Christian books around the house and Bible study wasn’t something I witnessed. Our lives centered around my parents’ friends and new movies on HBO–movies I’d sneak and watch through the crack in my bedroom door.

Why am I confessing this? Because even though my childhood didn’t look like Courtney’s, so much more of chapter two looks like my life. Like Courtney, I draw peace, hope, and nourishment from my time with God. As a mom of six children (three of them six-years-old and younger), I sneak out of bed early and PRAY–pray that no one wakes up too soon. I need God, and my day is so much better when I make time for Him.

Unlike Courtney, no one taught me how to have a quiet time. Instead, I figured it out myself as a pregnant teenager who’d just given her life to God. And you know what? God showed up! He met me. He taught me. He teaches me still…

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Prayer

Jesus, thank for guiding us and teaching us. On the days when it all seems so unfamiliar and overwhelming, you are there. Teach me to listen to your voice and absorb your teachings.

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June 30, 2014 by Tricia Goyer 11 Comments

A Love Story of My Own

I grew up going to church for the most part.

It started when I was eight-years-old and my mother and grandmother gave their hearts to the Lord. They attended a church where people attended together yet they also reached out to each other outside of the church building. I remember picnics and dinners out. I remember a new community of people who surrounded our family with love.

I remember my Sunday School teacher who shared God’s love through flannel graph stories and films. Not the VCR tapes movies, but rather the old reel-to-reel films that showed the parables of Jesus, and told what it meant to be faithful, honest, and true. I loved my Sunday School class, children’s church, and the prizes I got for memorizing Scripture. I remember singing songs about God. I remember wonderful Summer VBS camps and memorizing the books of the Bible to win a board game.

The problem was that while all those things made me think about God (and I loved Him in a way) I didn’t understand what a personal relationship God meant.

I didn’t know how it applied to my everyday life.

And then, instead of continuing my relationship with God, and continuing to spend time with others, I walked away from that in my teen years. I wanted to do things my own way. I was looking for love and I thought I could find it in boys.

Instead, I found myself pregnant and without a boyfriend when I was only 17. For many, many months I didn’t want to think about what God thought about me. I tried to push all thoughts of Him out of my mind. I didn’t want to think about all the memory verses I’d memorized as a child. Instead, I wallowed in everything I had lost–my youth, my teen years, my boyfriend who was with someone else. I felt more and more depressed as they days passed.

Then one day around noon I was watching soap operas and I started to remember those good moments when a church family loved me. I didn’t dwell on everything that had gone wrong.

I didn’t dwell on everything that had gone wrong. @TriciaGoyer

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This day, I thought about a time in my life when things used to be right, when I was happy. When I believed in God, and when I had joy.

And that is the day I gave my heart to the Lord … my whole heart.

I wrapped my arms around my stomach and I said, “God, I have messed up big time. If you can do anything with my life, please do.” It was at that moment that I felt HOPE spring into my heart. Hope in God. Hope in my future. Hope in eternity because I knew Christ had forgiven me for all my sins. And that was the beginning of my love relationship with God. I had loved him before like I loved peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and loved watching CHIPS on TV. Not potato chips, but those cute highway patrolmen who rode around on motorcycles and stopped crime.

Once I realized the depth of my sin and understood had God had washed me and made me are pure and white as snow, that’s when I truly fell in love with him.

We can have knowledge of God and spend time in His house and with His people, but until we understand who we are without Him–understand the truth of our sin–that’s when the true love relationship begins.

By accepting my sin and the pain it caused, I truly fell in love with Jesus for taking that sin away through His death on the cross.

So let me ask you…

When Did You Fall In Love With God?

Resources to check out…

Life in Spite of Me by Kristen Jan Anderson & Tricia Goyer

I Still Believe by Jeremy Camp

Choosing to See by Mary Beth Chapman

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June 27, 2014 by Tricia Goyer 3 Comments

The Desire to Be Seen

The truth was I’ve never felt so alone in my life.

I had a hotel room to myself. I sat alone during the speakers’ presentations, among 5,000 women. I remember looking around and thinking, “Nobody knows me. Nobody understands.” They didn’t know who I was. They didn’t know about my life or about my children or my ministry.

It made me think about our desire to be known. We want to feel appreciated. If we’re attending a Bible Study or we’re taking our child to a new school we don’t want to be the one that nobody knows.

It made me think of a woman in the Bible who thought she was alone. Abraham’s concubine, Hagar, had a son named Ismael and when she was sent into the desert with her son she had no one who cared for her–at least that’s what she thought. She carried much when she left Abraham’s tent. She carried the harsh words of her mistress, weighing deep in her heart. She also was weighed down with worries about her son. How would she find food and water? How would they survive?

Yet God saw her.

He reached out to Hagar and show her His love. She cried to Him with thanksgiving.

“You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen the One who sees me” (Genesis 16:13).

I don’t know about your life today. I don’t know if you’re alone … or if you feel alone even as you’re surrounded by people. Maybe you woke up today without having anyone you looked forward to seeing. But God sees you, even though you may feel like you’re alone, like I did in that crowd of women. God is there. God cares.

Even though you may feel like you’re alone, God is there. God cares. @TriciaGoyer

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Prayer Request…

I’m still in Africa right now! Please join me in praying for the children around the world and especially in Africa. Please pray for the provision of the children affiliated with Awana Clubs International. Pray that their needs (emotional, physical, financial, and spiritual) be met, and especially pray their desire to be seen will be satisfied by knowing that God is there.

If you feel led to donate to Awana efforts in Kenya, please visit www.awana.org/donate

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June 26, 2014 by Tricia Goyer 3 Comments

The Perfect Timing of God’s Provision

God takes care of those who take care of His people.

Do you believe it? I do.

Years ago we experienced this in our own family. In our home we had my husband, myself, our college age daughter, our high school age son and our one-year-old baby girl. For a season, our son and expectant daughter-in-law were living with us, too.

Then, I received a letter from my Grandma. She had lived with us for nine years in Montana and then moved away for a time. The letter said she was ready to move back in with us here in Little Rock. The problem was we were living in an apartment. There was no more room in our inn.

Then one day I was at my computer and I started wondering if there were any larger rentals that would meet our needs. I knew we couldn’t spend much more than what we were already paying, but we needed more space.

I know that when we care for those who need care, He cares for us. @TriciaGoyer

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I started looking around and there really wasn’t anything out there we could afford … then I saw one rental and I was sure I was reading it wrong. It was twice the space of our apartment and only $100 more in rent. I emailed and got more information. John and I met the landlord and checked out the place. It turns out the house needed a little TLC, but in exchange for us fixing up the place we could rent it for almost the same amount as we were paying for our small apartment.

The landlord had only listed the rental for two days and I “happened” to look on the Internet on one of those days. There was actually someone else in line before us who wanted to rent it, but a few weeks later person ended up backing out. That worked out perfect because the extra time allowed us to fulfill the lease on our apartment!

Having gotten this house might seem like a little thing to some. There’s no way to know for sure that God was involved … or can I know? I know He was involved because I know my God.

I know that when we care for those who need care, He cares for us.

God provided just want we needed. Actually more than we needed. That’s the type of God I serve.

Prayer Request…

I’m still in Africa right now! Please join me in praying for the children in slums around the world and especially in Nairobi, Kenya. Please pray for the provision of the children affiliated with Awana Clubs International. Pray that their needs (emotional, physical, financial, and spiritual) be met.

If you feel led to donate to Awana efforts in Kenya, please visit www.awana.org/donate

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April 5, 2014 by Tricia Goyer 8 Comments

Is Heaven For Real?

Is heaven for real? As a follower of God I believe the answer is yes … but during my grandfather’s passing I discovered that I was right.

I’m eager to see the movie Is Heaven for Real, releasing April 16th. If you haven’t seen it here is the official trailer.

Yet I’m going to the movie knowing I already believe in heaven. I don’t have to be convinced. Here is my story …

How I know heaven is for real …

Years ago I met a hospice nurse named Penny. Her job was making the last days of terminally ill patients as comfortable as possible.

“That must be so hard,” I told her once. “So sad.”

“Actually, I’ve seen some very amazing things. I think of myself as a delivery nurse, helping people transition into eternity.”

I didn’t really understand what Penny meant until my Grandpa Fred came to live with our family during the last months of his life. I enjoyed the time with him, but something happen during his last conscience day that I’ll never forget.

Here’s an excerpt from my mommy memoir Blue Like Play Dough talking about that experience:

Four months after coming to live with us, my grandfather was bedridden. My grandmother and I would spend time in his room reading Scripture verses and praying with him. Then one day as the kids and I were getting ready to start the school day, my grandma called, “Tricia, I need you!”

Terrified, I raced down the stairs and into my grandparents’ bedroom. A typically quiet man, my grandpa’s hands were lifted. He was weeping like a baby.“Oh dear Jesus. Oh dear Jesus. I love you, dear Lord Jesus!” The words spilled from his lips.

At first I thought he was in pain or that he was breaking down because of his lack of strength. My grandma’s hands were on his legs. She was praying with him. I joined her. Tears streamed down my grandfather’s face. I handed him a tissue.

He held it over his eyes, but the tears didn’t stop. “I love you, dear Jesus. Thank you, dear Jesus.”Five minutes, ten minutes passed. The prayers were the same.

Finally, he lifted the tissue away. “See those trees out the window?” He pointed outside. “They turned into a cross, and I saw Jesus reaching his hands out to me.”

The tears returned. Tears of joy. Goose bumps prickled my skin, and I was sure heaven was touching down in the room. I was almost afraid to look up, so sure was I that I would see heaven’s gates.

“I haven’t seen anything like that ever,” my grandpa said. “It’s a miracle.”

I agreed. “A miracle and a gift,” I whispered.

A little while later as my grandpa slept, I asked my grandma exactly what happened.

“Grandpa was just sitting there, looking out the window. Then he started pointing. ‘Look at that, Grandma,’ he said. ‘If I were an artist, I would love to paint that. Look at those white doves. Look at that lion. Oh, I’d love to paint that lion.’”

Tears ran down my grandma’s cheeks as she related the story to me. “And then he just started praising God, crying, and lifting his hands. That must be when he saw Jesus.” She smiled. “And that’s when I called for you.”

My heart was bursting with love for God and with thanksgiving for heaven. I didn’t want to leave the bedroom, so certain was I that it had become holy ground.

The next day my grandfather went into a coma, and while I should have been terribly sad, my heart filled with peace. Every time I walked into the room, it seemed brighter and filled with the brush of angel wings, as if heaven had touched it.

Grandpa lasted five more days. During his last conscious moment he blew me a kiss. I knew what he was saying, “See you later, sweetheart.”

And I trust I will. I know I’ll meet him on the other side.

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Have you heard of a similar experience? What are your questions about heaven?

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December 28, 2013 by Tricia Goyer Leave a Comment

God's Lavish Gifts of Love

I’ve gone a little overboard with toy shopping this year . . . but with good reason.
First of all, I wasn’t supposed to do much toy shopping to begin with. You see, we’re taking all of our kids—from our married son and his family, to our little preschoolers—to Disneyworld in January. That was supposed to be our present to everyone, and my thought was we’d spend money there and then just have one or two simple gifts under the tree.
Well, there are more than one or two gifts under there. There are like fifteen . . . for each of my little kids ages six, three, and three. How did things get so crazy? Mostly because my heart is full of thankfulness for our two new additions. We adopted Bella (six) and Casey (three) from the foster care system this year. This is our first Christmas with them.
This is their first Christmas with us.
Their first Christmas with a mom and dad.
Their first Christmas with peace and stability.
Their first Christmas where they won’t have to worry where they will sleep, if there is food on the table, or if tomorrow they’ll have to be moved to a new house.

God longs to give you good gifts, just as @TriciaGoyer wanted to make her kids’ #Christmas special:

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In the six months before we brought our children home, they were loved on and cared for by many loving people—foster moms and dads who shared Jesus with them, who loved them, and who cared for them in so many ways. But this is the first Christmas with our family. Their forever family. And I just got a little carried away wanting to celebrate that. I want to do so much for them. I want to express my love in so many ways . . . and sometimes that includes overpriced plastic trinkets that spin around, flash colors, and play happy tunes.
I was thinking about all these things as I looked at the Christmas tree with the wrapped gifts piled beneath it, and I heard the gentlest whisper to my heart from my Lord. I felt Him saying, “Now do you understand how much I long to give you my good gifts?”
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December 28, 2013 by Tricia Goyer Leave a Comment

God’s Lavish Gifts of Love

I’ve gone a little overboard with toy shopping this year . . . but with good reason.

First of all, I wasn’t supposed to do much toy shopping to begin with. You see, we’re taking all of our kids—from our married son and his family, to our little preschoolers—to Disneyworld in January. That was supposed to be our present to everyone, and my thought was we’d spend money there and then just have one or two simple gifts under the tree.

Well, there are more than one or two gifts under there. There are like fifteen . . . for each of my little kids ages six, three, and three. How did things get so crazy? Mostly because my heart is full of thankfulness for our two new additions. We adopted Bella (six) and Casey (three) from the foster care system this year. This is our first Christmas with them.

This is their first Christmas with us.

Their first Christmas with a mom and dad.
Their first Christmas with peace and stability.
Their first Christmas where they won’t have to worry where they will sleep, if there is food on the table, or if tomorrow they’ll have to be moved to a new house.

God longs to give you good gifts, just as @TriciaGoyer wanted to make her kids’ #Christmas special:

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I was thinking about all these things as I looked at the Christmas tree with the wrapped gifts piled beneath it, and I heard the gentlest whisper to my heart from my Lord. I felt Him saying, “Now do you understand how much I long to give you my good gifts?”

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November 26, 2013 by Tricia Goyer 1 Comment

God Sees You

Years ago I attended a national mothering conference. A lot of women had gathered together to have fun, bond with friends, and learn how to be better mothers. Unfortunately I didn’t attend with other women, and the truth was I’ve never felt so alone in my life. I had a hotel room to myself. I sat alone during the speakers’ presentations among 5,000 women. I remember looking around and thinking, Nobody knows me. Nobody understands. They didn’t know who I was, about my life, or about my children or my ministry.
Sitting there it made me think about how in life we all want to be known. We want to feel appreciated. If we’re attending a Bible Study or we’re taking our child to a new school we don’t want to be the one that nobody knows.

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It made me think of a person in the Bible who thought she was alone. Abraham’s concubine Hagar had a son, Ismael, yet when she was sent into the desert with her son, she had no one who cared for her—at least that’s what she thought. She carried much when she left Abraham’s tent. She carried the harsh words of her mistress, weighing deep in her heart. She also was weighed down with worries about her son. How would she find food and water? How would they survive?
Yet God saw her. He reached out to Hagar and showed her His love. She cried to Him with thanksgiving. “You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen the One who sees me” (Genesis 16:13).
I don’t know about your life today. I don’t know if you’re alone . . . or if you feel alone even as if you’re surrounded by people. Maybe you woke up today without having anyone you looked forward to seeing. But God sees you, even though you may feel like you’re alone, like I did in that crowd of women. God is there. God cares.

Maybe you feel like #Hagar—alone and abandoned. But God sees you. @TriciaGoyer

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