My First Mother’s Day

I didn’t quite understand the significance of Jesus’ parable of the mustard seed until yesterday at church. The Pastor used “motherhood” as an illustration. He said sometimes the daily duties of a mom like changing dirty diapers, wiping off snotty noses, hair in a pony tail, Chap stick over lipstick, cooking a mac –n-cheese dinner and teaching your children to pray may seem so small, so insignificant like the mustard seed. But in time all these small “investments” in our children will one day produce a “matured tree,” A GROWN UP.  The small investments in their life, our sacrifices can produce a God fearing, God loving, parent and Bible obeying adult who can be used of God in a great way.

When I think of it like that, I feel better about the busy schedule and chores that might go unnoticed.

This Mother’s Day I reflected on the way I was brought up and how thankful I am for the things my mom did for us.

I am also thankful for one the greatest traits that I have inherited from my mom.

She never thought about herself, or what she needed when it came to making sure that her children had what they needed.  She never thought of buying for herself what she wanted, what treat she felt like “she deserved.”  She went without so that we could have.

Raising five children, she never had time for “me time.”

My first Mother’s Day, I was reminded how much of my mom I have in myself.

Like my mom, I am thankful for wearing the same clothes for years, because I’ve taken care of them. I am thankful for my worn out shoes, because they are comfortable. I am thankful to give up just about anything if that meant providing for my family needs.

Thank you for the way you’ve raised me, and even though in my sinful rebellion times said I wouldn’t turn out like you, I am glad I did. I love you Mom.

Thank you for your example.


The Latest on Makena

Makena will ALWAYS be my baby.

She is 8 months now, can you believe that? Well here in our home we DO!  She is becoming a little person right before our eyes.  She is doing things that take my breath away every single day.

Recently she began clicking her tongue and Andrew and I couldn’t figure out why and where she got that from.  We learned this past weekend, that she does every time after Andrew or I shower her in kisses.  She learned to make the kissing sound, as if it’s her way of kissing us right back.

It’s truly the sweetest thing!

She also started this thing where she shake’s her head, like you would do when saying, “no. no, no!”  It is so stinkin’ cute!   The funny part is that she always seems to do it in the most appropriate time, like taking her medicine or when she is has had enough of her bottle. So silly.

Not quite sure if we begun crawling or not. She prefers to scoot herself while on her belly.  Then proceeds to make a complete circle, and then she’ll roll over.  Maybe once or maybe five rolls, depending on where she is trying to go.

Fun times here at the Galls, so blessed to be able to stay at home with her all day =)

Sword of the Lord’s Jubilee

A couple of weekends ago I had the privilege to attend the Woman’s Sword of the Lord Jubilee that was held in Florida.  I was excited when I found out that I didn’t have to travel to far to hear some great woman speak.  I’ve heard fabulous things about it from my friends who have attended the Woman’s Sword of the Lord in TN (I believe.)

I almost didn’t go when it finally struck me that I would be driving 3 hrs each way by myself! But then the thought of getting to see some of my dear friends from West Gate (my previous church) well it just motivated me.  I got to see my dear friends in Christ., you know the ones who love you in spite of stuff, or the ones who you haven’t spoken to in over 2 years but you can still pick up like you’ve seen them yesterday? And then there were 2 individuals that will remain nameless but look like they can pass for sisters, who were just not so friendly at all.  It’s quite sad really, not for me but that people are so judgmental.  So opposite of what this Jubilee was truly about.  I knew that the devil was behind that though so I made sure to walk away  grateful for those who God has placed in my life. Who love me for who I am in the Lord.  Who were thrilled to see me, those sweet spirits that greeted me with snug hug and warm kiss on the cheek.  Oh yes, the ones you are so thankful to be soldiers of the cross with.


I had the option of attending several different sessions but the two that caught my eye were, “Raising Godly Children” and “The wounded woman Finding God in her Pain.”

They were both awesome but I am going to share my notes on the wounded woman one.


Pastor’s wife, Kay Campbell was the speaker. She was a great teacher!

I walked away with my head held high, thanking God for some of the hardest trials in my life because I finally believed that they can be used for the good.


Here is what she had to say:

“We learn and grow through difficulties”

“What has happened to us, is now the past and cannot be changed”

“God knows His plans for our lives”

“Don’t let satan deceive you in being scared of God’s will for our lives”

‘Abiding in Christ’ means you can say “ For this, I have Jesus”

“You are not facing anything that God hasn’t already – we are partakers in His suffering”

“Some wounds are to reveal God’s glory”

“When was the last time you gave your wounds to the Lord?”

“Try not to spend all your time thinking about the wounds, or talk about it, it only causes you to remember and re-live the pain”

And my favorite, “You never know how strong your anchor is until you need it”


What to do when Wounds come our way:

  1. Allow the Lord to turn your wounds into something beautiful.
  2. Realize the God has a specific plan for your life.
  3. Know that this pain does not last forever.
  4. Remember that God heals. (Nothing is too hard for Him)
  5. Realize that some the greatest ministries can come out of our wounds. (God can usher us in more meaningful ways for our life)

Why would God allow us to Face Wounds?

  1. Prove our faith! (wounds have a way to reveal our faith)
  2. Increase our strength (thru trials)
  3. Draw us closer to the Lord

Reactions to have when encountering wounds:

  1. Rejoice in what God is doing and will do in your life (1 The 5:16)
  2. Review your life
  3. Rely on Him (1 Pet 4:19)

When wounds surround you, follow David’s example in Psalm 61

  1. Cry to Him Hear my cry, O God; attend unto my prayer
  2. Run to Him From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I;
  3. Find shelter in Him for thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy
  4. Abide in Him – <forever, stay there> I will abide in thy tabernacle for ever:
  5. Trust Him I  will trust in the covert of thy wings.

Trust Him when dark doubts assail thee

Trust Him when thy strength is small

Trust Him when to simply thrust Him seems the hardest thing of all.


Trust Him, He is ever faithful

Trust Him, for His will is best

Trust Him, for the heart of Jesus is the only place to of rest.


I hope that these notes may be a blessing to you as they were for me!

Makena is growing up so quick!  Everyday she learns something new and as she learns, she is teaching me.

These past few weeks, God has revealed through Makena some truths about what He meant in Matthew 18:1-4

At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?
And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them,
and said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.

I love Makena so much and there isn’t anything in the world that I wouldn’t give or do for her. There is this complete innocence about a child that I never noticed until I had my own.  I look at her and am humbled at the thought that God is our Father and He loves us so much more than we can ever love another.

When I take a little long to get her bottle ready, or take a little long picking her up when she needs consolation, you can always count that she will receive me with a giant smile and arms wide open. She isn’t upset with me nor does she hold it against me or reminds me about it.  As I contemplated her actions, I was moved with much compassion that her grace supersedes it all.  She so quickly forgot that mommy wasn’t there exactly when she needed me.  She forgot about her hunger for a few moments to receive mommy with gladness.  Nothing else in the world matters to her, she trusts that mommy has arrived and will now meet her every need.  There is no need of convincing a child to trust, it comes naturally.

How many times does God come to us to meet our needs and we push him away?  How many times does God come through for His children and yet we still do not trust Him? Time and time again we fail Him, yet his grace is immeasurable. He is there, He is always there.  Even when we are deep in sin or walking righteously with him. He is there.

May we consider and whole heartedly desire that we too have the spirit of a child. No matter how tough life gets, no matter who hurts us. May we turn to God, smile and stretch forth our hands to Him knowing that everything is going to be alright. He is our Father and He rules the world!

“For this child I have prayed…”

Makena has been a bundle of joy since she came into our life.  She is smiling now, sitting up for longer periods of time (before she tumbles sideways) she is squealing, ‘talking’ and is responding to the game peek-a-boo.  I find myself putting more things off or on hold for later just to play with her.  I told Andrew today that I look forward to awake time with her because she is so much fun to be with.  She has the ability to turn any gloomy day bright.

Makena is naturally independent and can keep herself entertained while I get things done around our home.  But as each day goes by I realize she is also growing up so fast.

Soon she will be crawling, walking and then leaving home and getting married.

Psalm 39:4 Lord make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am

So today I made a commitment:

I will seize every moment she is awake to love on her.

I will play, talk, sing and pray over her every chance I get.

For I know that our next breath is not promised and the time we have now is a gift from God.

I also know that she is not ours but God’s.  We have a job to do – Andrew and I have been entrusted with the responsibility of training her up in the way that she should go.  We will teach her about her Heavenly Father who created her and died for her.

Every time I look into those beautiful eyes I can see a small picture of heaven.

More sleep please.

I woke very early today to surprise Andrew with a hot cup of Starbucks Coffee to go along with some scrambled ham, cheese and eggs.

Drew left the house about 7:45ish and I proceeded back to bed to catch up on some sleep before Makena woke up for the day.  As soon as I hit the bed I heard her talking and could hear the soft banging of her little legs unto her crib mattress. One of her favorite things to do while she waits for one of us to come get her.

I went in there to stick her paci in her mouth hoping she would go back to bed – who am I kidding right?  She is all smiles and leg flipping.  I make her a bottle and she decides 2 ounces is all she wants. So I think to myself, “awesome, she is too sleepy to eat! Back to the crib cage!”

I snuggled back in bed ahhhh so nice and comfy except Makena was not interested in going back to sleep.  After the 20th time of getting up and placing her paci in her mouth I thought, it would be a better idea if I just bring her to our bed. This way I can caress her head in hopes to make her sleepy and be right there if she spits her paci out.  Yes, I was being lazy, what do you expect I am sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy!

As I laid her down, I closed my eyes expecting her to get the point. I peeked open my eyes with hopes that she was doing the same. Nope. She was staring right back at me. She stared AND spit her paci in my face.  I did this at least 3 times and every time she did the same. Stare and spit her paci at me.  I love her little personality; she has a sense of humor like her parents. Thank goodness.

I was in denial for about 10 mins and reality finally sunk in . . . . SHE IS WIDE AWAKE, TIME TO GET UP!

I got us ready for a walk, she loves being outside. She is fascinated by all the tress in our neighborhood.  It was so nice outside, cool breeze, the birds were singing, the sun was shining and God is still on the throne.

After our walk, I fed her the rest of her bottle and now she sleeps peacefully in her crib.

And as for mommy, “Good night!”


I love Thursdays.

One day closer to having my husband home all to ourselves.  I have some extra time to write before I get to all my chores.  I have dishes to wash, kitchen to clean and a living room to tidy up.  I am so glad I stay home because I like making my own schedule. : )

Last night Drew and I had a very interesting topic of conversation.  Thought I’d share:

“Handicapped Christians,” this is a made up word by me describing how I feel sometimes.

I guess it’s a self pity word to describe how I feel after those fiery trials that have come into my life and have left me feeling “handicapped.”  I know it’s a lie from the man downstairs to keep me from moving forward.  He traps me by putting thoughts about how everyone else is living a happy go-lucky life while I am stuck with the consequences of sin.  What a shame isn’t it? That in spite of being so wonderfully blessed I can find something to steal my joy.  The joy of knowing that I will not have to endure hell’s fire, because God loved me so much that he DIED for ME!  Even before I was ever born He thought of ME on the cross!   After all, hell is a lot more serious than the bumps and falls of life.

So this morning, I made a promise to myself not to see myself as “handicapped” because  I can’t think of anyone who hasn’t been tried, tempted and has came up on top like Jesus.

We stumble, we fall but God said that ‘For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again.”  I am not perfect and neither is anyone else. But it’s up to me and you to determine what we are going to do when the trials smack us in the face.

This world is wicked, full of pain and sin however in the midst of it all we have our loving Heavenly Father who loves us so much! I am humbled at the thought that I serve the Creator of the universe, the God of David, and the God who would come down to die for all my sin so that I can live up in Heaven with Him one day.

God is good. In the high’s and low’s of life. He is good all the time.