Regaining Focus December 19, 2011

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I feel like I should start this blog post with “I’m so sorry.”


Who am I apologizing to? I’m not sure. I just know that over the past several months, I very slowly fell into that horrible thing called “busyness” – you know, doing a lot of really good things that take away from what God’s really asked you to do.

Without going into great detail and creating the longest blog post EVER, suffice it to say, my husband very gently sat me down and said, “You need to stop doing this and this.” I was like, “Oh, yeah…you’re right!”


BAM! Instant re-focus.


The devil’s job isn’t all that hard sometimes. He just sticks a couple thoughts in our heads and then we run with them until our vision is totally blurred and then one day we sit there and go, “So…what was I doing? What am I headed towards? I was passionate about something but I can’t quite put my finger on it…”


I realized that in the midst of doing some really “good things”, I lost the drive (and time) to be intentional about my home, my family, my alone time with the Creator and….the Sparrows.


I’m amazed at how down-sizing the activities of my life has immediately wiped away that foggy feeling of “What exactly am I doing?” and replaced it with “Oh, yes. I know exactly what I’m to do.”


So…here we go. As a leader of the SparrowFly team, I’ve dropped the ball but I’m not discouraged or afraid, because I know there is a passion that burns deep within each of us and it’s just waiting to re-ignite.


Not a sparrow falls without the Father knowing,



How to Love When You Don’t Feel It 24/7 June 24, 2011

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A couple of weeks ago my pastor, Jonathan Weibel, asked me to speak about the SparrowFly mission at church. I stood in front of these people I love so much and told the story. Afterwards, the thing most people commented on was how my passion inspired them. That was cool, because I wasn’t “trying to be passionate” in the way I delivered the message. Like I said, I was just telling the story.




My passion for the lost and praying for them seems to remain pretty consistent. When I workout, I look at our map of the  world and I pray for different countries (especially China because that’s the country my daughter wants to go to someday). I pray for people as they run or bike in front of our house. I pray for people in the grocery store who appear to be hurting or broken.


However, I don’t pray for the Sparrows 24/7. They are not constantly on my heart or in my thoughts. Every time I read something in scripture, I don’t immediately apply it to the Sparrows. I don’t dream about them at night and I don’t see pictures of them in my toast in the morning. In fact, if I’m being totally honest, there are days when I don’t think about them at all. I had a day like that just two days ago. I was beating myself up because I hadn’t spent time on my face weeping for the souls of the Sparrows. I was feeling weighed down with that all-consuming, heavy cloak we know as GUILT. Yuck.


But something wonderful happened. Colette, a friend who’s on the SparrowFly team, Facebooked (Is that a verb now??)  me that she had been praying for the Sparrows and God took her to Psalm 25:15-18 to pray over them. When I read that I smiled. The Lord was saying, “Janet, this is why you don’t do things alone. When your passion wavers, it’s burning bright in somebody else. It’s wonderful to share passion. Don’t be jealous when somebody else is burning and you’re flickering. Keep praying and obeying and your passion will be a mighty flame once again.”


Now I find comfort in knowing that there’s an incredible group of women who are sharing a passion for the Sparrows. If I’m not on my knees, somebody else probably is. And for those times when I am calling out to the Creator on behalf of those girls, someone else on the team may not be thinking about them at all. And that is just fine.


Passion was meant to be shared.


Not a sparrow falls without the Father knowing,