Cassie's Nimble Nuggets

Are you carrying plastic pearls? I remember a story my mom once told me about a little girl whose father loved her. This little girl had a string of plastic pearls that she loved. She wore them everywhere, she put them away at night right beside her bed, and she placed them back on ever y morning. She loved them very much. One night as her father was tucking her into bed he asked her "Daughter would you give me your pearls." the little girl was devastated, horror showed on her face "NO Daddy! These are my pearls, I love them, you gave them to me." The father smiled and said "Ok, he put her to bed, kissed her head and she went to sleep secure in knowing she still had the plastic pearls she loved. Every night he would ask her and every night she would respond the same. With fear she would respond clutching and holding onto her string of pearls every night. One night the father came in and his little girl was holding the pearls tightly

Busy Reflections Thanksgiving this year was so peaceful we had my inlaws over for lunch, then went to my parents for desert and played Yahtzee.  I never remember playing games with my parents and as we sat around the table me, my husband, my parents, and my sister.  I looked at my mom "Why didn't we do this when I was little?"  She said openly "Because I let the enemy steal what was important."  I love my mom because she is open but also it is my biggest fear to follow down this same path.  So when I picked up Allie Worthingtons' "Breaking Busy"  I honestly wanted to break busy and keep it from stealing what was stolen from me.  I can say that this book for me was like sitting down with a big sister and having her share her stories with me.  I cried when I heard how God sat her down and how he adjusted her perspective.  The first four chapters just sucked me in.  But two chapters hit me the hardest:  Editing and Thoughts. Me Busy?? I

                                    Are we THERE yet? I have three children and we have gone on countless car rides,  it never seems to fail that at some point one of them will ask “Are we there yet?”  I have even said it to my mom while she is driving.  Well, really if she is driving I am more praying “God just please let me get there in one peace. (My mom has made it her mission to get people saved, one ride at a time. Get in a car with her once and you will find Jesus) What is THERE?   When I turned eighteen I drove by myself from rural Ohio to  big city Atlanta. (I don’t know what my parents were thinking)  I got arrested with in my first two weeks (another blog sometime) broke up with my highschool sweetheart, dealt with my brother getting  kicked out of college, started dating a jerk (I can say that it's my blog) and made decisions based on this list that I thought I needed to do. It’s not a shock that in the span of four months my life went from exciting to exhaus

Ok so just to be clear I was a fearless child and teenager, I spent more time playing in trees, climbing in them and building in them. I loved the woods,  there was just something calming about being in the forest surrounded by trees.  I live in Ohio  Valley so there are hills all around and I grew up in the valley.  Now there are plains in Ohio and I hate them, they are boring to look at and although some people like them, I do not.  Their is nothing to climb, nothing to hide in, nothing to lose yourself in. This is how I see my spiritual wilderness, flat land that I can see the same thing far away, there's nothing different as far as the eye can see.  Our season of wilderness is boring, quiet, and frustrating.  It was in the season of the wilderness that God cut away a whole generation to die in the desert.  How does this apply?  Well here it is: Your deliverance came from God and had more to do with Him than you.  Your wilderness comes from you and has more to do with