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God’s Love Trumps My Guilt Every Time

14 Tuesday Oct 2014

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freedom, grace, guilt, love

This morning as I walked on the beach and looked at the endless expanse of water, all I could think was:
The Love of GodThose words always paint a picture for me when I am at the beach.  Interestingly, no one knows who wrote them.  There is speculation that they were penned by a man living in an insane asylum.  If that’s the case, he understood something in the midst of his insanity that I can rarely grasp.  He knew and understood the expanse of God’s love.  Not guilt – love!

I love that God and life continually bless me with new friendships.  It’s one of His greatest gifts to me and I am especially blessed when those friendships endure the test of time.  One of those friends is named Glenda.

I met Glenda about 20 years ago.  My husband was travelling the country at the time and had met Glenda’s family 2 years prior.  His love for them was immediate.  They didn’t live particularly close to us so when Tim kept asking if I would go meet them, I honestly didn’t see the point.  While I genuinely love people, I’m not generally a camp-out-with-them kind of girl.  But because it was important to Tim, I agreed to stretch myself and head north.  It was one of the best decisions I ever made in my life.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI could tell you a lot about Glenda, but all you need to know for the purpose of this particular blog is that Glenda has taught me volumes about letting go of guilt.  And, more so, she has taught me about never picking it up in the first place.   She lives by the I’m-not-carrying-that-around-with-me philosophy.

It’s a simple philosophy.  If God convicts her about something, she confesses.  Then she drops it and leaves it.  Yes, really.  She LEAVES it!  It’s been quite a revelation to me of what is possible in the life of the Christian.

And about those things that involve self –imposed guilt or people-imposed guilt?  They don’t get ten seconds of her time.  Proper discipline of her children and now grandchildren?  No guilt.  Saying no because her plate is full?  No guilt.  Sleeping late?  No guilt.  More than two cookies at a time?  No guilt.  Not exercising today?  No guilt.  Buyer’s remorse?  None.  Choosing Biblical principles over political correctness?  No guilt.  Not supporting a cause that buried deep runs against her convictions?  No guilt.

I’m not hard wired that way.  I live more by the hello-guilt-can-I-give-you-a-piggy-back-ride philosophy.  It’s a complicated philosophy.  And it’s exhausting.
Guilt-tripIt’s a philosophy that often puts self and people on equal footing with God even though we’re not on equal footing – ever.

And carrying guilt so often gets in the way of understanding and experiencing God’s love.

So, today, I just want to remind you of the nature of God.  His nature is love.  I’m choosing to quote familiar passages using less familiar versions.  Why?  Because I hope that it will be harder for you to just mindlessly quote your way through if I use a version you haven’t committed to memory.

This is how much God loves you…

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The Lord your God is in the midst of you, a Mighty One, a Savior [Who saves]! He will rejoice over you with joy; He will rest [in silent satisfaction] and in His love He will be silent and make no mention [of past sins, or even recall them]; He will exult over you with singing.  Zephaniah 3:17 Amplified Bible (AMP)

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This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again.  John 3:16-17 The Message

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Instead, immense in mercy and with an incredible love, he embraced us. He took our sin-dead lives and made us alive in Christ.  Ephesians 2:4 The Message

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So today I celebrate.  I celebrate by the sea.  I celebrate a God of grace and love.  I celebrate freedom from false guilt.  And I’m really okay if you want to join my party.  In fact, consider yourself invited.   I’ll welcome you…even though I’m not a camp-out-with-you kind of girl.

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By the way; where are we going for dinner?

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It’s Going to Be Okay

08 Wednesday Oct 2014

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broken hearted, Christian struggles, Christians don't have problems, Comfort, He became flesh, It's going to be okay, Jesus wept, Losing a child, Sickness in the life of a Christian

About a month ago I sent the following sign to my friend whose husband is currently out of work for the second time.
It's going to be okay
I think I sent it because I’ve been there and it expressed the sentiment I so desperately wanted to be true when we were writing that chapter in our own lives.  If you’ve never been out of work, the chapter has the following subtitles:  How long?  What affect will this have on our family?  Will anyone else employ me?  What kind of loser am I and why did I never know I was a loser before now?  What about insurance?  How will we pay our bills?  What if the house doesn’t sell?  What if the house does sell?

And you keep repeating, “It’s going to be okay.”  Then you will yourself to believe it.  After all, it’s the Christian thing to do right?  It’s much like saying, “I’ve read the end of the book and WE WIN!”  And while I haven’t spent a whole lot of time reading the end of the book (mostly because it just confuses me so I’ve decided to just be ready) I do know it’s true.

But then there are the todays when I wrestle with the “It’s going to be okay” cheer-up philosophy.  Because some things in life just never feel like they will be okay.  And I wonder if we do ourselves and our friends a disservice when we, in essence, smack them on the back and tell them not to make us uncomfortable with their struggle or their sorrow…because, honestly, it’s just easier to be around people who laugh a lot and have the world by the tail.

And then you hear about the parent(s) who just lost their child.  When is it going to be okay for them?  You can talk out loud to your computer screen if you want to…when.is.it.going.to.be.okay?  I’ve seen it provide incredible avenues of ministry for those parents, but okay?  It’s never okay.

And you meet the child whose monster father kept coming into her bedroom at night.  Does “I’ve read the end of the book and we win!” fix that?…ever?

Enter the infertile woman who can’t bear to even show up at church on Mother’s Day for the passing out of the marigold and petunia seeds because every seed is a reminder of what never took root in her.

This year, in nine months’ time, I watched my brother-in-law and sister-in-law lose all four of their parents.  They really aren’t okay.

And the neighbor-become-friend whose 50+ parents were both killed when their plane crashed and burned.  Believers?  Absolutely!  Okay?  That would be a “no.”

Maybe your spouse destroyed your dreams of a happily-ever-after when news of their unfaithfulness rocked your world.

And the beat goes on…childhood cancer, brain cancer, ALS, children who walk away from faith, accidents with life altering injuries, friends who betray.

I’ve always struggled with the balance between “With Jesus I’m okay” and “I’m really not okay.”

Today that struggle took me straight to the story of Lazarus.  To make a long story short, Lazarus died.  Jesus friend Lazarus, the one He loved a lot.  Dead.  And when Jesus got to the hometown of Lazarus He found that Mary and Martha, the sisters of Lazarus, were not okay.

Martha got to Jesus first and He told her, “Your brother will rise again.”  Or, in today’s language, “It’s going to be okay.”   I wonder if He patted her on the back.  Then Mary found Him and the very exchange that we laughed about as kids is the one that speaks straight to me as an adult.

You remember, as kids, how it went.  “Memorize a scripture verse by next week.”  And who of us didn’t come back at least once with John 11:35?  JESUS WEPT.  Shortest verse in the Bible.  Least effort.  Finished that assignment in record time.
Jesus weptAn assignment that is maybe the best example of He became flesh and moved into the neighborhood. (John 1:14 MSG)  The neighborhood.  My house.  Your house.  Moved in.

Here is what grips me.  So often I have felt that if I’m not okay then I’m not a very trusting Christian.  I even think we tell each other that at times.  But here, right here in the book of John, Jesus weeps with Mary in her sorrow.  In essence he says to her, “It’s okay that you aren’t okay.  I’m here and it’s still okay that you aren’t okay.  And I’ll be not-okay with you.”

What I love about it most is that Jesus knew He was there to raise Lazarus from the dead, there to make things okay; yet He still took time to weep with Mary over the loss of her brother and His friend.  Her sorrow mattered that much to Him.

Another part of The Story reminds me that “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever.”  (Hebrews 13:8)  Yesterday He wept with Mary in her pain and loss.

Today?  He weeps with you in your pain.  More than anyone, He knows how the story ends.  The ending is good.  Still, today, He weeps with you.

Be comforted my friend.  He weeps…with you.

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As for Me and My House, We Will Serve…the Coach or the Christ?

04 Saturday Oct 2014

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Christ, coach, corporate worship, family worship, millennials, rest, sabbath, sports

During my teenage years I lived in a parsonage in Alliance, OH.  At that time ours was a church blessed with a good size youth group.  Lots of teens = lots of stories and Scott always seemed to have the most and the best.

Scott lived in a neighboring town and was a high school athlete playing both baseball and basketball.  One Wednesday night he arrived at church in his baseball uniform with red on his face and fire in his soul.  It seems his mom showed up at the diamond, hailed Scott to the car and announced to the coach that it was time for church.  To hear Scott tell it, you would think Barbara showed up armed with everything but the diaper bag.  As for Barbara?  All I know is that Sandra Bullock landed her role in The Blind Side because Barbara wasn’t available.

barbaraThat was then and it was Wednesday night.  Today I can’t think of anyone who would collect their child from an athletic field on a Wednesday night in order to attend church, myself included.  That battle is over and the coach has won.  The same is true for every other night of the week.  It is what it is and we aren’t going back.

What has become increasingly concerning to me, really to the point of alarming, is that I know very few any more who are willing to collect their families and lead them to worship even on Sunday morning.  In fact, parents are their children’s biggest champions in missing Sunday worship.  It’s looking more and more like the coach is going to win a clean sweep on our worship as we sit in the stands and cheer him on.

And I wonder what God is doing as He sits in the stands waiting for our worship.

I have spent some years pondering how we as Christians should respond to the growing epidemic that tells our children that sports are god.  My thinking on this subject escalated as we navigated the waters with our own child.  Where would we draw the line?  Where SHOULD we draw the line?

These are the places where my head and my heart came into agreement:

1)  In our current overcommitted society, we are in desperate need of a Sabbath rest.

If what we do is work or go to school all week and then spend our weekends in the rush and stress of athletics, where does our Sabbath rest fit in?  We face our Mondays more exhausted than we left our Fridays.  Our children, the “always connected” generation, need to see us model a Sabbath rest.  We are their example.  What kind of model are you?  How exhausted are you?

rest2)  God calls us to corporate worship.

We were created for worship.  Although we can worship privately, God calls us to worship together, to encourage each other, to build each other up.

forsake not3)  The church needs you and your consistent presence in order to grow and see people won to Christ.

The church as a whole, working in harmony, can accomplish more than you as an individual.  But the whole is made up of individuals.  Families looking for a church need to be able to come into your church and see children and teens who can befriend their children and teens.  They need to see your cool kids there!

Consider these two quotes from Dr. Thom Rainer in The Unchurched Next Door:  “Eighty-two percent of the unchurched are at least somewhat likely to attend church if invited.”  82%!!  But how can you invite them if you aren’t going to be there yourself?  “Only two percent of church members invite an unchurched person to church. Ninety-eighty percent of church-goers never extend an invitation in a given year.”  Yikes.  I’d guess the local country club has a higher invite percentage than the church.  Again, if we aren’t going ourselves, how can we invite our unchurched friends or neighbors?

“But the church doesn’t have anything to offer my family.”  And you may be right.  Programs need faithful, committed people in order to be successful.  People willing to show up and serve.  Do you?  Are you?

4)  Millennials didn’t simply disappear from the established church.

Yes, some have walked away.  Yes, many churches refuse to reinvent themselves in order to stay relevant.  But, I’ve come to the conclusion that many millennials are simply imitating their parents; parents who have become lax themselves, parents who continue to look for a church that meets their needs rather than jumping in and becoming a part of the solution where they are.  Don’t blame the kids.  They didn’t start this.

exit_millennials5)  Missing church is the easiest habit to form.

A few years ago, stepping into an organized church was the hardest thing for me to do.  The organized church had wounded me deeply.  The most spiritual thing I could do on Sunday was stay home with my Bible and my coffee and meet with God from the privacy of my own chaise lounge.  And you know what?  I loved it!  I mean I REALLY loved it.  I make way better coffee than any church kitchen.  For the first time in my life I knew what Lionel Richie meant when he crooned, “…easy like Sunday morning…”  After living in a parsonage all my life, the only thing I could proclaim from my easy chair was “Who knew?”

coffee_bible4But I could not stay there because I need to hear God’s word proclaimed by God’s called.  I also could not stay there because I could make no difference from there.  I know, I’ve heard lots of people talk about their Sunday mission fields at the park or the gym, but I have never heard one salvation story come from these mission fields.  That is, after all, the main goal of a mission field; souls won to Christ.  If your response here is “Souls aren’t saved at my church either” then please revisit #3.

Now that you think I’m anti-sports, allow me to clarify:

1)  I love sports and I know the value of team work.  I’m an athlete of sorts myself and even have a few trophies to prove it.  My chosen sport usually takes place on Sunday mornings.  At times I participated.  Currently, my hip strongly opposes my sport so the decision is made for me and, honestly, it makes me a bit sad.  So I get it.

My issue is this:  Because church has become largely a Sunday morning only event, if I miss corporate worship on Sunday there is a two week hole in my corporate worship experience.  And if I participate in a seasonal travel sport, there is a months long hole – often a couple of times a year – in my corporate worship experience.  That’s not what God calls us to.  He also doesn’t call us to “emergency corporate worship” – that kind of worship where we show up and spend the hour frantically checking our watches in order to be out of there and at the ball field on time.

That kind of worship only reveals our fear of the coach rather than our awe of the Christ.

Yes, maybe you can handle sporadic or hurried worship for a season.  But what about your child(ren)?  Those whose spiritual development is entrusted to your care?  Those who cannot make sense of our schizophrenic worship attendance?  Those who can see straight through our obligatory worship when all along we had an opportunity to bring them into real worship?  They can and they do see it for exactly what it is.  So, what is it in your life?

2)  This isn’t only about sports.  Insert whatever it is that gets your worship time.  I now live in paradise where really fun parks, back yard pools, boats, beaches and any number of beautiful, restful, good things can keep parents from leading their families to a place of worship…for weeks on end…all year ‘round.  These places are just different looking ball fields.

Scott?  The Scott whose story started this blog?  Today he’s the head coach of the India National Men’s Basketball Team.  News flash:  Having his mom escort him to church on that fateful Wednesday night didn’t cost him his college scholarship or his career.  What it did, rather, was provide him with a solid Biblical foundation; a foundation that is now being used to tell lost young men about a Christ who can change their lives.  Under his leadership they have also become a successful ball team far exceeding expectations.  It would be labeled “win-win.”

I know it’s Saturday and Saturday isn’t the best day to post a new blog.  Internet traffic is light.  But tomorrow is Sunday.  The Lord’s Day for the Christian church.  So today – Saturday – I ask you, “What foundation are you laying for your children?  The coach or the Christ?”  It’s your choice and it’s your responsibility.

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“This Seat is Saved”

01 Wednesday Oct 2014

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Had Jesus turned up the chairs at His table saving seats only for those “like” Him and whom He considered worthy of friendship, we would have missed out on Luke’s gospel – the gospel writer most quoted when speaking of the birth of the Savior. As Eugene Peterson says in his introduction to the book of Luke, “Luke is a vigorous champion of the outsider. An outsider himself, the only Gentile in an all-Jewish cast of New Testament writers…” Think of the Christmas Eve services and the adorable pre-school programs and children’s musicals where we would have missed the words, “In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree…” had Jesus turned up the chair at the table when Luke entered the room.

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Cliques in the church should never be. Jesus set that example for us. Whose word in your life have you missed for turning up the chair at the table of fellowship?

And for those times in life when YOU have been the one searching for an unsaved seat in a crowded room, celebrate this observation from Eugene Peterson, “As Luke tells the story, all of us who have found ourselves on the outside looking in on life with no hope of gaining entrance (and who of us hasn’t felt it?), now find the doors wide open; we have been found, welcomed and redeemed by God in Jesus Christ.” Now THERE’S a table I’m so thankful had an available seat for me!

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Got Gay?

29 Monday Sep 2014

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Got gay?

Friends?  Family?

Two words:

Love them.

News flash:

Jesus does.

I love you God

1 John 4:9-11 In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him. In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.

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To Clap Or Not to Clap? That is One Question.

21 Sunday Sep 2014

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I’m thinking I may have to create a category titled “The Older I Get” because the conversations in my head seem to be landing there a lot these days.  For example, the older I get the more I ponder why we clap when we do and whether our choice of times to clap is appropriate.

This morning in church our pastor veered from his notes and made a Biblical statement about the sanctity of life.  He was careful to point out that his statement was not political; rather, it was taken straight from the pages of God’s word.  And it was.  And I was so proud of him because not many pastors are brave enough to go there these days.  It was refreshing.  And I said, “amen!” along with several others.

And then someone started clapping – loudly.  And suddenly I felt uncomfortable.  I have no idea who started the clapping and, even if I did, I would not presume to make a judgement call on the heart motive of the clapper.  It may have simply been their way of saying “amen!”

In the deep of me, this is what I thought.  “Someone(s) here has been through the horror of abortion.  Perhaps they have asked God to forgive them and they have been forgiven because that is what happens – even with abortion.  And perhaps the sudden clapping in a place where there is generally no clapping during a sermon will bring a new level of condemnation for them.  And if they feel condemned will they ever feel free to share their story?  After all, their story could change some one else’s life and maybe even save the life of an unborn child.  The shared story may even be a brand new place of freedom in their own life.  So, should I clap along because I really am so thankful that FINALLY what breaks the heart of God is being spoken out loud or is my amen enough?  Or is there even a difference between the two?”

So there is my question for today.  To clap or not to clap?

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Salute Your Scars

16 Tuesday Sep 2014

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As I read “Streams in the Desert” this morning I was reminded of the great cost of freedom. We watch and applaud those men and women who have fought for the freedoms we have – and we absolutely should. We shed tears and salute when we realize the loss of life and limb that comes with the cost. It is real. It is great. And if we aren’t careful we stand to lose those freedoms that came at so great a cost.

And then we compartmentalize our spiritual freedom as if the same rules do not apply. We talk as though if we are optimistic enough or spiritual enough that God should and will automatically bless us with health, wealth and happiness.

That is simply not the Story I read. Jesus neither arrived nor departed in comfort. And in between? Not so much. The road to Calvary was difficult, it was poor, it was not popular, it was dirty, it was filled with scars.

This morning I’ve thought about Mary and her road. I believe she would have read “Love You Forever” to her boy and shed a tear as she did. I cannot imagine the agony and emotional scars she bore as she watched life unfold for her beloved son.

I will admit to you that my years in the oasis of life have been my absolute favorite years. And I thank God that He gives us those kinds of years. However, my most productive years spiritually have been those years in the desert. I’ve been walking in the desert for several years with oasis moments and days sprinkled in. I have new scars.

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Here is what “Streams in the Desert” said today: “Would you like to be there (at the judgement seat) and see yourself pointed at as the one saint who never knew a sorrow? Oh, no! For you would be an alien in the midst of the sacred brotherhood. We will be content to share the battle, for we shall soon wear the crown and wave the palm.” -C.H. Spurgeon.

So, stand up and salute your scars with me today. They will be worth it when our final freedom is realized!

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Overthinking Inking

07 Sunday Sep 2014

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I’ve often said it would be fun to be one of the people who sit around a table all day naming things all while getting paid for sitting around a table all day naming things.  Lip stick and nail polish are two great examples.  Yes, you can find the standard Apple Red, Coral and Mocha, but have you ever looked past the standard, boring person who must be required at the table?  There you will find lip sticks named “Just Like Heaven” (really?) and “Barely Nude” which is not to be outdone by “Never So Nude.”  Next you can move on to the nail polish where you will find “I’m Baroque,” “No Pre-Nup” (which likely explains the former) and “Blowin’ Money Fast.”  I’m thinking someone at that table was in the midst of a very bad life experience.

Because naming things always looked appealing, I really thought naming a blog would be rather easy.  Boy was I ever wrong.  I started the process with my family and came up with a short list of possibilities, most of which were taken.  It would appear that we are the boring people at the table.  Next I enlisted the help of seven women who have been on this journey with me.  They definitely brought the fun I was expecting to the table.  They had some ideas like “Cup-o-Jo” and “Simply Speaking Now” but then things went south quickly with “Going Off Half Hancock,” “You Can’t Handle the Truth,” and “But then again, what do I know?”

Somewhere in the process “My Life in Ink” was born.  It wasn’t an instant favorite except with me and I decided that’s what matters.  I kept returning to it like a table full of sugar cookies at Christmas.  The deal was sealed when one of the women got my wheels turning with a design theme centered around news and ink.

The one nagging negative that kept surfacing as I did computer research was in wondering if people would assume my domain was a site about tattoos.

I’m not one who thinks tattoos are a bad thing.  My main issue with them is that they are permanent, expensive and can be addictive.  You really can cross a line into looking like a clown.  I have told our eighteen year old that waiting until she flips the calendar several more times before she chooses to put permanent ink on her body would be a display of the better part of wisdom.  I’ve also told her that if she can afford a tattoo then she must have more money than we thought she had to put on her own school bill.

Plus, as I researched inking I didn’t really like what I could or would often be associated with.

And then the light bulb went on.

Isaiah 49:16 tells me what God thought was important enough to tattoo on Himself.  It was ME.  And it is YOU.  The NIV says it this way:  “See I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.”  The Message says it this way:  “I have written your names on the backs of my hands.”

Me…and you…all down through history.  Me…and you…forever engraved on Him.

And I cannot get over the wonder of the two versions.  In the NIV I’m in the palm of His hands; the place where He can cover and protect me.  In the Message I’m on the backs of His hands; where I’m in His line of sight all day long.

And did you see that in both versions, I am not only on a singular hand?  I am in His care on every side. And so are you.

So ink it is.  I want “My Life in Ink.com” to be a reflection of knowing I am inked onto the very nature of God.  And the best part of all?  He never over-thought whether I was worth the inking.  I simply was….before the foundation of the world…chosen.  (Ephesians 1:4)

Celebrate being chosen with me.  Celebrate the ink.

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