I AM WOMAN...

Embracing who God created me to be

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solutions for the soul

we are passionate about knowing God.

we are positioned to love extravagantly.

we are purposeful about our destiny.

we are powerful in our influence.

we are poised for this moment.

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CONTENTS Summer ’09

IN EVERY ISSUE 6 CONTRIBUTORS

8 FYI Go Green

11 SOLUTIONS FOR THE SOUL Dear Debbie

13 SPICE Confessions of a Sugarholic

31 FITNESS Preventing Breast Cancer

33 BEAUTY Attacking Acne

34 PULSE Recommended Reading

SPOTLIGHT20 I Am Woman

One woman’s personal mission to reclaim the value of the word “woman.”by Jan Greenwood

FEATURES 9 Dig Faster

How friends are the spice of life. by Bridgette Morris

15 Adventures in MotherhoodFinding joy in every stage of motherhood. by Judy Brisky

17 Heart of a PrincessReaching your destiny in a not-so-fairytale world.by Marissa Star

19 Love RevelationLearning to love others … no matter what!by Rebecca Gates

2025 His Word, His Voice

Hearing God speak through His Word.by Mary Jo Pierce

27 Putting the Pieces TogetherA single mother’s journey of faith.by Wendy Hardin

29 Answering the CallThe day the Lord allowed one woman to be the answer to a friend’s prayer.by Kathy Henigan Jimerson

30 Embracing GraceDemonstrating God’s love to those in need.by Amy Ford

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a note from the editor

Hello My Pink Friends!Have you ever said or done something that labeled you? Have you ever been defined by one minor goof-up?

I was only a mere child—just barely old enough to string words into sentences—when I wandered into my dad’s workroom. He always enjoyed tinkering. On this particular day, his soldering iron (a tool to melt wires together) was heating. When I touched it, I apparently exploded into a dramatic display of emotion. As my dad cared for my wound, I scolded him with, “Daddy, why did you leave that there? You know how I am!”

“You know how I am” … those words would be repeated several times as I grew, not so much by me but rather my dad. At times when my dad felt like I was being a bit dramatic, the corners of his mouth would curl. And in a way that was never condescending, he would chuckle, “You know how you are,” which usually elicited at least a smile from me.

Early into my marriage, I had a series of “blonde” moments that never went unnoticed by my sweet, ever-observant husband. I wish I could report that those moments have all passed, that I never do anything remotely stupid and now my husband completely overlooks such rarities without even a joker’s smile. The truth is he highlights my blonde moments with a song that goes something like this: “Only you, can do the things you do.” As a newlywed, I didn’t always appreciate this attention, but as I have matured, the song has become the crowning glory to my moment.

Last summer, I joined a tanning salon to help me prepare for our Caribbean vacation. I asked my daughter and the young lady who processed my membership to tell me everything I needed to know. Amazingly, they both failed to give me one important piece of information. After several visits, Robert noticed that my backside was darker than my front, which sparked a discussion as to why that would be. Yes, you guessed it … I didn’t close the lid to the bed! Between his belly laughs, he eked out, “Only you!”

“Only you” can make a difference by being you. “You know how you are”—beautiful, loved, able, capable, positioned and passionate. In February, we revealed the new women’s ministry identity—Pink. For us, Pink is not just a color; it represents a company of women devoted to living the way we were created to live by our Maker. Just like color itself, there are countless hues that make up the women of Gateway; there are countless expressions of what a woman is. There are no cookie-cutter women here.

In this issue of Studio G, we explore just a few of the varied expressions of Pink. You will fall in love with some special women, see yourself in others and be inspired by their stories.

Blessings,

Why Studio G?The title, Studio G, was inspired

by Psalm 144:12 which is a

prayer asking God “that our

daughters may be as pillars,

sculptured in palace style.” The

name reminds us that we, as

Christian women, are in God’s

studio as unfinished works

of art. Studio G is committed

to reminding us of the ways

of the Master Sculptor as He

continues to fashion us into

“women of palace style.” In His

studio, we discover who we are

created to be and we come to

realize our true worth.

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contributors

Bridgette Morris This is Bridgette’s absolute favorite time of her life, probably because she recently got MARRIED! She loves her husband because he makes her better just by being himself. God has definitely created Bridgette with passions for music, reading, traveling and friendship. Bridgette has traveled and lived all around the world, but for her, Texas will always be home.

Judy Brisky Judy enjoys writing, speaking, encouraging moms, serving on the worship team and helping to oversee Gateway Home Educators (ghE). In her free time, her favorite things to do include going on dates with her husband Mike, watching her boys, Jacob (15) and Joel (12), play tennis, reading and eating Mexican food as often as possible!

Marissa Star Marissa is a daughter of the King, learning with every new day to rock her princess tiara. She loves to write (preferably with some fabulous chocolate nearby) about her many adventures in the land of motherhood while holding hands with Jesus. She has a passion for women to walk in grace and greatness through the revelation of God’s love.

Jan Greenwood Jan believes it’s the simple things that really matter—faith, family and friends. No matter where she is, her heart to bless and her creative communication style bring life and laughter to every situation. On top of being a wife to Mark and mom to four amazing kids, she’s a fan of Facebook and Twitter, loves to Google just about everything and is totally addicted to her laptop and Blackberry.

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Mary Jo Pierce As the second-born of five girls, Mary Jo learned early on how to find a quiet place as well as how to get a word in edgewise. Both served as a great training ground for prayer and intercession. She loves the quietness of her prayer room and the joy of agreeing prayer. She thanks God every day for the honor of serving the Gateway family through the Prayer & Intercession Ministries.

Wendy Hardin Passionate about kids and family, Wendy loves grilling and baking for family and friends. She also enjoys jogging with Bluebelle, the family’s marathon puppy! Wendy is the mother of two children, Jessica and Adam.

Kathy Henigan Jimerson Kathy loves to tell stories that inspire, encourage and motivate people to find their purpose and live it! Kathy is passionate about helping people understand that God has a good plan for each one. She enjoys writing and motivating women that no matter what age or where you are in life, “all things do work together for good.” Kathy and her husband, Phil, have been married for 43 years and have three married children and five wonderful grandchildren.

Amy Ford Amy Ford has been married 11 years and is the busy mom of three beautiful children: Jess (10), Mackenzie (7) and Landry Rose (2). Amy co-leads a Gateway Group for single, pregnant women called Embrace Grace and a group that peacefully prays outside abortion clinics called Pray for Life. She loves to sing as loud as she can (when no one is around), cheer for her kids, throw parties for her friends and go on date nights with her man.

Rebecca Gates Rebecca is a wife and mom who has recently been rediscovering herself after eight years of being defined only as the mother of three boys. Besides being a fast food chef, deodorizer and diaper changer, she has also developed a love for writing and relating to the needs of other women.

by NATASHA BROWN

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In the past, “going green” meant that you were either some sort of weird hippie with no sense of personal hygiene or a crazed scientist predicting the death and doom of our planet. Not so much anymore! With the endorsement of many Hollywood stars and prominent leaders, going green has become a fast-growing trend. If you’ve picked up a magazine lately—any magazine—it’s hard to miss the numerous ways for you to become eco-friendly.

GOGREEN!

While most of the opportunities to go green can be rather costly, here are some inexpensive ways to begin:

1 BYOB—BRING YOUR OWN BAG for grocery shopping. Almost all stores sell their own now, and most of them look pretty chic (say goodbye to the ol’ bag lady!). Not only do these cut down on the number of plastic bags used, they’re also larger and sturdier. You can carry more items in one cloth bag, and you can carry it on your shoulder—freeing up your hands to chase after your kids or grab your car keys.

FACT: For every 14 plastic bags you don’t use, you save one mile’s worth of petroleum (ABeautifulLie.org).

2 When you’re out and have to use the restroom, USE FEWER PAPER TOWELS AFTER WASHING YOUR HANDS. I just started realizing that I was throwing away 4–5 paper towels when 1–2 dried my hands perfectly. Imagine how much paper we would save!

FACT: The paper industry is the world’s third largest contributor to global warming (ABeautifulLie.org).

3 DISABLE YOUR SCREENSAVER. There’s no reason for your computer to remain on when you’re not there. Have your computer hibernate instead to save some energy.

FACT: Telstra, the largest phone company in Australia, removed all corporate screen savers from the 36,000 computers in its offices, which is the equivalent of removing 140 cars off the road for a year (AustralianScent.org).

4 USE ENVIRONMENTALLY-FRIENDLY PRODUCTS. These are available at most stores and are not only safe for your family, but they are also made out of biodegradable products and are never tested on animals.

FACT: The cute guys behind Method Cleaning Products have come up with 100% natural products that also come in cool and hip designs (MethodHome.com).

5 CHECK THE PRESSURE IN YOUR TIRES. Driving with deflated car tires consumes extra gas (and ultimately extra $$$). Make sure your car tires are inflated to the proper pressure.

FACT: If everyone took 30 seconds to inflate their tires to the proper pressure, we would save 200,000 barrels of oil a day (ABeautifulLie.org).

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NATASHA works at Gateway Church as Media Coordinator and does photography on the side. She enjoys taking her dog to the doggie park, eating good food with her husband and Twittering on her iPhone.

Being a friend takes time, effort and two handfuls of God’s grace.

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by BRIDGETTE MORRIS

“Dig faster. Dig faster!”I’m not sure what went wrong between the pedal and the metal, but we were stuck. I will admit it was my idea to drive the gold Jeep Cherokee off the empty road, and it was also my lack of driving skills that led us to our current predicament. But regardless of who was at fault, the simple fact was, my four friends and I were stuck in the middle of nowhere with our only set of wheels sinking into a sandpit.

It was the summer before my junior year of high school, and my best friends and I were on our first of many road trips. We had all been such “good little girls” that our parents felt at ease about us going on a road trip. But as we passed the hidden and vacant beach, I had no choice but to head straight for it. Nothing could slow us down now. No small shrubbery or huge mounds of dirt could take away our freedom! After gunning it over a rather large hill and flying through the air with the wind in our hair, we landed with a thud in a sandpit.

And that brings me back to why we were digging. From the looks of it, we weren’t getting out with another push of the pedal. So we each got on our knees and began digging, but unfortunately, this was a completely deserted beach, which meant there was no one to help us.

The unique thing about my group of friends is that we are each so very different. We have a nurse, a politician, a jock, an artist and me—a stylist. We are a living, breathing “sisterhood of the traveling pants,” and when we face struggles, we each deal with them differently. A few girls get quiet, a few get a little frustrated, and I basically just freak out … in a graceful way, of course. But our differences have never been an issue; we have always encouraged

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and supported each other. In fact, our differences have often come in handy. In high school, it helped us get both in and out of trouble. We each bring something different and special to the group. I think that is what being a friend is all about. Being friends with only those who are just like you can be so bland, while having someone who thinks and acts differently than you adds some spice to your life.

I love being surrounded by all kinds of different personalities. I believe God designed women to be like a decadent dessert filled with lots of tasty ingredients and loaded with toppings, each bringing out the flavors of the women around them. God designed us to help each other, whether that means throwing a baby shower or helping clean a shower. Women are meant to support and work together with other women.

Being a friend takes time, effort and two handfuls of God’s grace. Being a friend is using both of your ears and only half of your mouth. Being a friend is praying, laughing, crying and giving up your last tampon in the mall bathroom to save a shopping trip.

A friend is someone who keeps your secrets and gives godly advice. A friend loves you even when you’re rude and PMSing. Being a friend is lifting someone out of her situation and helping her get back on her feet.

Although we’re all so very different, my friends and I have a central belief that God is the almighty, omniscient ruler of the universe and we are here on earth to see His kingdom grow. I find so much comfort in knowing I have women to stand by me; women who actively encourage me to make the best decisions for my life. With godly friends encouraging you, no one can stay stuck in a pit of sinking sand for long.

Now to end my story … although we were actually unable to dig ourselves out of the sinking sand, we were able to work as a team to chase down an overall-wearing angel driving a tractor so that he could pull us out. Even with great friends beside you, sometimes God needs to send someone new into your life to help. Being open to new relationships is also part of our journey.

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Dear Debbie

Solutions For The Soul

QMy younger brother has been in and out of trouble for most of his life. My elderly mother

has exhausted much of her retirement savings trying to help him. Over the years, she has paid for his rehab and bail. After jail or rehab, he doesn’t continue on the straight-and-narrow long before finding a new set of troubles. Knowing that my mother is no longer able to help, I feel a sense of responsibility to try and help him since I’m his only sibling. My husband and I have prayed for him and tried talking to him, but it doesn’t seem like it has any effect.

A I am so sorry for you and your family. Your brother has allowed the Enemy to steal so much from him as well as your family. One of the

greatest revelations I’ve ever received in ministry is that we don’t get into the pit overnight and we usually don’t get out overnight. Your brother’s decisions have resulted in his living conditions, and you’re not responsible for his decisions or the consequences. So resist the temptation to feel guilty.

I encourage you to have your husband talk to your brother when it comes to requests for money or to come live with you. Your husband will be able to discern more accurately

your brother’s real needs and the condition of his heart. As his sister, your role is to pray for him, speak truth to him and most importantly, love him. Love him by reminding him of his strengths.

It may be hard to watch your brother suffer the consequences of his decisions, but it may be those consequences that turn his heart. Remember, only when the prodigal son had to eat the food given to pigs did he remember the good life at his father’s house. That’s when there was a turning point in his heart, and he decided to humble himself and go home.

Recently, my brother got out of jail and needed a place to go. He contacted me pleading to allow him to come live with us for a few weeks. I wanted to let him, but my husband didn’t feel like it would be a good decision for our family. His main concern was the influence my brother would have on our two boys, which I completely understood and supported. However, it was so hard to tell my brother no. He won’t take my calls now, and I feel so much guilt. Do you think we made the right decision?

~SAD SIBLING

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QMy son’s a very good boy, and he constantly amazes me, but last year wasn’t

a good year for him at school. Although I saw him make some incredibly wise decisions along the way, I also saw his pain when he lost his friends as a result of those decisions. I fear he doesn’t appreciate the significance of his decisions and the rewards. I’m concerned that the consequences of his decisions have made him think that doing the right thing costs too much, and I’m afraid that this year he won’t have the same resolve to stand up for what is right. Any advice?

~WORRIED MOMMA

A It sounds like your son is an amazing young man who deserves praise for standing up for his beliefs. Praise is one of the greatest ways

a mother can influence her son. Praise and honor are a man’s number one need, and young men respond to praise just like adult men do. Look for ways to praise and reward him when his decisions are honorable. Help him see the ways God has rewarded him over this past year.

The hardest part of parenting is trusting God to do what only He can do. No matter how hard we try, there are things that we as parents just can’t do for our children no matter how much we want to. However, we can be active in the lives of our kids without them ever knowing just how involved we are. The key to our involvement is prayer. Although we can’t always go with them and coach them on what to say or do, we can pray. We can’t script the scenes of their lives, but we can pray. The point is, “pray without ceasing.”

In a nutshell, praise and pray. That may sound over-simplified, but I promise you, those are two of the most powerful tools you have.

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Growing up, there were very few sweets in my house. My mom fed us organic food, lots of vegetables and whole grains, and we were very limited on sweets. Instead of Kool-Aid, it was organic carrot juice. To replace popsicles, it was frozen bananas. If we wanted

cookies or candy, well, we usually just didn’t get any! There were four kids in my family, and we were allowed to have one caffeine-free Coke every Sunday split between all four of us. Do you know how much that gave each of us? This will give you an idea: we would split the Coke evenly into small Dixie cups, and I would add water to mine to make it last just a little longer! I am very grateful that my mom fed us so well, but I do have to say that I was a little sugar deprived.

Now, I absolutely lovE sweets! My husband says I am a “sugarholic.” All that to say, I love baking. Unfortunately, my husband likes hardly any sweets, but here are a few of his favorite recipes … and the only ones he’ll actually eat! I hope you enjoy them as much as we do!

DELUXE CHEESECAKE

(I prepare a graham cracker crust in a springform pan before I start making the cheesecake.)

3 (8-ounce) packages cream cheese, softened

1 cup sugar

3 large eggs

½ teaspoon vanilla extract

1 (16-ounce) carton sour cream

3 Tablespoons sugar

½ teaspoon vanilla extract

Beat cream cheese at high speed with an electric mixer until creamy; gradually add 1 cup sugar, beating well. Add eggs, one at a time, beating after each addition. Stir in ½ teaspoon vanilla. Pour into prepared crust. Bake at 375 degrees for 35 minutes or until cheesecake is set.

Beat sour cream at medium speed for 2 minutes Add 3 Tablespoons sugar and ½ teaspoon vanilla; beat 1 additional minute. Spread over cheesecake. Bake at 400 degrees for 5 minutes. Cool to room temperature on a wire rack; once cooled, cover and chill 8 hours.

Yield: 12 servings

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by HANNAH MORRIS

HANNAH Loves spending time with her two boys: husband Josh and son Grady. She enjoys relaxing at home—whether it’s playing outside with her two-year-old or watching a movie on the couch with Josh. Hannah has recently been discovering new hobbies she likes such as sewing, baking, decorating cupcakes, running, shopping and riding bikes.

KEY LIME PIE3 egg yolks

1 (14-ounce) can sweetened condensed milk

½ cup key lime juice or regular lime juice

⅓ cup sifted powdered sugar

1½ teaspoons grated lime rind

MERINGUE3 egg whites

¼ teaspoon cream of tartar

⅓ cup sugar

½ teaspoon vanilla extract

Key Lime Pie: Beat first 5 ingredients in a bowl at medium speed with an electric mixer for 1 minute or until well-blended. Spoon into desired crust.

Meringue: Beat egg whites and cream of tartar in a grease-free bowl at medium speed with an electric mixer until soft peaks form (tips of meringue will curl when you lift beaters). Gradually add sugar, 1 Tablespoon at a time, beating at high speed until stiff peaks form and sugar dissolves (2–4 minutes). Add vanilla, beating just until blended.

Spread meringue over filling, sealing to edge of pastry. Bake at 325 degrees for 30 minutes or until golden. Cool completely on a wire rack. Chill 2 hours before serving.

Yield: 8 servings

MONSTER COOKIES

½ cup butter or margarine, softened

1 cup sugar

1 cup plus 2 Tablespoons firmly-packed brown sugar

2 cups peanut butter

3 large eggs

1 teaspoon light corn syrup

¼ teaspoon vanilla extract

4½ cups regular oats, uncooked

2 teaspoons baking soda

¼ teaspoon salt

1 cup candy-coated chocolate pieces

1 cup (6 ounces) semisweet chocolate morsels

Beat butter at medium speed with an electric mixer until creamy; gradually add sugars, beating well. Add peanut butter and next 3 ingredients; beat well. Add oats, soda and salt; stir well. Stir in chocolate pieces and morsels. Dough will be stiff.

Pack dough into a ¼-cup measure. Drop dough 4 inches apart onto lightly-greased cookie sheets. Lightly press each cookie with fingertips into a 3½-inch circle.

Bake at 350 degrees for 12–15 minutes (centers of cookies will be slightly soft). Cool slightly on cookie sheets; move to wire racks to cool.

Yield: 2½ dozen

Apples of Gold is a Gateway Group for women in their first three years of marriage. It is designed to allow older women to encourage them in the Word and teach them practical principles related to cooking, homemaking and hospitality.

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A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver.

Proverbs 25:11

by JUDY BRISKY

When I was a little girl, I liked playing house. My imaginary home was nice, always clean and tidy (Hey, it’s my imagination!) … and I had children.

Sometimes I pretended to be a stay-at-home mom; other times, I was a mom with a career.

Today, I’m a “big girl,” and I still play house, only now it’s for real. My home is nice and (almost) always clean and tidy, and I have two sons, Jacob (15) and Joel (12). I’m a stay-at-home, homeschooling mom who works full-time. Because when you’re a mom, you’re automatically a full-time worker whether it’s in the home (like me) or out in the workforce (maybe like you).

I love being known as “Jacob and Joel’s Mom.” I love everything about it. Every stage along the journey of motherhood has brought me joy. Please don’t misunderstand, I’m not saying

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there haven’t been challenges, sleepless nights or frustrating moments, but the joys greatly overshadow these.

First and foremost, I see myself as a life-giver. As a mom, I bring life to my children through my words, actions and prayers.

Moms really are cheerleaders! Both of my young men are avid tennis

players, and watching them play and compete seems to bring out this primal thing in me. Yes, they do tend to sweat quite a bit, and yes, that “boy” smell is quite fragrant, but I’ll tell you what, nothing beats yelling—I mean cheering them on—when they play. I’ve learned how to best encourage them. One prefers a low-key approach, the other a bit more exuberance, and I am happy to comply. As moms, it’s so important for us to know what works for our children so that we can encourage them in a way that really shows how much we love them and believe in their God-given abilities.

Just recently, during a break in his tennis match, one of my boys asked me to please cheer louder and with more enthusiasm. He was in the middle of a tough match and needed to hear my voice and know I was there rooting for him. What an honor! Next time you’re at your child’s sporting event or sitting at home reading a book together, ask him or her what makes them feel encouraged. Maybe it’s a hug, a word of affirmation or a special look that only you can give.

Proverbs 18:21 tells us that “death and life are in the power of the tongue.” What we speak to and into our children stays with them for the rest of their lives. It’s important for us to choose our words wisely and tell our kids daily that they’re a joy to us and they have special giftings God specifically gave to them to impact His kingdom. No matter how old our children get, they need to hear our encouragement.

Years ago one of my sons played on a baseball team whose coach was short on affirmation. One day our family was in the car and we were talking about when God gives words of encouragement through people that it’s called being prophetic. My son quickly piped in, “That’s what my coach called our team … prophetic.” I thought for a moment and wondered if this could be true. Silently, I prayed asking the Lord for direction and then asked

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my son, “Did your coach say you were all prophetic or pathetic?” “That’s it,” he said, “Pathetic. Is that the same as prophetic?” “Not quite,” I explained. It was an example of how death is spoken over our families and we must be sure to speak life-giving words every chance we get.

Not everything about being a mom has come easily for me. I continue to work out the kinks. My challenges have included cooking, cleaning and laundry … the bIg thREE! Because my actions are important in bringing life to my family, I’ve learned to make adjustments. I try to keep a weekly menu and have a cleaning schedule (the boys help with this!). I also make sure the laundry gets done a little bit every day. My home doesn’t run perfectly all the time, but there’s peace, food and clean clothes … at least most of the time.

Moms can’t pray enough. I think our knees are such important parts of our bodies. I know the times I’ve spent on mine have gotten me through some tough seasons.

When one of my sons was younger, he exhibited his strong-will gifting on a regular basis. In other words, he frequently wanted to do things his way. It was challenging. Many times I wanted to just give in and let him have his way. I was tired and seeing little results in the way of training him, but God gave me the verse from Galatians 6:9, “And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.” I wish I could tell you it was a short season, but it wasn’t. I spent much time praying and seeking God’s wisdom, guidance and strength. He faithfully provided everything I needed and gave me creative ways of teaching and training my son during this time. Today I see the fruit in my son’s life. He loves the Lord and seeks to follow His Word, and I know with certainty that God will use his “strong-will gifting” for His glory and purpose.

I have a “mom” verse that serves as my mission for motherhood: “Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus” (1 Thessalonians 5:16–18). Rejoicing, praying, being thankful … when I choose to follow this scripture, I find the road of motherhood to be smoother and easier to travel. Rejoicing in the Lord and in my calling brings joy. Praying faithfully brings peace. Living thankfully brings contentment.

Let me encourage you to find joy in your journey by seeking the Father’s heart. He has everything you need to make this a great adventure!

“And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.”

Galatians 6:9

by MARISSA STAR

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When I was four years old, I remember my mom buying me

my first princess dress! For several seconds, I just clung to the plastic package containing the dress, peering at what

I thought was the most gorgeous Snow White princess dress, before tearing off the cardboard label and ravaging through the

plastic to free my dress, my tiara and my sparkly shoes! My little heart pounded with excitement as I disrobed with haste … a transformation was coming. First, I slid my wiggling toes under a see-through, sparkly band ornamented with a cameo of Snow White and into my tiny, red wedge heels. Never had my feet seemed so elegant. This definitely trumped parading through the house in my mother’s favorite pumps. My arms rose straight into the air as I threw the yellow and blue dress with poofy sleeves up and over my head. It was just like Snow White’s!

My fidgety fingers reached around the back to seal the crunchy Velcro, and with the final fastening, a princess arrived.

Oh, but wait … there

was one last piece!

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I reached for my silver bedazzled plastic tiara. Holding it high, I slowly and dramatically let it descend to its resting place above my head where the combed ends nestled themselves into my dark brown stringy hair. Trying not to tumble over in my new plastic heels, I climbed up on my mother’s bed so I could see my whole self in her dresser mirror. This was it! I straightened my back, pulled back my shoulders, held my head up high and proudly declared: “I’m a real princess now!”

I dreamed of “Happily Ever After Land,” my very own Prince Charming and true love’s kiss.

Once I was in junior high, it didn’t take long for me to realize that my first crush was no Prince Charming at all. He was just a boy—moody with hormonal changes—who had lacked the ability to recognize a true princess’ heart, which made him a real toad. Needless to say, with every new relationship came the disappointing realization that I live in a “not-so-fairytale” world, and my princess heart began to slowly wane.

It wasn’t until I was a 19-year-old woman who had made her fair share of mistakes—who had turned her back on “the dream” because she held her broken heart in her hands—that the True Prince presented himself.

It’s kind of funny to say, but I finally met my Prince in a bathroom on my aunt and uncle’s ranch in the middle of nowhere California. I had heard the rumors about Him—He was a gentleman and He always went to great lengths to lavish His love on His beloved. As I began to be intrigued, hope welled in my heart—hope of true love. At last, He came knocking on the door of my heart and offered me His devotion. His name was Jesus, and when I asked Him to come in and make my heart His home, an indescribable love flowed over me and washed away my sin and all the sting of my mistakes. I stood with a mended princess heart. Gone was the fantasy dream of this world with all its false expectations. I was adopted into a new kingdom. I was His princess now!

It was amazing to learn that while I was still in my mother’s womb God was fashioning me into His princess with passions, giftings and a bent towards my destiny. He created me for greatness in Him. I believe as women we are each created for greatness; yet our greatness may look different because, as women, we are different. We were created in the womb to be different. We are the mosaic masterpieces of our Maker. Though our greatness may look varied, no one person’s greatness is any lesser than another’s. Each of us is a princess being wooed towards her destiny.

My destiny involved meeting my earthly prince a few years later, getting married and starting a family (of all princes). That’s not to say there aren’t days when I feel like I’ve lost my princess edge. Days when I’ve held my newborn while making a gourmet dinner of mac and cheese as my eighteen-month-old played with refrigerator magnets at my feet. Days when my hair is tousled in a ponytail because I’m lucky if I get a shower before Mr. Prince comes home from work. Sometimes I don’t feel like a princess at all—constantly cleaning spit up off of my shirt with baby wipes, clearing out the diaper genie and, when all are asleep, finding the energy to dote on my Mr. Prince. But even in this stage of life, greatness can be found; I hear Jesus whisper, “Greatness isn’t found in the mundane day-to-day chores of serving your family … it’s found in your heart as you serve them.”

Jesus’ plan for my destiny didn’t stop with my family. He began to stir my princess heart for us as women—His women—half of His church! He asked me to dream again, to allow the gifts He had given me to mature, to take steps towards His destiny for me, which has included doing a lot of things outside of my comfort zone. I have now become devoted to the purposes He has placed in my heart …devoted to pursue an intimate friendship with my God while serving others. I have learned that He is always with me …my faithful Prince Charming! He has awakened the princess heart in me to confidently pursue greatness in Him! Because being a princess is only preparation for one day becoming His Queen!

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What began as a simple prayer—“Lord, teach me to love like You have loved me”—quickly became an opportunity to put my prayer into practice.

God loves to answer our prayers when we ask for the fruits of the Spirit to be perfected in our lives …though they usually require a little more out of us than we initially bargained for. Like when you pray for patience and suddenly the world around you slows down—everything from the car driving in front of you to the line at the grocery store to the check that’s supposedly in the mail.

At least this has been my experience, especially last year after my “simple” little prayer when He immediately brought someone into the inner circle of my life—into my home—who desperately needed to be loved. That may seem easy enough, except that sometimes the people who need to be loved the most haven’t learned how to love or even what love really means. I found myself feeling like I had nothing more to give and unable to quench her insatiable desire for it. I tried to prove my commitment to her only to realize that I needed to step back and allow God to open her capacity to receive love.

And as if that alone wasn’t enough, God allowed some of my other relationships to be tested through misunderstandings, differences of opinions and hurt feelings. This may sound like just another day in the life of a woman rather than a strategic plan from the Maker of the universe, but I

assure you that God has a way of using life as a personal boot camp. I found myself in a spiritual pressure cooker, unsure if I would ever find my way out. I spent nearly every day clinging to God—waiting for His peace to fill me and get me through one day at a time.

My husband grew frustrated with all the “girl drama” and his inability to fix it, so I had to keep my emotions between God and myself. Not only did He have the power to fix the mess, but He wanted to be the first one I called on for help. He became my best friend. I learned to call on Him instead of running to the phone to whine to a girlfriend.

In the deepest part of my heart, I realized God had already begun a new revelation of what it really means to love like He loves. In the past, when relationships went sour with conflict or became too much work, I would simply and quietly walk away. I disconnected without looking back. It was kind of a “live and let live” philosophy: if I leave now, then I can let you live.

Each day, as I chose to love these people in my life and remain committed to them whatever the cost, God was showing me how vast and deep His love is for me. With great pain, I continued to put myself out there to be open and vulnerable, even though I was misunderstood. I was taking a chance as I chose, through my hurt feelings, to believe the best about my friends …to believe they meant well for me.

I now understand that His love never runs out—even when I’m unlovable— and that gives me the power to walk in love with others. I remain thankful to Him for His mercies that are new every morning, no matter how I failed yesterday, and that allows me to be merciful with my offenders. I personally know that His love isn’t exhausted by my deep need for Him, and it moves me to longsuffering in my relationships with others. He has called me to the kind of love that covers a multitude of sins—the kind of love that frees us to be who we are and yet moves us to want to be better.

He is passionate for me! In His great wisdom, God allows me a small glimpse into His world of unconditional love. I am captivated. I am romanced. I am changed forever because of my Great Lover, the Lord.

I’m learning not to run from the pain, but to allow God to bring a new depth of love and respect to my relationships. He has showed me how to love someone enough to release her into His care instead of trying to be “God” in her life. And this new revelation of God’s love for me has changed my life to its very core. It causes me to imagine—to dream—what could happen in the lives of my friends and family if I love them with His perfect love? How would they be changed by such an amazing love?

So, I remain steadfast in my prayer, “Lord, teach me to love like You have loved me.”

by REBECCA GATES

“I was just kidding, Lord, about that prayer to love others as You love. I mean, I’m only human and You are, after all, God. Let’s just go back to the way things were when everyone was happy and liked me. You said to be content in all things, right? Well, I think I can learn to be content with shallow relationships.”

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Woman

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Womani amBY JAN GREENWOOD

When I was a little girl, my daddy bought me a minibike—bright yellow like a school bus. We lived on a little piece of land in the country we called “the farm.” It was the kind of place where the mailbox was a mile away, the nearest neighbor was down the road and around the corner, and you were more likely to see a cow than a human any day of the week.

As an only child, finding ways to entertain myself was important, and that yellow bike gave me freedom like never before. Yes, I took a few spills on it (my mom and I took a nasty fall together one day, but that’s another story), and yes, I rode without a helmet … but I had fun!

On lazy afternoons, I was allowed to ride my minibike down the road to visit and play with a neighbor. I have a very distinct memory of pulling the throttle all the way back and, with wind blowing in my hair, singing at the top of my lungs the words of an old Helen Reddy song:

I am woman, hear me roarIn numbers too big to ignoreAnd I know too much to go back an’ pretend’Cause I’ve heard it all beforeAnd I’ve been down there on the floorNo one’s ever gonna keep me down again

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I guess I’ve been “roaring” my femininity most of my life.

When we began to talk about coming up with a new identity to define Gateway women, we spent a lot of time trying to figure out if there was a way to talk about women without using the word “woman.” We tried “she,” “her,” “sister,” “chick”—even

“Gateway Gals.” (Isn’t that awful?) We had several discussions about how the word woman is perceived, and not very many of them were positive.

“It means three kids and a two-car garage.” … “It implies that being single isn’t okay.” … “It has too much of the feminist movement attached to it—bossy, independent.” … “It sounds churchy and religious.” … “Young ladies won’t relate.”

I remember sitting around that table while something deep inside me was crying out to God for women to be free from these perceptions. At their root, these kinds of perceptions are a misunderstanding of what God says about women that permeates our whole culture and even our entire world.

If you think about it, the creation of Eve was the final piece of creation, the climax of God’s heart for mankind. We aren’t an afterthought—we are the crowning glory! Genesis 2:23 says,

“She shall be called Woman.” After creating her, God said, “It was good.” Even Adam himself was pretty excited!

Women are good. Why? Because God made us good.

I didn’t grow up thinking that women were all that good. In my own family, the women had love/hate relationships. We couldn’t live with each other, and we couldn’t live without each other. It’s not that we didn’t love; we just loved harshly—and in some ways dangerously.

Since I didn’t have any sisters, most of my peer relationships were developed in a school setting. We competed for the attention of boys, stabbed one another in the back and walked away when the friendship was inconvenient. I’m sure that I

ELENA GLASSMANAge: 36

Occupation: Stay-at-Home Mom

Family: Married to Paul for 11 years. They have a 6-year-old son, Matthew, and a 4-year-old daughter, Mollie.

Growing up, my dream was to become a hotel manager; being a stay-at-home mom was never part of my dream. But God took me 8,000 miles away—away from my family in Hong Kong where I was born and raised—and He brought me to where I am today. Through my journey of getting to know God as my Father, my priorities have shifted, and I now accept my assignment for this season … to be the wife and the mother He has called me to be while actually loving it and being content with it.

It’s been a process, because the world devalues the position of a stay-at-home mom, and I’ve had to struggle with that.

But every day I find that I’m walking in exactly what God has called me to do in this season: homeschooling my children, mentoring other women and leading a Gateway Group. I’ve learned that it’s never satisfying to try and find your role—your place in the world—on your own, because God makes each person special with a unique purpose and destiny. It’s all about laying down your own life for God, seeking Him, following His lead and then simply trusting Him. There are so many times when situations come that we could never dream of, but it’s important to learn to be open to them, embrace them and then live every day in anticipation for what God unfolds … it’s beyond my imagination!

I am not ashamed of the name God has given me, nor will I stand by and quietly allow culture to place that shame on my sisters.

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was the leader of the pack. I didn’t hate girls; I just didn’t trust them, and I certainly didn’t know them. I’m sad to say that, to this day, I do not have a single girlfriend relationship intact from those early years of my life.

But all of that began to change for me in 1991 when God brought the most amazing gift into my life—Lee Ann.

She knocked on my door one afternoon, welcomed me to the neighborhood, and a friendship was born. When I look back on it now, I don’t know how she got past all my prickly edges, but she did. She helped me find my first babysitter, encouraged me to come out and enjoy the block party, invited us over to play cards and became my best walking buddy.

There was something about Lee Ann that was different. First of all, she was consistently kind. I can’t even remember her talking ugly about anyone. Secondly, she was perpetually optimistic. She looked at every situation with an expectation of a positive outcome. And thirdly, she was the biggest prankster I’d ever met. Nothing made her giggle more than a great gag and an opportunity to dress up, be silly and laugh.

Over the years, Lee Ann loved me. That’s it. She just loved me. And slowly, sweetly, quietly, she melted my defenses. Before I knew it, I loved her too.

Due to breast cancer, Lee Ann passed away at the age of 47. To this day, whenever I think of her, I smile. I can still hear her voice. I know what she would say to me. And I long for a chance to take one more long walk and just be her girlfriend.

She taught me an endless list of amazing things: how to ask a great question; how to listen; how to endure hardship; how to believe the best of others; how to present Jesus without religious drapings or heavy condemnation; how to love my husband; how to speak to my daughter with kindness. She didn’t do any of these things with an attitude of instruction; she simply modeled grace, spoke hope and remained faithful. I now understand that she mentored me.

That one friendship transformed my life. She made me glad to be a woman. A longing for authentic, rich, uplifting relationships with women seeped into my bones. I wanted to be for other women what Lee Ann was to me—a catalyst for change in a season of loneliness who points the way to life in Christ.

CHELSEA SEATONAge: 23

Occupation: Human Resource Assistant at Walco International (Animal Pharmaceuticals)

Family: Single

About a month after I graduated from college with a degree in psychology and ministry, God strategically placed me with a company in the corporate world. From the very beginning, it’s been apparent that He has me there to minister to the women around me. These women know about God, but don’t know Him personally. They’ve been burned by life, and I know I’m there to shower love on them and be a reflection of Christ. My mission is to be there for those women. Day in and day out, I’m constantly ministering to them by learning about them, not just what they do in their job. I ask about their families and regularly follow up with them until they gradually get to the place where they start confiding in me and asking for prayer and advice. I try to always be conscious of the fact that whatever I say and bring to them needs to come from the Holy Spirit, from His wisdom and direction. I’m constantly trying to sow seeds that lead them to Him.

You may not be where you think you’re supposed to be, but God has called you there specifically. And regardless of where you are, your passion and your ministry remain the same. I’m passionate about counseling and ministering to people. So whether I’m sitting behind a desk in the corporate world, spending time at home with a child or working full-time in a church, I can apply the passions God has given me in any setting, at any time. Although your settings may change, the passions and gifts God has given you never change. So even if you’re in a setting you don’t think you should be in, always remember the calling God has given you and live that out each and every day.

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And since then, my life has been flooded with the most amazing friendships with women. It’s as if my eyesight was totally adjusted. Everywhere I look, I see women who are marvelous! Whenever I meet a woman, I can see her goodness, her potential, her hope, her destiny and her influence. My heart is quick to embrace her, to value her and to encourage her. If you hang out with me for very long, you’ll find yourself thinking women are pretty awesome!

I believe that those amazing women have been around all my life, but my own soul was too influenced by culture, wounded by circumstance and calloused by selfishness to see them. When my eyes were opened through love, the possibilities and my perceptions were forever changed.

I am now on a personal mission to reclaim the value of the word “woman.” I am not ashamed of the name God has given me, nor will I stand by and quietly allow culture to place that shame on my sisters. I want my own daughter to believe that her gender is a blessing and not a curse. I’d rather we be defined by such words as relevant, wise, influential, powerful, valued, beautiful, dynamic, lovely, purposed, able, visionary, catalyst, real, authentic,

graceful, life-giving, hopeful, passionate, entrusted, dignified, free, merciful, compassionate, resilient … woman.

My old Helen Reddy song was born in the feminist movement. I know that when the world hears it, they hear words about independence and self-reliance … but I hear a different melody. I hear the sound of women redeemed. I hear the heart cry of my generation—to love one another with power and passion, to accomplish the purposes of God in our generation, to raise up daughters who esteem one another, who heal each other’s hurts, who value women, who are proud to be what God has made them to be.

Oh yes, I am wiseBut it’s wisdom born of painYes, I’ve paid the priceBut look how much I gainedIf I have toI can do anythingI am strongI am invincibleI am woman

I’m still roaring ….

CAROL DRAPERAge: 62

Occupation: Critical Care Coordinator for the Relational Care Ministry at Gateway Church

Family: Married to Sherwell for 42 years. They have one daughter Deana Morgan who is married to Mitchell, and two granddaughters, McKenzie and Sabrina.

I minister to all of the critical care needs for the Gateway Church family, which range from people having LASIK surgery to those who have cancer or other long-term issues and need constant help as they walk through that. I call periodically to see how things are going. I pray with them and for them. Even when I’m not with them, I’m continually praying for their situation. Every situation is unique, and my job is to help in whatever way I can based on each person’s individual needs.

Because I’m constantly dealing with critical issues and situations, I’ve learned that I have to de-stress from time to time. There are times when I’ve walked with a family who has lost a loved one every step of

the way until the funeral is over. It definitely requires some deliberate and intentional de-stressing in order to stay positive and upbeat in the midst of so much pain and suffering. I’ve noticed that Christian women in particular constantly struggle with this issue; we don’t quite know how to de-stress. When faced with crisis after crisis, we either downplay and gloss over our stress or we just ignore it outright and move on. However, that’s not what God wants. He has not made us to absorb distresses, internalize them and continue to push them down. That’s for Him. He carries those burdens. Yes, we love, and yes, it’s okay to cry and be closely involved, but in everything we have to trust and accept whatever His plan is. It’s all about trust. No matter what you see, no matter what you feel, no matter what you want … always trust His plan.

Sitting beside my mother’s casket, a new Christian unfamiliar with God’s Word, I prayed and cried out to be comforted. Mom had been so sick. We had prayed…prayed hard. But her body had succumbed to the disease. I needed to hear His voice.

Sitting there, Bible unopened and talking with my heavenly Father about my mom, I opened His Word. My eyes fell on 1 Corinthians 15:42–44, “The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable. It is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body.”

As the words jumped off the pages, I heard Him speak. The Word of God became the voice of God. Peace flooded my soul. My mom was fine. God knew. He heard. He answered.

Something else happened in that moment. I fell passionately, deeply, totally in love with the Word of God. Since that day in 1976, the Word has become a light unto my path; an ever-present help in time of trouble, a source of wisdom, comfort, direction, confirmation and so much more.

I grew up praying. But until my mother passed away, my prayer life hadn’t been much more than a list of requests. I never expected an answer. It was like mailing a letter and hoping it

arrived safely. And every so often, I would “experience” an answer—I passed the spelling test, my sister forgave me, we were safe on vacation, my grandma wasn’t sick any longer. Those kinds of answers.

But now? I knew God spoke. He answered. My life had a peace, purpose and mission. His voice became more than an answer, it became a conversation. We talked about His plans for me; His will for me; His purpose for me. Prayer evolved from a list of wants to a cry for a need. I needed to know what His will was for my life, what He was saying about my plans. My focus changed to His focus.

Over the years, the Holy Spirit has taught me how to converse with God in His Word. The conversation may begin with a scripture, a prayer, a word, a thought. It may be triggered by Pastor Robert’s message, a book I’m reading or

something I heard on the news. It may start with a dream or vision, a journal revisited or a favorite song.

It starts with that thought, that word, that dream, and it always then drives me to His Word. I search out scriptures which contain that word, thought or idea. Often, one will jump off the page, into my spirit

and will trigger another word or scripture. And I begin my adventure in hearing God as I journey through His Word.

There is much written about love languages—how each of us is designed to “hear” love spoken in our own special way. For some

by MARY JO PIERCE

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His Word, His Voice

But the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake; and after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.

1 Kings 19:11–12

it’s a flower; for others it’s a poem, a touch, a gift or a word of encouragement. It’s the same with hearing God. As uniquely as

God talks to me, He talks to you. Each of us has our own love language written by God. Some

will hear Him through the lens of a camera, through the cry of a child, through the fragrance of a flower. Others will hear

Him in the still small voice.

Take what you “see” or “hear” to the Word of God. Find scriptures that speak to the matter. The Word will become alive and full of power. The Word will become a compass, a map, a letter with your name written in it! Read the Scriptures out loud, begin to pray the Scriptures out loud, and watch the Holy Spirit begin to unfold the Father’s will and purpose for you. What joy!

In 2000, my life hit a brick wall. God was moving us to Colorado Springs. As my husband was signing the contract with our realtor, I sat in my prayer chair, hugging my Bible and crying. What? Leave my family, my friends, my church? Life as I had known it was over. My life group, my prayer partners, ministry as I had known it—over! My future a blank page. Scared. Confused. Sad. My prayer had no words…just tears.

I opened my Bible, my eyes rested on Numbers 32:20–22: “If you will do this…take the land … then afterward you may return.” My spirit settled. I knew God was sending me, I knew He had plans for me, and I knew He would bring me home. Over the two and a half years in Colorado, I was comforted and encouraged by the assurance of God’s promise. I didn’t have any idea what that would look like or when it would happen.

I surrendered to His will and set out with a promise and a hope. Years later, I returned to more than I could hope for, dream or imagine—my family, my friends, my church, my ministry—just as He had planned it.

Father, thank You for the unique way You have designed each of us and the personal way You speak to each of us. Thank You for Your Word that is written but has a voice. Thank You for unfolding destiny in our lives. Speak Lord, Your servant is listening.”

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by WENDY HARDIN

My insides groaned over my bad mommy decision. I was a teacher preparing to lead a European tour with a group of students, including my own daughter, for 11 days in June. Adam was left out because of age restrictions. Left behind and left out. My son.

I had to turn this around. The impending trip to Rome, London and Paris was wounding my family, and we hadn’t even left America yet. So I decided to ask Adam about his dream trip.

“If you could go anywhere, where would you go?” I bit my lower lip, scarcely breathing, for fear of what his honest reply might be.

His head popped up and the gloom vanished. “Legoland.” Then he added,

“with Jessica, too. All of us … it would be fun!”

My heart flip-flopped. All three of us … wow! Why didn’t I think of that? Jesus, you handpicked Europe for us, why not Legoland too? This bubbling of hope got me planning and looking at the calendar. It also brought me to my knees.

Raising two children on one salary had been possible only by faith in

God. Through the years, sporadic child support took its toll on me. I hired attorneys, but I ended up filing bankruptcy. Eventually, I established better financial boundaries for myself. This helped me tithe and eventually changed our financial opportunities. My faith was about to exceed my planning.

Just before summer, God led me to leave teaching. I questioned Him. The idea of not signing my teaching contract frightened me, but eventually I obeyed and followed God’s promptings.

I kept the Legoland vision alive and officially marked the date for our family vacation—October 23—on the kitchen calendar.

The European trip was a hit, and Adam bonded with relatives back in Texas while Jessica and I were away. Summer flew. Our finances didn’t allow for any extras outside of our budget. Yet when fall came, the children enjoyed unhurried drives to school with a calm, happy mom, and our errands often included Tiger, our shedding Golden Retriever.

Extra pampering for the kids became routine with

perks like cookies and muffins after school. Before, when I was teaching, I required about an hour after school of downtime to detoxify my mind before I could focus on my kids. Now in the afternoons, I indulged in listening to my children. On weekends, friends came over to hang out, swim or spend the night. Healing began.

The official departure date for Legoland loomed. October 23, scribbled on my Beth More Believing God study guide, now became the official date for confirmed flights, hotel stays and car rentals. While planning, we discovered discounts. Together, our three “go” cards allowed for free admission to Legoland and tons of other discounts and freebies.

PUTTING PIECESTHE

“I can’t go with you?” Soft and low, my son’s hurt voice left me aching. Adam dropped the small Lego piece he was fidgeting with into the enormous bucket. Silence.

I had less than

20 dollars in

the bank, but I

refused to admit

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Gleefully, we checked out sites online for possible items to add to our itinerary—go-carts, bicycle rides along the oceanfront, a safari zoo, maybe even surf lessons! We dreamed together, as we counted down the days to our special family trip. Everyone had a top ten list of places to go on our vacation.

Without warning, some regular finances didn’t get deposited into my bank account. I dreaded going to the bank’s website to check my account balance. I prayed for faith to surface.

With our departure date only a week away, I stopped dreaming aloud. When Adam asked me specific details about the trip, I dodged his questions with evasive answers. Finally, I consulted God about how to handle the apparent financial crisis staring me down. I had less than 20 dollars in the bank, but I refused to admit defeat.

At breakfast my son asked, “Mom, it’s next week! Are we really going?”

I sent up a quick prayer. Guide me, Father.

My eyes met Adam’s gaze. “I’m praying for it. But the truth is, I don’t know anything yet, except that I’m praying and you can pray too.”

He joined me. That night I had an idea. Even if I couldn’t go, the kids deserved the vacation.

“Hey, guys,” I said to the kids. “It doesn’t look good—there are only a few days left before the flight leaves. Do you really want to go?”

“How can we still go?” Jessica asked.

“Well, I can ask your dad. If he’s available, then everything is already covered, except food expenses. Would you be willing?” With their approval, I turned to go outside to make the difficult phone call. No good. He already had plans. I continued praying.

Miraculously, our finances arrived two days prior to the trip.

“Remember,” I warned them. “We’re eating at McDonald's. No gourmet room service.” My voice was drowned in a chattering sea of excitement. What to pack, to wear? California, here we come!

On our flight, I pulled out my Believing God study guide and stared at the question mark by today’s date and our flight number. Stunned. God had answered my prayer last spring. I recalled my doubts that day—promising a trip on limited funds—and praying for belief and faith.

The jet touched ground. Bent on finding adventure and exploring sights, we searched the bay for a fun tour. Within minutes we climbed aboard the USS Midway and listened to sailors tell war stories. Although navigating through California with maps was challenging, we journeyed through lush valleys, quickly mastering U-turns and recomputations, and found the safari zoo.

We located Torrey Pines, right after our first McCafé stop. Afterwards, the ocean lured us to jump into the cold, salty waves. While collecting seashells and watching surfers in wet suits, we had time to sit back, relax and dream.

A talented guitarist played melodies under the stars in Old Town.

The next day finally arrived … Legoland! It was gorgeous and sunny. We arrived as the theme park opened and were free to wander as we pleased. With confident, unhurried strides, Adam’s peaceful, mature demeanor spoke to my heart. He had grown. Competing for digital accuracy, we built robots, and Adam’s construction expertise won him second place.

The kids had an amazing time, and later Adam shared with me, “I thought there would be Legos everywhere.” What imagination! Ah, my boy.

Another surprise awaited us the night before we were supposed to leave. Due to flight complications, the airline extended our stay. That night at the yachting resort, we swam in the fancy pool then phoned room service and devoured our chef-prepared meals in our room.

I had placed my trust in God, and He had put all of the little pieces for our vacation together. It was the perfect bonding time for our family. Nothing compared to Legoland … not even Paris.

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Answering the CallI was ironing and not that excited about it. In fact, it’s probably my least favorite thing to do, but it was on my list for that day, and I couldn’t wait to check it off!

While taking a quick break and pouring a glass of tea, I suddenly started thinking about Leta Fae—a mentor, friend and one of the wisest women I’ve ever known. Because she had moved to Longview years earlier, I rarely saw her anymore, and oh how I missed our time together!

I first met Leta Fae in an adult Sunday school class; she was the teacher who talked about God as though He was in the room and I was there because my husband had dragged me! Her passion caused me to question and search my own heart. Finding it empty, I filled it with God’s grace and power. It was her hunger for more of God that ignited my own passionate journey to live life with purpose. She affirmed everyone who sat in her class: “You are gifted; you are special; God has a good plan for you.” No one had ever said things like that to me.

One day during her daily walk, she stopped by our house, which wasn’t remotely near her neighborhood. “I want you to take my creative writing course at the college,” she said. For the next several years with each stroke of my pen and each story I wrote, the words she said each Sunday motivated me to pursue my dreams. Not only did I graduate, but I eventually became a teacher like Leta Fae.

I resumed my ironing. As the iron glided over the fabric, thoughts of Leta Fae kept invading my mind making the chore of ironing almost bearable. From the depths of my stomach, a voice seemed to rise, “Call her.” I glanced at the clock, realizing it was nearly 2:00 in the afternoon. “She’s at LeTourneau. I’ll call when she gets home.” But the urgency intensified.

“This is silly,” I half laughed. I glanced at the clock again, and something within me softly pushed, as if to say, “Call now; don’t wait.” I set the iron down and looked up Leta Fae’s number in the phone book. “This makes no sense,” I mumbled as I reluctantly dialed her number.

It rang. I was expecting to get her voicemail

when I heard her voice on the other end.

“Hello,” her voice was barely a whisper.

“Leta Fae?” I whispered back, hearing the surprise in my own voice. “I can’t believe you’re home at this time of day.” I paused; nothing but silence.

“Alice died.” She could hardly get the words out. I slowly slid down the wall onto the floor, speechless. Alice was Leta Fae’s best friend. They did everything together. They’d been friends for so long and had known each other so well they could literally finish each other’s sentences. When I first heard that Alice had been diagnosed with cancer, I couldn’t imagine Leta Fae’s life without her.

“Just a few minutes ago,” she began slowly, “I was praying. I told the Lord that I just needed to talk to someone about Alice.” Her voice grew muffled. Then I remembered. Something kept urging me to call, even when it didn’t make sense. Normally, Leta Fae would be at the college where she taught English. But that day was far from normal.

I glanced at the ironing piled on the chair waiting to be checked off the list. God’s plan trumped mine. Leta Fae had given so much of her time and love that I could never repay. For years she spoke encouragement into my life and lived her faith before me causing me to hunger for what she had.

Tears were rolling down my cheeks, but I worked hard to keep them out of my voice. “I’m here,” I said softly. “I’d love to talk about Alice.” For the next hour, Leta Fae talked about Alice as I listened, occasionally interjecting her memories with one of mine. I felt honored to share in something as sacred as the bond of their special friendship.

That day the Lord allowed me to be His answer to her prayer. He spoke, and I made a phone call even when it didn’t make sense.

by KATHY JIMERSON

The Lord came and stood there, calling as at the other times,

“Samuel! Samuel!” Then Samuel said, “Speak, for Your servant is listening.” 1 Samuel 3:10

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My last year as a teenager was definitely not a typical one.

Growing up in churches and religious schools with unrealistic expectations, I couldn’t wait to graduate from high school and break free from all the rules and constant shame every time I messed up. However, once I graduated and began living my own way, I eventually found myself single and pregnant at the age of 19. I was so scared and had no one to reach out to. According to the standards of my sheltered world, I had committed the “ultimate” sin. I was alone and confused—so much so that I contemplated abortion even though I knew it wasn’t the right choice. I knew my parents still loved me, but they were also so disappointed and ashamed. I just needed one person to tell me it would be okay. I needed one person to love me and accept me. I needed a friend.

At the abortion clinic, I heard the sonogram technician say that I was six weeks, four days pregnant. It was too late to take the pill, so she then explained to me my options. I began to hyperventilate and ended up

passing out in the room. In His grace, God gave me a nurse who saw how distraught I was. She told me that I was in no shape to make a decision and to go home and think about it.

I went home, still scared and lonely. My phone rang; an old high school friend who had gone through a pregnancy our senior year was calling me out of the blue. Encouraging and uplifting me, she stayed on the phone with me until she was sure I knew that this pregnancy wasn’t the end. She told me it was just the beginning, God turns everything for good, and the baby was going to be a blessing to me. I had just needed one friend, and with one simple phone call God sent her to me.

I went on to marry the love of my life and give birth to my sweet boy all within a year. We named him Jess which means “Gift from God,” and oh how he is! He is 10 years old now and my pride and joy.

At Pink Impact 2008, Christine Caine spoke and encouraged all of us to seek God in finding our calling for our lives. On the last morning of the conference, God gave me a vision: I saw glimpses of my day at the abortion clinic, my sadness and loneliness, but then the vision turned to my full and happy life with my beautiful children and husband, ending with me helping a single, pregnant woman and throwing a baby shower for her. After leaving Pink Impact, I spoke with a friend who sat with me and she had also received a word during the conference of helping “mommies and babies!”

Six months later, after meetings and proper training, we started a group called “Embrace Grace,” a support group through Gateway for single, pregnant women. We minister to them, encourage them and teach them how God’s grace covers all; they just need to receive His gift. Through God, we’ve witnessed miracles and changed lives. The women of Gateway have shown so much love by throwing a baby shower for these girls—celebrating life when the world just says, “I’m sorry.”

I want to love these girls, tell each one it’s going to be okay, tell her that God will take care of her and her baby. I want to reach out to her like a friend reached out to me.

How small of a sacrifice was it for my friend who called me and encouraged me when I needed it most? How many other women out there need just a little love and encouragement? A friendly phone call? Lunch with a friend? Or even someone to just walk up to them at church, say “hi” and sit next to them? God loves us so much, and a lot of times He uses us to demonstrate that love to someone else. You never know how God may use you to impact the life of someone else.

Dedicated to my sweet, loyal friend and fellow Gateway member, Sacha Warrum.

Embracing Grace

by AMY FORD

At the abortion clinic, I heard the sonogram technician say that I was six weeks, four days pregnant.

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3 John 1:2 says, “Dear friend, I hope all is well with you and that you are as healthy in body as you are strong in spirit.” This Bible verse reminds me of the YMCA motto—strong bodies house strong minds and strong spirits. As women, we often neglect the area of self-care in order to care for everyone else around us. The consequences of inadequate attention to our physical health can lead to picking up a few extra pounds over the years or discovering more serious and potentially life-threatening diseases.

According to the American Cancer Society, breast cancer is the most common cancer among American women, second only to skin cancer. The chance of developing invasive breast cancer at some point in a woman’s life is about one in eight. The month of October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and with October just around the corner, I think this is a good time to highlight just a few of the ways we as women can take better care of ourselves and specifically reduce our risks for breast cancer.

AVOID WEIGHT GAIN Studies show that weight gain just before and after menopause is a risk factor for breast cancer. Body fat is a secondary source of estrogen production after the ovaries, and it’s believed that this estrogen exposure may increase the risk for breast cancer. Maintaining a healthy weight throughout your life and avoiding the extra pounds as you near menopause can be a powerful prevention tactic.

AVOID ALCOHOL Studies show that women who consume even a few drinks per week raise their risk for breast cancer.

EXERCISE Exercise not only reduces the risk of breast cancer and its recurrence, but it also positively affects general health and well-being. The recommendations for aerobic

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GET SCREENED The three primary ways to screen for breast cancer are a breast self-exam, a clinical exam and mammograms. Your first mammogram—preferably a digital one—is generally recommended at the age of 40 and then every one to two years after that.

EMILY GILSTRAP, a former All-American gymnast, has a Masters degree in Adult Fitness Management and over 24 years experience in the Health and Fitness industry. She is a Wellness Consultant and is married to Matthew.

exercise—walking, jogging, swimming and cycling—are five to six days a week, at a pace that produces sweat, for a total of four to five hours per week.

Unfortunately, some risk factors affecting breast cancer cannot be controlled, such as genetics, age and race. By making healthier diet, exercise and lifestyle choices, you can lower the risk factors not only for breast cancer but also for many other diseases including diabetes, hypertension, cardiovascular disease and other types of cancers. For more information on other risk factors, check out webmd.com or cancer.org.

INCLUDE VITAMIN D There’s evidence that vitamin D helps protect against several types of cancer, including breast cancer. Three simple ways you can increase your vitamin D levels are:

1. Eating foods that include fortified milk, cheese, whole eggs, liver and salmon.

2. Taking oral supplements: The daily adequate intake for adults under age 50 is 200 IU. Individuals between the ages of 50 and 70 should get 400 IU, and those over 70 years old should get 600 IU.

3. Spending time in the sun; but make sure you don’t overdo it. Ten to thirty minutes a day of sun exposure between 10:00 am and 2:00 pm is adequate. Darker skin requires longer exposure time.

EDUCATE OTHERS Hosea 4:6 says, “My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge.” Teach your daughters, granddaughters, nieces and other young women in your life to make healthy choices today that can lower their risk tomorrow. Taking better care of yourself translates into taking better care of others. Be the healthiest you can be … not only for you, but also for those you love.

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“MY PEOPLE ARE DESTROYED FOR LACK OF KNOWLEDGE.”HOSEA 4:6

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Attacking Acne by ALICHA THORNTON

ALICHA has been a licensed Aesthetician, Makeup Artist and Massage Therapist for over 10 years. She has worked in various aspects of the Beauty, Fashion and Wellness Industry from high-fashion photo shoots and runway shows to one-on-one consultations with women from coast to coast. Her passion is working with everyday women, loving them for who they are and showing them the endless possibilities of their natural beauty.

embrace grace“Embrace Grace” is a Gateway Group for young single women who are pregnant. The leaders of the group minister to the young women by encouraging them, teaching them they’re valuable and helping them find freedom by embracing grace and letting go of wounds and guilt. Group Leaders: Alicia Verzi, Salina Duffy and Amy Ford

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ADULT ACNE: SIX TIPS FOR CLEARING SENSITIVE SKINRoughly 50% of men and women have been or will be affected by acne at some point in their adult lives. For decades, doctors have said that the best treatment for acne is to deep clean your pores which helps to clear skin quickly. Here are six easy, at-home tips for clear and healthy skin:

1 Look for products that help with concerns for both acne and aging.

2 Cleanse gently yet effectively for approximately 90 seconds and avoid harsh facial scrubs.

3 Treat affected areas with a spot corrector that uses salicylic acid or tea tree oil.

4 Hydrate using an oil-free or lightweight gel moisturizer.

5 Remove All makeup residue with an alcohol-free toner—try pure witch hazel.

6 At least twice a week, apply a paste of baking soda and water all over and leave till dry, then remove with water.

Follow these steps, and you’ll be on your way to clear skin!

Excessive exposure to extreme environmental conditions, oral and topical medications, allergies, stress, overuse of harsh skincare products and aggressive cosmetic treatments are all among the leading contributors to sensitive skin. Common side effects include redness, stinging, breakouts and flaking.

From the Inside OutSupplements taken daily to address skin concerns make your skin healthier from the inside out. Skin with chronic redness or acne benefits from taking probiotics and digestive enzymes—they help maintain healthy digestive, intestinal and immune systems. The fatty acids in fish oil and evening primrose oil have been shown to reduce inflammation when taken internally.

It wasn’t that long ago that my way of thinking about life was changed. Forever changed.

I’ll never forget the night. I was hanging out with my friend, Traci, at her apartment. It was a low-key evening: just two single girls in sweats, drinking hot chocolate and catching up on life. Since we didn’t get to see each other very often, our girl talk usually

covered a myriad of subjects from what movies we’d seen to what shows we watched on tv to what boys we were crushing on. Somewhere in the middle of all of this, she started telling me about a book her mom had given her to read—Sassy, Single & Satisfied by Michelle McKinney Hammond. Immediately, I was amused by the name. It was obvious to both of us that her mom had given it to her hoping that it would be “helpful” to her since she was single. But the “joke” was on us. It was actually a good book. A really good book.

Traci began showing me parts of the book that she’d highlighted. And for the next hour, we sat there reading the book aloud to each other. I felt like blinders were removed from my eyes, and I could finally see clearly. Since graduating from college, I had been living life in limbo; almost as though I’d hit the pause button on my life. I felt like I couldn’t live life to the fullest without a

husband. But suddenly, just from reading a few chapters of this book, I realized that being single wasn’t bad. In fact, it was just the opposite—it was great! There were so many things I could be doing. There was no reason to wait around for “the right man” to show up. Now was the time to do all the things I’d been dreaming of. I could get my friends together and go on a vacation. I could buy a house, get a new car, go mountain biking … whatever I wanted to do, I could! I didn’t need to keep putting it off because I didn’t have a husband. Now was the time to live life and live it to the fullest!

Sassy, Single & Satisfied is full of simple truths that are truly life-transforming. This book showed me how I could live my life to the fullest and feel satisfied as a single woman. Author Michelle McKinney Hammond has a unique and honest approach to her writing. As a single woman, she truly “gets it,” and throughout the book she shares her insights with us. Woven with spiritual truth, Michelle points the reader to the only One who can truly satisfy.

After my evening with Traci, I couldn’t wait to run out and grab a copy of the book so I could read it from cover to cover.

My life has never been the same.

Recommended Readingby STACY BURNETT

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Sassy, Single & Satisfiedby Michelle Mckinney Hammond

STACY has worked at Gateway as the Editorial Director for six years. She enjoys photography, cooking, traveling, blogging and watching movies, but most of all she loves spending time with her husband, Travis, and dog, Jack Bower.

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