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Giving Thanks + A Gratitude List

November 25, 2015 • 7 Comments

I walked into the church service with a weary, burdened heart.

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On top of just moving to a new state with no friends or family nearby, I’d woken up with a full-blown cold and partially locked jaw. And as the morning progressed the pain only intensified.

Once we found a spot to sit in the sanctuary, I silently prayed the words of Luke 22:42 as the worship band began to sing. “Father, if you are willing, please take this cup of suffering away from me.” But my heart was not in the right place. For when the worship leader said, “won’t you stand and give thanks to our great God with me this morning?” the only thought that entered my head was yeah, right, like I have anything to be thankful for with all the pain I’m going through.

Ouch.

Ladies and gentlemen, meet the selfish, ungrateful, ugly side of me. The side where my spirit gives way to my flesh. The side where I let lies overtake truth. Because of my faith, it’s a side that comes out rarely. Nevertheless it is a part of who I am and I cannot hide it. We all have a human side to us, a dark side that can be easily clouded by sin. Maybe your dark side is jealousy, maybe it’s materialism … or maybe, like me, it’s an ungrateful heart.

But God is so full of grace, and in  my moment of ungratefulness I heard him whisper to me, “dear daughter, my grace is sufficient for you.” His words instantly reminded me of all I have to be thankful for. I prayed once again and asked the Lord for forgiveness for my ungrateful spirit.

Even if nothing in life is going as we want it to go, we always have a reason to be grateful because Jesus died for us and showed us grace! Maybe you can’t run as fast as you used to run, maybe your boyfriend broke up with you unexpectedly, maybe you can’t afford those shoes you want  oh-so-badly, but Jesus died for you so that you may experience life to the fullest (John 10:10). And that is reason enough to give thanks.

We have breath. We have life. What a precious gift this is!

A few months back I stumbled upon a post on gratitude by author Jeff Goins where he encourages readers to create a gratitude list. Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, I want to encourage you to do the same this week as we celebrate Thanksgiving. Make a list of 10 things you are thankful for in life. Then, tape it somewhere so you can be reminded of it often.

Hopefully after making the list you can see, like me, just how blessed we are. We are blessed to be a blessing and given much so that we can give back. Let us not forget just how blessed we are and let us share the grace our Father extends to us with everyone this holiday season.

P.S. Here’s my gratitude list to help get you started.

1. I am thankful my heavenly father lavishes me with His love and grace everyday, even when I am ungrateful.

2. I am thankful for my loving husband, who supports me in cultivating and following my passions. (And who also let me get a dog!)

3. I am thankful for a faith-filled family, who taught me the importance and power of prayer.

4. I am thankful for friends who have stood by my side through thick and thin.

5.. I am thankful for finding a new job in Des Moines even before we moved here.

6. I am thankful I have the opportunity to maintain this blog and write on a daily basis.

7. I am thankful for chocolate in all of its forms.

8. I am thankful for our puppy Reese, who makes me laugh uncontrollably — even when he’s misbehaving.

9. I am thankful for all of you readers, and the online community of writers and food bloggers who inspire me and the world on a daily basis.

10. I am thankful for the wonderful gift of love — like chocolate, in all of its forms.

A Minneapolis Love Letter {And Some Pretty Big News!}

October 22, 2015 • 21 Comments

Two-and-a-half years ago I packed up my car and moved across the Midwest to work as an editorial intern for Tiger Oak Publications in downtown Minneapolis.

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Though my husband and I were still in college and not married at the time, we knew we needed to start entertaining ideas around where to live after college. Because our family lived in Indiana we wanted to stay in the Midwest but also loved the opportunities that cities like Nashville and Minneapolis had to offer. My summer internship in downtown Minneapolis was a chance for me to experience the city firsthand and decide whether I could see us living there.

I knew no one in the area, save two contacts: a Ball State alum who had visited the university to speak about life after college, and a Christian writer named Krisi, whom I met through the blogging community. Even though Krisi had never met me she invited me to rent a space in her home for the summer.

As I pulled up to the charming old green house, Krisi and a few other roommates were waiting for me on the porch.

“Need any help with anything?” they asked.

“Sure! Thanks so much!” I replied.

“You must be starving,” Krisi said.

I looked at my watch and felt my stomach grumble. It was 8 p.m. Indiana time.

“No worries,” Krisi chuckled. “There’s a place down the street called Pizza Luce that you are going to love! We’ll take you there once all your stuff is unloaded.”

If my first night in Minneapolis wasn’t wonderful enough, my next morning would take the cake. Something you should know about me: I’m the type of person who loves adventure and exploring new places. It’s part of who I am and I think it’s also one of the reasons why I love blogging and trying new recipes all of the time. So now that you know this, maybe you’ll think me to be less crazy when I say I had planned out what I wanted to do during my first week in Minneapolis almost a month in advance.

On my first morning in Minneapolis I jumped out of bed, laced up my tennis shoes, grabbed my keys and headed to Lake Harriet, one of the four lakes that make up the city’s Chain of Lakes. With the July sun shining bright in the sky I couldn’t have asked for a better first day. Halfway through my run around the lake I stopped at an opening in the shoreline where you could see the skyscrapers of downtown shooting up from the surrounding trees. The beauty of the city and the lake overtook me and my skin became covered in happy goosebumps. I am fairly certain for the rest of my run I had a smile on my face, simply because I could not contain my joy.

When I started my internship the next day, those goosebumps returned as I drove straight into downtown. As I turned the steering wheel to follow Hwy 94 toward the Vikings stadium I heard my soul whisper deep inside, “This is my city.”

And in that moment I knew I had fallen in love with Minneapolis. It was where I belonged. 

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A month ago, if you’d asked me if I would consider leaving the Twin Cities area I would have laughed in your face. After graduating from Ball State University shortly after my internship at Tiger Oak, my husband and I moved here in the middle of an arctic snowstorm (Remember two winters ago when we had an unprecedented amount of subzero temps? Yeah, that’s the winter we moved!) and even that didn’t keep us from turning the car around and leaving the city we had come to love.Read More

Kisses, Tissues + Adventures: Reflections From Our First Year of Marriage

October 13, 2015 • 17 Comments

This past weekend Alex and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary.

Our actual anniversary wasn’t until yesterday, Oct. 12, but we figured we’d make a weekend out of it and celebrate a few days early just because. Amid our weekend getaway there was an outdoor adventure. There was wine (an old fashioned for him). There was a couple’s massage. There was a two-foot-tall Lindt chocolate bar. There were plenty of kisses. But there were also lots of tears and tissues.

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My man had reserved a room on the top floor of the Ivy Hotel in Minneapolis in celebration of our special day. The room had everything a girl could ever want: complimentary chocolate, plush pillows, cozy slippers, huge bath robes, a spacious master bath and a stunning view of the city. Everything was perfect — until suddenly it wasn’t. Around 10 p.m. on Saturday night I started to feel sick, and I ended up spending the rest of the night tossing and turning from stomach issues.

Needless to say I was not the most pleasant person come sunrise the next morning. But I wasn’t just unpleasant. I was frustrated with the entire situation. After laying in bed for two hours waiting for Alex to get up, I reached for a handful of nuts to soothe my grumbling stomach until we could go get breakfast.

“Why are you eating? We are going to go get breakfast soon,” Alex stirred as I opened the bag of cashews.

I don’t know if it was the lack of sleep or the hunger, but at the sound of his voice something snapped within me.

“Excuse me? I’ve been up for two hours waiting for you so we could go eat breakfast. I’m starving. I didn’t sleep at all last night and I haven’t been sleeping well over the last several days. I also feel nauseous like I’m going to throw up and my stomach is bloated and irritated. Don’t you care about me at all?” I yelled and started to cry. I was upset because I felt like I had ruined our special weekend.  I was upset because the past month had been a whirlwind of change and stress for us. And I was also upset because even though my husband had planned this amazing surprise for me, I wasn’t enjoying myself anymore.

My anger turned to deep sadness as I turned to look into my husband’s eyes. The expression on his face was like a knife to my gut, and I instantly felt ashamed and sorry for what I had said.

“How can you say I don’t care about you?” he said, tears welling in his eyes. “This whole weekend … it was all for you. Everything I do … it’s all for you. I love you!”

Have you ever said something you wish you could take back? I sure have. Too many times to count, and unfortunately more times than I’d like to admit to my husband. What I’ve learned from our first year of marriage is that when you mess up, it’s important to take immediate responsibility, apologize and ask for forgiveness.

I ran over to Alex, apologized and asked him to forgive me. By this point we were both crying — huddled together on the floor surrounded by a bunch of wadded up tissues.

“I’m sorry. I guess I just feel like with my fibromyalgia and all of my other health issues, sometimes I’m more of a burden than a joy to be around. I feel like I’m always ruining things,” I explained.

“You don’t ruin things, my love. And you’re worth all this and so much more to me,” he said, pointing to the surrounding room.

Looking back on our weekend celebration, I’m amazed at how closely it resembles our first year of marriage — a beautiful time marked by kisses, tissues and adventures. A time full of learning and growing together.Read More

Giving God Your All

October 7, 2015 • 19 Comments

I held my breath as my sister opened the doors to her bridal shower, feeling nervous and eager to see her response to the party I’d planned for her. With a minimal food and decorations budget, I was limited in what I could do, but I tried to do my best with what I had.

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“Sis … this is so great! I love it!” she smiled and reached out to hug me.

“Really?” I sighed with relief.

“Yes! Really, you didn’t have to go to all of the trouble…” she said, touching the burlap banner I had made that read “Ashley & Korey.”

“Nonsense. It was no trouble at all,” I replied.

And it was true — the shower had been a lot of work, but it was no trouble at all because it was a labor of love. I wanted my sister to know how much she was loved, and how excited we all were for her. This drove me to work hard and create something wonderful for her — something that would warm her soul.

Though I wish I could say I approached every labor of love with this kind of devoted time, care and enthusiasm, the truth is I don’t always give everything my all. Of course I believe in doing things right, but I’m no perfectionist and I like to do things efficiently. I thrive off of being efficient. It’s one of the things that enables me to work quickly and go above and beyond my to-do list every week. (Lovers of efficiency, can I get an amen?!)

While there’s nothing wrong with being efficient in some areas of life, I fear that sometimes the desire to be efficient can leak into our faith lives as well. Maybe you can relate to this. Say you want to serve but you don’t feel like you have the time. You want to share your faith with someone at work but are worried about what that could mean for your career. You want to cultivate deeper relationships, but your schedule seems too booked for it.

Following Jesus isn’t always efficient or convenient — but it’s worth it!

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Let me share with you something that God has really been working on in me lately: Following Him isn’t always efficient or convenient — but it’s worth it!Read More

10 Verses for the Overwhelmed Spirit

September 16, 2015 • 9 Comments

I believe the best medicine for an overwhelmed soul is neither a glass of wine nor a shopping spree (although those things temporarily help every now and then). But no Cabernet Sauvignon or designer handbag can remedy the soul like God’s word can.

Last night, when I sat down to write a blog post, I was so overwhelmed with other things happening in life that I couldn’t focus on the task at hand. Instead of powering through like I normally do, I really felt God telling me to step back and devote myself to meditate on His word instead. So that’s what I’m doing today. I’m meditating on these 10 verses for the overwhelmed spirit. If you’re feeling frenzied today, I want to invite you to take a break and do the same.

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Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. Philippians 4:8 (ESV)

The Lord hears his people when they call to him for help. He rescues them from all their troubles. Psalm 34:17 (NLT) 

From the ends of the earth, I cry to you for help when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the towering rock of safety. Psalm 61:2 (NLT) Read More

Remembering September 11 and Remembering to Pray

September 11, 2015 • 6 Comments

I remember I was playing Roller Coaster Tycoon the morning it happened.

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I remember hearing dishes fall to the floor as my mother stood in the kitchen, speechless over what she watched on the TV. I remember asking lots of questions and not understanding the severity of what was happening. I remember thinking it was a movie. I remember being scared and running into the fold of my mother’s embrace.

But on Sept. 11, 2001, I also remember our family immediately bowed our heads in prayer for everyone involved in the 9/11 attacks, for this nation, and for our world.

14 years later I am amazed at how quickly many of us — including myself — have forgotten to pray for this nation and the world. Though trouble surrounds us just as much as it did then, many of us are silent, or worse, indignant.

In the last few years, amid new terrorist threats and passed legislation, I’ve heard many Christians say, “this nation is going to hell in a handbasket.” When I hear these kinds of statements I cannot help but acknowledge that yes, these do remain dark and difficult times for the United States, especially for Christians. And yet at the same time, I am convicted because in my heart I know that if this nation is going to hell, as many say it is, then what are we doing to stop it from getting there?

We can complain about our nation’s circumstances, but if we lack faith or fail to pray, we are of no good because we are not contributing to a solution.

Friends, let us not forget the power of prayer. On this day, Sept. 11, 2015, may we remember to pray fervently for this great nation and our world. Always. Let us remember that we have the power of the Holy Spirit, who is on our side. Always. Let us remember to be the loving hands and feet of Jesus Christ that we are called to be. Always.

may we remember to pray fervently for this great nation and our world. Always.

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And let us not forget that God is in control. Ask God to intercede on behalf of this nation. Ask God to turn hearts back to Him. Ask God to bring peace where there is chaos and love where there is hate. Ask God to strengthen our churches, families and friendships. Ask God to continue to help us become more like Jesus.

Let us not forget that God is in control.

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“This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us.” 1 John 5:14 (NIV)

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