Sunday, March 04, 2018


He tends his flock like a shepherd:
    He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart;
    he gently leads those that have young.

Isaiah 40:11

Monday, February 26, 2018


Yesterday, during the morning service, at church, we sang this beloved hymn. What precious words Fanny Crosby penned. How often over these last few years has eternity and the loss of loved ones brought me back to the hope of a precious reunion with our loved ones.

Between Braelyn and Colby, we lost a baby early in my pregnancy. Drew named that precious one, Jason Lee. Healer from the sacred places. A brother for Drew because God answers prayer. Jason has never been forgotten. We still talk about him. Their brother in Heaven.

He has a tree planted in our back yard. A white lilac.

He has ornaments for our Christmas Tree.

A life verse...

My frame was not hidden from you

    when I was made in the secret place,

    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.

Psalm 138:15-16

....I can't imagine heaven's lullabies

And what they must sound like

But I will rest in knowing
Heaven is your home
And it's all you'll ever know
All you'll ever know

We miss you everyday, miss you in every way
But we know there's a day when we will hold you, we will hold you
And you'll kiss our tears away, when we're home to stay
We can't wait for the day when we will see you, we will see you....

....You'll just have heaven before we do....

And even as I sang that song on repeat for days and then revisited for months and years, allowing the healing to wash over me, there was a piece of me that was not quite satisfied. A desperate desire to see Jason and a longing to hold him filled me. The sadness of this loss often overcame me and even today listening to his song and singing, with my eyes closed, tears run rivers down my cheeks. 

And yesterday as I thought on McKenna's sweet best friend that went home fourteen months ago, and my dear friend's granddaughter, two weeks ago, and Léo's co-workers son, last week. And it is easy to say, that we are just at that age. But these are young lives. Lives that leave holes and it hurts.

And I long to see those precious ones, whose place cannot be filled. And I don't exactly know how it all works in eternity but I know that my beloved ones are there and I can't wait to see them.

BUT that hymn gave me pause. I sang the words but I am challenged by them. 

  1. Oh, the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come,
    And our parting at the river I recall;
    To the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home;
    But I long to meet my Savior first of all.

"But I long to meet my Savior first of all." Do I?

'cause I know I can't wait to see my baby boy. and Aunt Linda. Abuella and Abuello and aunts and uncles and cousins and friends... So many loved ones that I miss. So many that will go home before this year is out. And for the rest of my days, there will be the loved and the lost and the longing.

But do I love these more than my Saviour?

The One who gave up heaven and sacrificed His life and prepares a place for me? My Redeemer. 

I never wanted to be "so heavenly minded that I was no earthly good" but am I so earthly minded that I lose sight of this? 

These are my ponderings...I CHOOSE that for which I long.  

Sunday, February 25, 2018


"But if serving the Lord seems undesirable to you, 
then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve
whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. 
But as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.”

Joshua 24:15

Tuesday, February 20, 2018


So, it has been 51 days since the first of the year. 51 days late in posting my word for 2018.

I realize that this has been a standard post since I started my blog in 2011. And the preparation for this year was not any different than the past 10 years of word choosing. I prayed and thought but the reality is, once again, it seems like my word chose me. So, posting my word shouldn't have been that difficult, right?

People were asking and waiting and I was procrastinating. To be honest, this word seems to have so many nuances and for me it could not be pinned down. I like my words to be neatly packaged with a bow and this word seems to have a mind of it's own and has led me on a wild goose chase these 51 days. One in which I have failed to box up and deliver with some sort of expectation. Instead, I have a myriad of thoughts and roads to travel this year.

Last year was the year to be HELD. It was a busy year. Following REST and CONTENT, I had much time to learn to lean on this truth:

He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.  Colossians 1:17

And I am held and held together in Him. It was a year to watch God pour out on our family and fill us with His grace and abundance which allowed us the opportunity to pour out grace to others.

This second word grace settled into my heart and mind throughout the year. There were many times that I spoke this truth to my children, and to myself, as we faced challenging circumstances and people. 

So, we come to this new year. A new word started appearing, repeatedly, over the end of the last. 

Beckoning me. 

Wooing me. 

Challenging me. 

Reminding me of my first word, in 2009,  INTENTIONAL

Encouraging me to revisit the beginning.

So, a belated welcome to 2018 the year to 

Wednesday, May 17, 2017


Those of you who were at Oakwood Bible Chapel Sunday morning 11:00 service have heard the song, but so few know the story. So if you could spare 10 -15 minutes of your busy day I promise I’ll make it worth your while.

There are three main things I hope you get out of my song and this post.

  1. You are never too young to be used by God
  2. Don't be afraid to be vulnerable
  3. Are you listening for him? And will you go when and where he calls you?

Now for the story

During the summer of 2016 I was at Bair Lake Bible Camp with my family just like every other summer of my life. One night my mother informed me that my “sister” Emily (I didn't know this at the time, but she was expecting another baby) and her husband and two kids were coming to come for a visit while they were in town. Which is a HUGE deal because they live way out of town. And by that I mean they live way out in California. Later on that night my mother told me that not only were they coming, but I was going. I was going home with them to California. I was BEYOND excited to spend a couple weeks with them, getting know to know my niece and nephew better, ( who were still only 2 at the time, so they really don't remember me now) and to be able to serve them and show them God’s love.

I almost viewed my vacation with them as a missions trip. Serving even in the simple ways like putting the kids to bed, giving them baths, babysitting, cleaning the dishes, mopping the floor, even putting toys away. Even if I made the smallest impact. But little did i know that it wasn’t when I got on the plane in Chicago headed to LA that started my “missions trip”,  But the plane from LA to Chicago.
My plane ride home. But i talk about that later.

I attended Imago Dei the church my sister’s family attends every sunday, And was allowed to join my sister’s small group and work in the sunday school. The people at Imago Dei were beyond loving and and welcomed me with open arms. The church had many people from different backgrounds, including an ex-gang member and a Cop. At small group a married couple that I had had the pleasure of getting to know shared their story, struggles in life and how God has worked in them together and individually. Through them God touched a part of my heart that I had  tried to ignore and have tried to ignore for a very long time.
Their willingness to speak out on what God had called them to share really changed me.
They heard what God called them to do. And did it. They didn't hear what he told them to do and pretend they didn't hear him and do nothing about it. Even though it meant being vulnerable and real, and sometimes that is one of the hardest things to do.

On the second sunday I that I went to Imago Dei I worked in the sunday school. I thought it was the most perfect opportunity to share God’s love. I've always loved working with kids.         
In sunday school that morning the sunday school teacher asked the group of kids
“ what do you think it means to have childlike faith?”
And the way the kids answer shocked me. The kids talked about how when they are scared they run to their parents to protect them, when they are happy they run to their parents for hugs, when they do something good they want their parents to be proud of them, the same way they need to run to God when they are scared or when they are happy, and when they do something that God would like, they want Him to be proud of them.
I had never seen that kind of depth in six to ten year olds.
I wanted that for my sunday school at my church. I want that for my future children and future grandchildren.
Needless to say those kids taught me a lot that day.

Talking with my sister about what happened that morning in sunday school on the car ride home turned into more than just a talk, but also a challenge. I told her that i wanted this kind of spiritual depth for the children in my church back home. she asked me what my plan was, what was I going to do about it, if this is God calling me I need to do something I need to listen.

God also used this conversation to touch another part of my heart. Yet again another part I didn't want to deal with.

For a long time God had been calling me to join the fellowship of my church.  And every time I knew he told me, but I pretended not to hear him and do nothing about it. Hence why it was a touchy part of my heart that I didn't want to deal with. I knew I was disobeying God, but I was comfortable where I was in life, almost like I was wrapped up in a nice warm fuzzy blanket lounging on some super fluffy pillows and God was telling me to give that up for what he wanted me to do.

I’ve never felt like I belonged in my church, I had lots of friends but I never felt like they really knew me. But that's a different self issue that doesn't really have to do with this story at all.
Anyways there are a lot of difference between me and my church, very minor things really. but to be completely honest none of those things matter, but I used them as an excuse to not do what I knew God was calling me to do for so long that those minor things started to matter to me.

By the end of that very car ride I knew what I needed to do. And yes, it meant giving up the warm fuzzy blankets and fluffy pillows of my comfort zone.

Being a procrastinator by profession I knew that if I didn't talk to the elders of my church within the first few weeks of being home nothing would happen and I would go back to my fuzzy blankets and pillows and forget what God called me to do. So as a result of knowing myself I talked to the elders within the first two weeks. Six days after I talked to one of the elders I had a meeting with a couple of them so that I knew what exactly joining fellowship meant and that I was ready. During that meeting God did another amazing thing that has changed my life.
The elders told me that there was a need in our church that I could fill.  Sunday school teacher.
As soon as they told me I knew my answer. But they told me to pray about it and let them know when I had an answer. That night I went home prayed about it.  How much clearer does God lay out his plans for us? The next day I started as a sunday school teacher. I wanted to be in a position where I could have an impact on the children of my church and help them to have deeper relationships with God. because I obeyed God and did what he told me to do He handed me a group of ten kids,  ages of six and seven.

Remember when I said my “missions trip” started on the plane ride home? That's because God had a different missions trip planned for me in California. God didn’t bring me to California just to serve, but to be served as well. The difference that Imago Dei and the people there have made in my life is huge! The difference my sister had made in my life from day one is huge!
God brought me to California to learn about his plans for my life.

Those of you who know me know that I am a musical person and a note taker. I usually always have a notebook on hand. Filled with sermon notes, and random quotes, my feelings, or just random things I've written down during the day. So the fact that I started writing music shouldn't surprise you. That night on the plane ride home I started writing this song ( ahhhh there it is! if you say haven't been waiting three google docs pages worth of story for this part, I won't believe you) it started out as just writing out some things that had happened and then quotes that I thought up, soon enough I had the framework of a song.

Now do you remember the three main things I wanted you to remember?

If you just answered all three of them correctly in your head props to you for paying attention.

  1. You are never too young to be used by God.
At the age sixteen I am not too young to be used by God. 
Those six to ten year olds were not too young to be used by God. 
My sunday school class is not too young to be used by God, my nieces and nephew, Take a guess... Good  job! You guessed right! They are not too young to be used by God... Why? 
Because it doesn't matter how old you are. God doesn't start having a plan for you when you are twenty-five. He started having a plan for you WAY before you were born. And his plan starts for you before you are born. 1 Timothy 4:12 says “Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity.”

      2. Don't be afraid to be vulnerable.

Writing a song about what I was doing wrong and sharing it with the world wasn't easy. It was like I was admitting my sin to the world. But that's not what it's all about. It's about how I was ignoring God and then he softened me, He purified me, and made my heart long for himself and to do his will.
If I wasn't vulnerable with you today, would that make a difference?
I know that if the couple who shared their story hadn’t been vulnerable that night at small group I would be a different person today.
There is a closeness between friends that is only shared when you are vulnerable with each other.  My favorite quote right now is by a dear friend of mine who has been a great mentor to me. “How can we let our light shine from behind our four walls” - CJ Lindsey
How can we show God’s love and tell the world what he has done for us if we are afraid to be vulnerable?

     3. Are you listening for him? And will you go when and where he
          calls you?

I was straight up asking God to guide me where he wanted me to go. And when he told me I pretended that he didn't saying thing cuz it wasnt what i wanted. I flat out ignored what he told me to do. 
Those warm fuzzy blankets and fluffy pillows soon become the chains that hold you because you aren't willing to make a change and follow where He calls you. 
That is something I had to come face to face with. Doing what God calls you to do brings you closer to him. A lot of the time we are never satisfied with where we are, but we don't want to move out of our comfort zone to go find a place where we are satisfied, and that's in his arms. That is the only place we can ever be truly satisfied.

I hope you enjoy my song, and I hope you enjoyed my story.
And now I have a challenge for you. Just like my sister challenged me.

What's your plan? What are you going to do about it? And if God is calling you to do something….. Are you going to listen?

You can hear my song here.

~McKenna Pouget~

Friday, April 28, 2017


"David also said to Solomon his son, “Be strong and courageous, and do the work. Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord God, my God, is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you until all the work for the service of the temple of the Lord is finished.
1 Chronicles 28:20, NIV
What a great reminder that God, the Creator of the Universe, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, is the same God I serve, and He never changes. David knew that God would be with his son and reminded Solomon that He will “not fail you or forsake you”.
Moses gave those same words to Joshua in Deuteronomy 31:6 “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you.”
Paul reminds us of the same in Hebrews 13: 5 “because God has said, ‘Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.’”
Over the course of history, God’s promise has been that He will never leave or forsake His own. He promised Joshua. He promised Solomon and He promises me.
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Tuesday, January 10, 2017


Thank you Ann for saying what my heart speaks that I cannot put into words!


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