There was a group of us talking about our parents and some funny things about our childhood. One fellow jokingly told us about when he went away to college how much his mother learned while he was away. We all had good a good laugh. Is that not the truth? When we are growing as a child we think they are God but as teens we would rather deny their very existence and do things our way. 
Lately I have been very blessed by being able to use the talent The Lord has given me to serve others with my piano music. It was very astounding of how many people would come up to me in response of how it blessed their soul. One lady in particular came to me and was inquiring of which university that I studied at for music. I could not help but laugh and tell her respectfully ‘a little elderly lady took me in for $5.00 a lesson and made me sit there for an hour every lesson writing tons of music notes while her and my dad talked about the days gone by when they were young.” I would often refer to it as the hour of torture, and of course that began to make me recall all the crazy memories of how dad stood over me and critiqued every song. He often threatened to record my whining and play it back to the teacher. Let me tell you that if that happened to a kid these days at piano lessons…… Let’s put it this way ‘they would never make it!!!!’ Dad would always remind me of how someday I would thank him and tell him how much I appreciated his effort….. Yeah right dad…. sure I will.
Over the weekend Mike and I decided to come home for a quick visit to see our folks and to take care of a few other things. We have had the best time here with everyone and really don’t want to leave. I thought back to the fellow who was talking about his mother and how much she learned while he was away and then realized it took me returning home several times plus many years to see that mom and dad really are smart. Daddy is 85 years old and still going strong and it truly was a thrill to get to tell him about the sweet lady inquiring of which music school I studied at. Of course that only made him stick out his chest and say “See, I told you so.” I’m sure he took it a little far and wanted to be overly thanked and had to remind me of a few memories that I wasn’t interested in re-living. However after his fun with me he did get the appreciation he had been waiting for 30 years later. Most don’t have their parents at this age but I thank God that he has allowed me to have this time with mine and would not trade it for anything in the world. If they had not been hard on me then it is for certain that I would have never been living the life that I’m privileged to live for others.
God Bless You. 
Missy Weyenberg



A group of us Christians were gathered together in a bible study and the question came up as to what were some of the idols are in our life. There were many wonderful answers around the room that got us to thinking deeper. I always felt like my idol was the iPhone. But a few hours later after the class had been dismissed the question still was rattling around in my head and I came to the conclusion my idol was really “image”. Not the kind of image of how pretty we can make ourselves look but the image we create for others to believe when in reality we are something else. I want to be loved and accepted and to even appear to live perfect without stumbling but not at the cost of hindering my faith. The truth is I fail daily.


Everyone has a battleground that the enemy will meet us on. There is something that I have battled for a long time over and over that the enemy will not let go. He continues to try different tactics to cause further weakening. Call it “sin” call it whatever but yes it is a battle that the enemy finally gained enough ground to make it that much harder to overcome. I had prayed about it many times and even prayed as I fell into his trap. Does is matter what I did? No. Many people would say “Oh, that’s nothing, why would that be so bad?” But to me it was a big deal just as much as it would have been a big deal for the early Christians to eat the meat that had been previously offered as sacrifices. And then to make it worse it happened right before leaving for church. But you know what? I’m not happy about the failure but am thankful for the great lesson to be learned and blessing the Lord had for me.


On the way to church the enemy was doing the victory dance and having his great jubilee of screaming and laughing in my head of the failure. As the tears were streaming down my cheeks and thoughts running through my head on how I brought shame to the Lord. I prayed for forgiveness but the enemy challenged that as well and continued to recall it to memory over and over. No matter what, I was still going to church and serve him in spite of it all. When I walked into that door the overwhelming presence of love, grace and mercy called out from the cross. The songs they sang took on a deeper meaning to me and healing began. The bleeding lamb set before us to be offered so that we can be made alive and whole again. Power from God Almighty was there and in his presence he offered forgiveness and reconciliation. Deep love from Christ the Lord reached down and spoke from his word “Neither do I condemn you, go and sin no more.” Even though that will be another battle for us to replay our sins over again and again in our minds we must gain the victory that God does not even remember it and has cast it away as far as the east is from the west. He has already won the battle for us.


So for my life I want for my idol to be the “Image” of Christ Jesus. To be filled with his holy spirit, to bear the fruits of his love, peace, joy, longsuffering, being tender hearted to others and forgiving them just as Christ has forgiven me. Good godly and well-meaning people put so much pressure on each other to have a perfect walk with the Lord that we begin to live for each other instead of living for God. That is a living image or an “Idol” or my “sin” rather that I create for others and make them into the idol I worship instead of what we should do is live for God and be servants to each other.

God bless you all.

Missy Weyenberg


Boo Devil!!!!!

Crud, I’m trying to write and about 50 things start to go wrong . I figure it’s something that the enemy does not want anyone to hear about so he decides to hinder me so that I’ll give up. Typical to say the least.

Over the Thanksgiving Holiday our family had a wonderful time getting together for our very large family feast. It was a wonderful time of thanks and sharing fun stories of old times. We did our family portrait that has grown in larger numbers every year. What a wonderful time of making lifelong memories with the people I love the most.

Something happened that really got me to thinking  a little deeper… and you all know that I can be a very deep thinker. (lol) Now you must understand that I’m not trying to pick one person out because this did not happen with one person but several and not the first time that I have encountered this before with many different people. Let’s say “This ain’t my first rodeo” so to speak.

When we are all setting down together sharing laughs and playing on our smart phones having a great time, I asked one of my sweet friends if I could look at some of their pictures of their kids that they have one their phone. No big deal right? The response is usually followed by “Sure if I can monitor which pictures you look at.” Is there something on their phone I do not need to see? Then their whole face changes and the squirm and nervousness begins to take hold.  “Well Missy I just know you’re a Christian and I don’t want you to see any of the bad things that my other friends have sent me as a joke.” Hmmmmmm, isn’t that how is usually is that our other friends would sent us stuff but we would never… and I mean never have that on our phones unless someone was just was sending it as a joke. Right?

Now first off I must asked “what does it really matter what I personally think in the first place?” Of course I’m not trying to be nosey or pry into some ones personal life to begin the judging process. That is not my place nor ever will be. But, I have to say what a wonderful compliment that people view me as such and sees something in my character that would somehow convict them of their wrong doing. It is an honor to be identified as such and I’m very thankful for that but this truly is not about me or how I think or what I may say. But this really gets me to thinking how we all lack the accountability of other. Today with the vast availability of smart phones we are able to view anything we want to in the privacy of our house, cars, office, etc. without anyone knowing. The problem is we are so attached to our phones that we even sleep with it next to our beds. We are the only ones who have it all to ourselves without having to worry about anyone ever picking it up just to see what we are viewing. This became such a problem with home computers that many families choose to keep it in complete view for all to see. But the phone is a more powerful tool than a regular desktop would ever be and can be kept in your pocket. You can get on the internet in you bathroom at work!

But getting back to heart. We all need someone for an accountability partner. Whether we want to dwell on it or not some day we all will stand before the most Holy Lord God and he will ultimately judge us for our good works and bad. He is the one that we need to worry about. It is not “I” or your friends or even your accountability partner because in the end we are all standing there together. And when he says to you….”My child, let me look into the photos and scenes of your life to see what you have been doing…..” It will not be a time to squirm or get nervous and say to the Lord “Hold on Lord… Let me delete something because I am to ashamed for you to see me for what I have been doing……” It is high time friends for each one of us to clean up the closets of our lives.

When your standing alone with God and he asked you that question your responds needs to be “Lord, I have done my best but you know that is not good enough. I have failed you many times and been tempted by the lust of the world. Lord, I could never make it on my own but while I was on Earth I surrendered to the cross and on my knees of knowing that I could never be good enough i looked to your son hanging there.  He was innocent but he took my place and I asked that he apply the blood he spilled out for my life. Lord, don’t look at my life but look at his for he took my place.”

We all need each other for accountability. And as the Christmas Holiday is upon us, let us remember that there was a savior that was born into the world was perfect and humble in every way and he so graciously took that punishment for each one of which we would have deserved.

May the Lord Bless your heart this season.

Missy Weyenberg

Facebook Fantasy Land

There once was a plate and it had a lot on it. There once was a cup and it runneth over. I can’t imagine a time more busy in my life than it is right now. This move and our new life transition to a new duty station is over whelming. There has never been a time that I can recall when my husband and I could not make solid decisions. It has become the testing ground of our faith. There is no real right or wrong answer for doing the right thing whether it be to find a great home for one of our dearly beloved pets or to sell one of our cars. I’m certain at this point that some people are starting to think that we have truly lost our minds… me especially and that we are to be avoided completely. Which has started to happen. (lol) In all this chaos we have the option to escape to the face-book fantasy land right? Have you ever heard of “gotta find a happy place?” Where do we go to escape?

I think of face book as being the fantasy land of where everyone escapes for a small time to see where everyone else is living it up besides them. I am guilty of it time after time. It is the place where you can find others posting religious remarks only to show their own self righteousness or seeing people breaking up. I have seen more families break up over the years and unfortunately face-book is the place to find out if one of your love ones have died or is having a major surgery. It’s the truth. It’s horrible to say but that is where I first learned of my best friends passing. This seems to be the place where we all gravitate just to say we are “keeping in touch.” I for one don’t think I could live without it anymore or I would feel as if thought I’m out of the loop. In reality the virtual world is really real. We have all these friends, mentors, pastors, doctors, or who ever at our fingertips to socialize with and to be certainly influenced by. Some of the people I now know are famous actors and singers. It is just weird to “chat” with them. It seems to be the place where everyone cares and certainly acts like they are interested in our latest drama that has happened. It is a place where we can either be “liked” or if we are rejected they are still stick around just to see what crazy thing we say next. Let’s face it we all are interested in what the other person is doing because it makes us feel better about drowning in our own situations. Or perhaps it may help. Maybe my outlook is different.

I love the virtual world because in reality it is more truthful than being in person with someone. People are more likely to tell you what they really think because we are all hiding behind a mask of a keypad. You can say whatever is on your mind and not even have to see persons reaction. This is probably not healthy. Even if they we do complain they have an option to “delete us.” It is like one giant easy button. Hey, someone makes you mad “delete,” someone offends you “well, I’ll hide that person” someone stalking you “I’ll block him!” need financial advice… just become friends with a bank… What the heck……(lol) I mean really, its like we have total control over our life in some kind of strange virtual way. Forget counselors… just ask your 485 friends!!! It is even a place where people go to meet others and fall in love.

I have even heard missionaries say that even though they are thousands of miles away they still are chatting with their family back home while that person is walking around in a mall eating at McDonald’s. Its like we are not away from each other at all.It is a fantasy land that truly has great effects on our life and our emotions. I personally would not know what I would have done without all my friends and supporters that I had while going though my daughters diagnosis. We can laugh, cry, get advice, be ministered to, prayed for, lifted up, torn down, blocked, be-friended, loved, stalked, be hidden from someones timeline, all the while never moving from our seats. And even though we have never moved we are so greatly effected in so many aspects. We even value the advice of someone we never met or have not talked to in years and have no idea what they are really like in their world.

I’ll leave you with this… Is it really a fantasy land at all or is it the true reality of our lives?

Happy Chatting!

Missy Weyenberg

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