Do I Matter to You?

I sat next to you at the lunch table yesterday, but you only talked about yourself.

Do I matter to you?

I brought you into this world and raised you into a decent human being, but you never give me any credit.

Do I matter to you?

I tried to get your attention this morning, but you chose to ignore me.

Do I matter to you?

I put food on the table for you night after night, but you rarely thank me.

Do I matter to you?

I was at the park when you were there, but you never acknowledged my existence.

Do I matter to you?

I want to spend time with you, but you act like I don’t exist.

Do I matter to you?

I asked you how your day was, but you were too preoccupied to answer.

Do I matter to you?

I tried to have a conversation with you last night, but your eyes never left your computer screen.

Do I matter to you?

I loved and encouraged you through your darkest days, but you’ve ignored me ever since.

Do I matter to you?

I had something important to tell you, but you were too tired to listen.

Do I matter to you?

I’ve loved you unconditionally, but you’ve taken advantage of me time and time again.

Do I matter to you?

I wrote a book about love and redemption, but you have found every excuse not to read it.

Do I matter to you?

I see a purpose in you, but you refuse to acknowledge it.

Do I matter to you?

I’ve given you a gift to share with others, but you’ve kept it to yourself.

Do I matter to you?

I sent My son to die on the cross for you.

Do I matter to you?

The Price We Pay for Trusting God – by Tonya Weeks

I’m broke. I’m in the hole financially. I thank the Good Lord above that my husband has a great job and supports us on his one paycheck, because, quite frankly, if we were relying on my twogoing on threepublished books, we’d be in a world of hurt. It would be Ramen and Spaghettios every night for this little family of ours.

On July 7th of 2017, I sat here in the chair that I’m currently occupying (my “perch” as my husband laughingly calls it), and I asked God to fill my idle time. Idle time, at least in my world, is ugly and self-deprecating as it allows my mind to absorb and believe the lies of the Evil One. Insecurity, doubt, depression will run rampant through my mind and heart if I allow too much idle time.

I know for some of you that you would love some of that alone time. You’re busy, you’re involved in many activities, and perhaps your job calls for more hours than you wish. Neither end of our “time spectrums” are healthy. We need rest, but we also need a good balance of being productive and using our time wisely. And that’s where I found myself on that summer day almost two years agoneeding to find a way to spend my time wisely.

Within minutes after asking God to fill that idle time, He prompted me to write. I’ve always loved the idea of writing, but up until that point, I hadn’t done much of it. All that changed that day when He told me to not only write a faith-based novel, but to make it a three-book series.

Y’all, I never blinked once about it. The insecure, doubting, low self-esteemed woman that usually inhabits my body kept her comments to herself that day (a miracle in itself). Instead, what replaced that person was someone who said “Yes” to the call. “Yes,” I will write these books, Lord. “Yes,” I will stay the course and finish what You are creating in my heart to write. “Yes,” because I know that this could only come from You. And so I began writing.

Fast forward to now, almost two years later. I’m broke. I’ve spent way too much money on buying inventory (my actual books) and other office supplies. I’ve had to pay my editors and my cover artistalthough they deserve MUCH more than I have been able to compensate them. (Side note: They’re all the best, both in the work they’ve done for me and as amazing human beings.) And don’t even get me started on the cost of my fruitless advertising efforts that have been ridiculously expensive. Have I mentioned that I’m in the hole? (insert winky face)

However, and that’s a huge “HOWEVER,” I’m not in this for the money. I’m not in this to impress anyone. I’m not expecting to ever receive national or international notoriety. I’m not in this to be waving my hands in the air and screaming, “Hey! Look at me! Look what I did!”

No, I’m in this to fill my idle time, to occupy those spaces in my head that would otherwise call me “stupid, insignificant, unworthy.” I’m in this to provide therapy to my heart, to grow me and to challenge me in my relationship with Christ. I’m in this to share this beautiful story of “Ivory Shores” to hopefully forever change the hearts of those who read the series. It’s an amazing storynot because of me, but because it came straight from our Heavenly Father. This is His story, and I’m humbled to share it.

So, what is the cost of trusting God? It’s priceless. There is no sum large enough to define the value of obedience when you’re doing it for your Audience of One.

Trust Him. Obey Him when He calls you to something bigger than yourself. For it’s in those times that… that it’s everything.

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What Does the Bible Say about Daylight Saving Time? (Day/Light/Saving/Time) – by Tonya Weeks

As most of the country prepares to set their clocks forward this weekend for Daylight Saving Time, my thoughts are pondering those individual words: Day, Light, Saving, and Time. In our lives, we are greatly affected by those words, wouldn’t you agree? Whether we’re trying to save money, wishing there were more hours in the day, wondering where the time has gone, or desiring the sun to shine more often to lighten our moods (it’s been raining here a lot lately!). The list is endless, and we can so easily get caught up in the woes that those words can bring.

Whether you love the extra light in the evenings that Daylight Saving Time brings, or if losing that hour of sleep wrecks your whole week, would you allow me to offer some Biblical encouragement as we step into this new season?

May the following words of scripture remind us that our hope is in the Lord, that our days and our time are His, and that we should spend them wisely. And may we always remember that He is our Light and our only path to a saving grace for eternal life!

  • Psalm 118:24 “This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
  • Psalm 139:16 “You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.”
  • Matthew 6:27 “Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?”
  • Colossians 4:5: “Live wisely among those who are not believers, and make the most of your time and of every opportunity.”
  • John 8:12 “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
  • Matthew 5:16 “In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.”
  • Ephesians 2:8 “For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God.”
  • Romans 10:9 “Because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.”

Blessings,

Tonya

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Synopsis – Ivory Shores: Book One – by Tonya Weeks

An unlikely group of six vastly different women journey together to a secluded, southern beach known as Ivory Shores. Not one of them knows just how much impact she will have on the others through the life experiences she brings with her into their tiny beach house. As friendships grow, bonds strengthen, and individual stories unfold, each woman — no matter how bold, bitter, or broken her heart is — begins to find her own place in the great story of healing and restoration.

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Luke Perry: Life is Fleeting – by Tonya Weeks

I can only imagine that Luke Perry thought he still had many years ahead of him. At just 52-years-old, famous for his fictional roles on Beverly Hills 90210 and Riverdale, the actor passed away today (3.4.19) due to complications from a massive stroke. 52 — let that sink in. Have you ever stopped to consider how fleeting this life really is? We’re known for posting photos on social media of our children on their birthdays, and what is it we say in the captions? That’s right: “Where has the time gone?” It’s so true, isn’t? Life is passing us by, and what do we have to show for it? If today were to be my last day on Earth, I hope I would be remembered for showing kindness, spreading joy, and bringing laughter into the lives of my loved ones and friends. But, most importantly, did I do my best to point others to Christ? Did I share with them the unconditional love that only God can provide? Do they know how much He desires to have a personal relationship with them? May I spend my remaining days, weeks, months, and years with that one goal in mind — making His name great. Our lives are fleeting. May we make the most of every day that we are given.

Camille – by Tonya Weeks

This will not only be my first time to go on an all girls’ beach trip, but it will most likely be my last. At the age of 44, I am way too young by this world’s standards to be facing my own mortality. My life has been good, my sweet husband loves me with all of his heart, and my two children are everything a proud momma could ever wish for. My career has taken me to wonderful places where I have gotten to meet and minister to women all over this country.

As a women’s ministry speaker, I have had the honor of teaching, encouraging, and loving on women through their many struggles. Troubled marriages, wayward children, strongholds of addiction, sickness, and devastating abuse are just a few of the stories that run rampant in their everyday lives. Even after all my years of doing this, every story from every woman still touches my heart to its very core. It has been my absolute pleasure to advise them, pray with them, and help them in any way that I can. And I’m sure that the Good Lord will allow me to continue my ministry in the coming days with the five lovely women with whom I am going to the beach. The tough part is that none of them has any idea of the struggles going on in my own personal life.

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In addition to my parents and my brother, my husband Dan and our semi-grown children are the only ones who know. My symptoms and outward signs have been minimal thus far, so it’s been fairly easy to keep it to myself. As much as I believe that God is my Healer, my Protector, and my Comforter, the human side of me is so very scared. And so is my family.

Dan and the kids have been so strong for me, but I hear them crying in the other rooms when they think I am out of earshot. Adam is trying to be a man, but as a twenty-year-old – still living at home while taking summer classes at a local college and working a part-time job – this has really added to his emotional stress level. And my sweet Brooke is just trying to be a normal teenager. She and I are very close, and I am already seeing where she is pulling away from her other relationships. Her friends don’t know what she’s going through, and they certainly don’t understand why she is so sad lately. It breaks my heart to know how much they are all struggling.

When we first learned of the news, we had so many questions: How can this be happening? How will this affect my ministry? Why isn’t there anything that can make this go away? How do we go on acting normal when our lives have become so uprooted? And how do I explain to my friend Suzannah that I can no longer go on the beach trip?

I had already said “yes” quite a while back about going with her and the other ladies, but that was before we got the news. I was ready to back out right away. There was no way I was going to leave my family for that long, but Dan wouldn’t have any of that. As much as we want to spend every last day together, he continues to insist that I also live as many experiences as I can. We have always lived a married life of no regrets, and he has reminded me of that time and time again as I flip-flop back and forth about this trip.

I have never been an it’s-all-about-me kind of person, and I refuse to begin now. Drawing any sort of attention to myself or to my own worries this coming week is not an option. It’s not who I am, and it’s not who I want to become. My primary focus is to set my own concerns aside and be a blessing to these ladies.

Of course, I also want to have fun with them and laugh until my belly aches. I want to feel the sand between my toes and hear the waves crashing against the shoreline. I want to forget all my cares for just a few days.

So here I am, the night before I leave for a trip to the beach, packing my bags, and trusting that God has brought me to this place for a reason.

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