When God calls You to an Unfamiliar Place

Yesterday I went for a walk at the park… a park that I walk at frequently. I’m a creature of habit and I always walk the route that doesn’t go under the shade trees, because ticks and stuff.. gross! I NEVER go under the trees.

But on yesterday’s walk, when I got to the fork between the path into the trees and the normal path under the sun, God began to speak to my heart. He told me to take the path under the shade trees.

Immediately fear set in. “But God, that is different… that is uncomfortable.. I don’t want to go that way.”

Never the less, I embarked down the shade tree path. As I began walking under the trees on this unfamiliar path, there was the most refreshing breeze. The sun had been blazing and for a momma with a five week old baby in a stroller, it had been a struggle down my familiar path. The breeze felt so nice. Immediately God began to speak.

“Jordan, sometimes in life I call you to walk down unfamiliar paths. When I call you to walk down  bear paths remember that I know the whole story. The unfamiliar path I call you to walk down just may be the very path you must take to find the rest your soul needs.”

My heart immediately felt relief… replenished… and renewed..

I continued down the unfamiliar path taking in the views. I felt accomplished.. proud of myself for listening when God said “This is the way,  now walk in it.” But then something unexpected happened. I began to notice a short cut in the path. A nice little cutoff road that would take me back to my familiar trail. I immediately wanted to take it. I began to think “I already heard God speak.. that was so nice, now I can take the short cut back to what is familiar. I learned the lesson, now I can go back to my normal route.”

But the Holy Spirit began to urge me to go further. He said “Jordan, we’ve come this far down this path, don’t you want to see what more I have for you on this journey?”

And I did…. I so desperately wanted to see what else he had for me.

Isn’t that how we are in life? We avoid the unfamiliar. We shrink back in fear when God calls us to walk down the unfamiliar path. Then, if we do somehow find the Holy courage to take the unfamiliar road, you can be certain there will be shortcuts back to familiar at every turn.. opportunities to take the easy route…

Today I encourage you… go down the unfamiliar path… don’t take the shortcuts.. and maybe, just maybe, you will find the joy and rest you’ve been looking for all along.

The Faith Fight: Fighting for Faith with the Odds Stacked Against You

In life we go through seasons.. easy seasons.. hard seasons.. in between seasons.. Sometimes the hardest seasons are the unsure seasons. The seasons when you are faced with a choice.. there are usually a few options during these seasons, and making the right one is sometimes all consuming.

Normally in these decisional seasons, the easiest, safest choice is what we go with. But what if the hard choice is really the right choice? How do we fight to have faith to do hard things in a world that is built around keeping yourself safe?

In our society we are all about building a safe little life. 3 bedroom house with the fence, the perfect 2 children, a cute little dog, retirement funds and more! Not that there is anything wrong with that, but what does God say about life?

He’s far more concerned with our faith walk, than our safe boundaries. In fact, it seems that he’s always calling us to step outside our comfort zone so that we can see him move.

I think a lot of times we pick the safe choice out of fear. What will people think? This choice doesn’t make sense by our world’s standards.. But then God reminds me that he works best under pressure. When the odds are stacked against us, that is when God can show out the most. A lot of us are just too afraid to step out into that space. The unknown.. the scary.. the faith place.

The Bible is filled with stories of people who were put in scary circumstances but God showed out in those circumstances.

I want to see God show out in my circumstances. I don’t want to live just the safe life, but the life that sees God moves mountains, don’t you?



So today, let’s choose the hard choice.. the scary choice.. the less supported choice knowing that our faith in God means that we aren’t subject to the world’s safe options. We can walk on water, stand in the lion’s den, and walk through the parted red sea.



Hebrews 11:1 “Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.”


Messy Motives

Have you ever been in a place where the rug gets swept out from underneath you? Your foundation gets shaken and you are left asking yourself what happened? How did everything get so messy? This has been my life for what feels like a century! Lately I’ve been asking God questions. Questions like “How did I get so off track?” “How did I become so isolated?” “Why do I feel so alone?”

Maybe you can relate…

Last night as I was asking God some of these questions he said “Jordan, your motive for walking with me got a little messy. You started to care more about following and fitting in with my people, than you cared about following and walking with me.” Ouch.

But we do that don’t we? It’s so easy to get the lines crossed. We are called to love God and love people.. in that order. But sometimes we get so busy loving the people, that we forget about our first love.

So I started to reflect on the last year of my life… on my underground season.. this messy, lonely season. I realized that somewhere along the way I missed it… the big mark that said this is the way.. walk in it.. I missed it because I was too busy watching all the people walking towards The Way.unnamed

It wasn’t that I was a messed up person, but my motive for following Jesus had gotten a little messy. Was it for fame? To build my own kingdom? For the people I wanted to help? I’m not really sure how I missed the mark, but somewhere I began following the people instead of my Jesus. I got swept up in “the christian walk.”

But then it happened.


The time came when the people I had been following hurt me. Broke my spirit. Left me empty handed and confused. I found myself all of a sudden standing on the road I had been walking with no hope in sight… because when your faith is built on people, and then the people hurt you,  you’re left on a lonely road.. confused and abandoned. Where do I go now? What do I do now? I was following Jesus..really I was.. But then it hit me…

If I was truly following Jesus then how did my world come crashing down when the people let me down? If my foundation was Jesus wouldn’t I have been able to keep going after I was hurt?


Somewhere I shifted. My foundation started out built on Jesus but then I began to build it on people. The lines got a little bit messy and crossed.

So here I am now.. with a new revelation.. the revelation that when our motives get messy, Jesus never does. The beautiful thing about God is that every time we get it wrong, he gently pulls us back. We are like sheep that wander off… He just gently pulls us back to himself.

Maybe you have been like me… a sheep following the herd, instead of the shepherd.. let’s together take a stand. Let’s decide to follow our shepherd instead of the sheep. And when we hear him say “this is the way, walk in it,” we can walk boldly with confidence, knowing that our shepherd will be ever faithful, solid and strong, always leading us to beautiful places.

Grace for Tough Seasons

Some seasons in life are harder than others. Sometimes I feel like I’m broken… Something is wrong with me.. I need a reset. Because in this season I missed it somewhere.
But then there’s Jesus. He tells me I haven’t missed it. The ship didn’t sail… I didn’t miss the mark.

Because see there’s this grace that exudes from the hands of Jesus. This grace knew I’d be in this season and that I’d feel broken… and it gently carries me above the rising waters.

The grace of Jesus picks me up and carries me when I know I can't carry myself. Click To Tweet

He knew I’d have this season. He knew that in this season I wouldn’t be able to carry myself through. But he knew that in this season he would get the chance to tell me something new… to show me something I desperately need to see, grace…

So in the hard seasons of life I’ll raise my white flag and lay down my pride and pick up the grace of my sweet Jesus.

“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christʼs power may rest on me.”

‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭12:9‬ ‭NIV‬‬

*During hard seasons it can be hard to keep our heads above water. My Fifteen Day Devotional: Habakkuk… Embracing the Journey Through Seasons of Pain and Confusion helped me so much through the hardest season of my life. You can grab your copy here!

He is the God who sees me.. the REAL me..

Some days I think I’m doing pretty good with this whole Christian life thing.

Prayed  today ✅

Loved my neighbor as myself ✅

Encouraged someone✅

Read my Bible✅

Others days are more like yesterday.

Forgot to pray 👎

Lost my cool on someone 👎

Ran out of time for quiet time 👎

Those days make me feel real good about myself. And the award for Most Devoted Follower goes to… not me.

I know I’m not alone. The enemy has a way of tricking us into a good verses bad mentality.

On days when I feel less than, God reminds me of his heart for me. He reminds me that the cross covers my good days and my bad ones.

He reminds me that no one is righteous and that even my good days don’t measure up.

He reminds me that the cross covers my humanity and that salvation covers it all.

My favorite thing he reminds me is that he is the God who sees me.. like REALLY sees me. The ugly, gross insides of me that I try not to see myself. He sees it all, but doesn’t define me by it. He sees the intricate parts of me and says “I love you so much.”

He reminds me each time that He sees me and that he’s got me. He encourages me with kindness and love to run towards him in my weakness.

And so, on days like yesterday, I’m encouraged and loved by the God who sees me and loves me the same. I’m encouraged to continue the race. I’m encouraged to stand on truth instead of feelings…and I stand on the finished work of the cross.

He sees us… he loves us… each part of us.. even the parts we deem unlovable. So today,  whether we are “good” or “bad,” we will run towards the God who sees us.

Click To Tweet

~Jordan is a lover of Jesus.. her husband… laughter.. and sweet and creamy coffee.. She spends her days teaching littles and loving women through Beautifully Broken Ministries.

When the Wrong Words Come Out…

Happy Wednesday! It’s the middle of the week and that is so exciting. Today we at Truth Unplugged are so excited about our guest blogger, Becky Kopitzke. I met Becky this summer at She Speaks and she was such a ray of sunshine! Her transparency and humor make the awkward  topics a little less awkward and a little more doable. I hope you enjoy her post!

“Mommy, show me your boobie!”

“Excuse me?” My eyebrows shot up. “Show you my what?”

My three-year-old dashed from the playroom to where I sat in a kitchen chair. “Your boobie! On your arm!”

“Ohhh—you mean my boo-boo. Ok, sure.” I pushed up my t-shirt sleeve, revealing a teddy bear band-aid from the doctor’s office, where an hour earlier my daughters and I had gotten stuck with our annual flu shots.

“Yes, Mommy, I want to see your boo-boo. Look, you got a green band-aid just like me!”

“I sure did! We were brave!” And your mother is so relieved you were talking about her arm.

A natural mistake for a child, right? Boo-boo, boo-bee—easy to mix up a vowel sound here and there, no big deal.

But she got me thinking. Sometimes I pick the wrong words, too. Difference is—I know better.

Words like these.

I said put your FREAKING shoes on, now!

I am so tired of this CRAP!

DANGITALL, doesn’t anybody listen to me around here?! Aaaaaagh!!!

Oops. Occasionally I wrestle a bit with self-control. Do you? Frustration bubbles up and spills out my mouth, through grinding teeth and under fiery dragon breath. I don’t necessarily roar at full volume, I mean, I do have some godly discretion (see this halo on my head?). Often I’m just grumbling to myself.

But even if I only think the nasty words and never give them a voice, they’re still a symptom of some ailment brewing deeper than my throat. It’s my heart that needs the check-up.

“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it,” (Proverbs 4:23).

What does it mean to guard your heart? I used to believe this meant building walls of discipline around it, stacking prayers and memorized scripture like bricks, one on top of another until I’d constructed a pious barrier from which raw emotions could nev-ah escape, mwuahahaha.

But it turns out the wall wasn’t bulletproof. I’d get hit with a bad day or a surge of unruly hormones, and those bricks cracked and crumbled, leaving me exposed, cranky, and suddenly inflicted with a colorful vocabulary.

Slowly now, I’m discovering a more authentic definition. Perhaps, to “guard your heart” means to tend it, watch over it, nurture it. To let it thrive and not suffocate.

It means acknowledging the raw emotions as part of who and whose I am, even in my ugliest moments.

I am a child of God. My heart belongs to him.

So. This is usually the part of the story where the blogger invites you to clean up your act, tame your tongue, rise above the temptation of sin. True, the Bible is full of verses on why we shouldn’t shout “crap” in front of our kids, and I’m in total support of them.

But today, I want to remind you what else the Bible says.


“I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God,” (Ephesians 3:16–19, emphasis added).

We’re all going to mess up. We’re all going to have days when emotions scramble to the surface and spew out the wrong pipe. But don’t define yourself by them. Recognize that you are human, you are trying, and God loves you through it all.

He isn’t just helping you guard your heart. He’s living within it.

Heaven knows I need to remember that. You, too?

Let’s do it together. Show me your boo-boos and I’ll show you mine.

Join me every week for a new devotion at beckykopitzke.com. I can’t wait to meet you there.



Becky Kopitzke is the author of The SuperMom Myth: Conquering the Dirty Villains of Motherhood (Shiloh Run Press), and founder of The Cranky Mom Fix. As a writer, speaker, mentor, dreamer, believer, lunch packer and recovering perfectionist, Becky believes parenting is one of God’s greatest tools for building our faith, character, and strength—and it’s not always pretty. On her devotional blog, beckykopitzke.com, she offers weekly encouragement for fellow imperfect moms, pointing our weaknesses, blessings, and victories to God.

Becky lives messily ever after with her loving husband and their two young daughters in northeast Wisconsin, where a pink indoor trampoline fills half the once formal living room.

Connect with Becky on Facebook, Pinterest and Instagram!

Trusting God for the Small Things..

I am a big dreamer kind of gal… the bigger the better. Impossible? No Way! Unrealistic? Who Cares?

I like to believe God for big things and I am constantly asking him to do big things… to move mountains.. part red seas.. burn a bush without actually burning it kind of things.

But tonight, as I ponder the chaos that surrounds my daily circumstances I find myself asking God “Why?”

“Why is it so hard for me to get up on time?”

“Why is it so hard to get the house put in order?”

“Why is it so hard to do the little day in and day out things?”

His response was “You trust me to do the big things, but you don’t trust me to do the small things.”

That can’t be right..

But then he said, “Jordan, you KNOW you need me for the big things… the out of reach things.. the impossible things.. so you have to entrust them to me… But with the small things, you can manage on your own, so instead of entrusting EACH tiny task into my hands, you try to carry them on your own and they weigh you down.”


It makes sense though doesn’t it? Isn’t it so easy to get wrapped up trying to do all of our small tasks, instead of entrusting those small tasks to Jesus?

Proverbs 16:25 NIV says “There is a way that appears to be right, but in the end it leads to death.”

Taking care of the small things appears to be right sometimes. I can take care of the house… I can get up on time.. I can cook the supper and do the dishes.. I can wash the clothes and get everyone ready for tomorrow..

I can manage… Really, I can..

Until I can’t… and then I’m filled with feelings of shame… rejection.. failure.. something in my spirit seems to die when I try to do it all on
my own.

And so… I’m realizing I need Jesus.. not just
for the big, move the mountain dreams, but for the small, messy, ordinary things.

I'm realizing I need Jesus.. not just for the big, move the mountain dreams, but for the small, messy, ordinary things. Click To Tweet

And maybe, just maybe, when I give him the little things, I will see him work all of the things out for my good.





That Time We Made a Wrong Turn…

Today a couple of my friends and I were driving home from Propel Women in Jackson, Mississippi.. We knew the route home.. We knew our final destination… but somewhere along the way we found ourselves way of track. We had been driving for a hot minute in the wrong direction. Somewhere along our trip, we must have taken a wrong turn.

Baffled and completely off course we found ourselves asking:  How did we end up here?

Along that wrong turn, there was a gas station. It wasn’t the most elaborate gas station… it was quite the opposite actually.. But in this place that was a little weird and a lot uncomfortable, God began to speak to all four of us in big ways.

He began to work in the middle of our wrong turn.

It made us realize that what we thought was a wrong turn, God knew was a necessary turn.

He had the wrong turn worked out to teach us fullsizerender
and grow us towards him.

We absolutely were supposed to stop in that sketchy little place somewhere on a side road in Mississippi.

And the Holy Spirit began to speak…

“Jordan, sometimes a wrong turn can lead to the right place.”

In life I like to have a plan, I think if we are honest we all do to some degree. When we find ourselves in a situation or season that is a little weird and uncomfortable, we begin to wonder how we made a wrong turn.. Where did we go wrong?? Which road led us here??

But the truth is, God determines every step. Nothing is an accident with God. He is a God of intentionality.

Proverbs 16:9 says “The heart of man plans his way, but the LORD establishes his steps.”

Embrace the steps in the journey..The weird steps.. The sad steps.. The hard steps.. The good steps.. Because in each of these steps,  God is bringing us closer to Jesus.



To the little boy who wrecked my heart…

To the little boy who wrecked my heart….

Thank you for teaching me how to be silly… your giggles make me smile so big.

Thank you for teaching me to embrace the crazy.. that’s where all the fun happens.

Thank you for teaching me that the mess is really just a picture of the moments.. the moments that make us laugh too loud and play too hard.

Thank you for teaching me it’s okay to make mistakes… everybody makes mistakes sometimes.

Thank you for teaching me how to forgive… even when the hurt runs deep.

Thank you for teaching me how to give to others… your heart is the biggest.

Thank you for teaching me to dream crazy dreams.. I hope one day you get to go to Alaska and ride a dog sled.. maybe I can go too!

Thank you for teaching me how to pray simple prayers…and that prayers don’t always have to be fancy.

But most of all,

Thank you for teaching me how to love when it hurts…

how to love unconditionally and unreasonably…

how to love with open arms and an open heart.

Thank you for wrecking my heart in the most beautiful way.

~I will forever be wrecked by you~

Mommy Jordan

~I dedicate this post to moms everywhere.. May the crazy moments be forever etched into your heart, and may your son wreck your heart in the most beautiful way.



Your Praise will Ever Be…

Tonight His praise will ever be on my lips..

Not because of what he can give me..

Not because of what he can do for me..

But because of who he is.

He is good even when our circumstances are not. He is faithful when we are not.. and he is love when we feel unlovable..

And so His praise will ever be on my lips