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The Perfect Outfit

“Instead, clothe yourself with the presence of the Lord Jesus Christ…” –Romans 13:14, NLT
We women worry about what we wear. We fuss over our outfits, making sure we look good and that we meet the latest style requirements. Our outward appearance is important to us. Sometimes I have an "off day” when my clothes don't match, my hair is a mess, and not an ounce of makeup touches my face. Boy, do I feel yucky on those days! But when everything is good with my wardrobe, my hair is where it should be, and my “face” is on, I'm ready to take on the world!

I remember as a child, watching my Granny get herself “done up.” She would tease her hair up all over her head. It was a crazy mess that somehow transformed into a nice style by the time she was done. And she would painstakingly apply her makeup. My memory recalls that she never quite got her foundation blended in at the neckline. When finished, she was beautiful. But my memory also recalls that she was beautiful before she ever started getting “done up.”

You see, it is not our hairstyle, our makeup, or our fabulous outfits in the latest fashions that make us beautiful. It is our heart, our soul and the Holy Spirit dwelling in us. Inviting Jesus into your heart, having that assurance of salvation, and owning that unsurpassable joy is what makes us beautiful. That righteousness that comes from a true relationship with the Savior is what makes us sparkle and shine. These are the true elements of beauty….the perfect outfit for all seasons. 

It’s okay to look fabulous ladies. Let’s face it…it’s a confidence booster when we know we look good.  But let’s remember that our inner beauty is so much more relevant than our outer beauty. The attributes of Christ really do make the perfect outfit.

Betty Predmore is an author, blogger, public speaker, and ministry leader in her spare time, but her greatest role is that of wife to Jim and mama to their beautiful collection of children. Betty spends her days sharing the love of Jesus with hurting and broken women through her ministry, Women of Virtue Empowerment Network, and through her online ministry, Grace & Virtue. Betty also is a part of several ministry writing teams, as well as enjoying guest blogging on other sites.

And The Winners Are...

2017 Ruth & Naomi Scholarships AWARDED

WE ARE SO EXCITED to announce our 2017 Recipients of the RUTH & the NAOMI scholarships! The Ruth & Naomi Scholarship programs are part of our efforts to empower women in our world. 

This year, our RUTH Scholarship was awarded to Kari Nadler, of Cary, North Carolina. Kari is pursuing a degree in Psychology her state university. Kari's story is a poignant parallel to the young Moabite woman we know as Ruth in the Old Testament. Kari's newfound faith in Christ poised her to be considered a spiritual foreigner in her own family, who did not practice or live out the faith systems to which they claimed to identify. But throught the love and guidance of a friend's family, Kari began to develop her personal walk with Christ, and became a Senior Leader for YoungLife

Our NAOMI Scholarship was awarded to Jennifer Oliver of Roseville, California. Jennifer is furthering her education by pursuing a graduate degree in Organizational Leadership. Jennifer's own life exemplifies a modern day example of the Old Testament story of Naomi and God's plan to bring redemption to her family. Having navigated the pain of divorce but yet choosing to keep the perspective of a servant heart when interacting with her ex husband, Jennifer experienced God's restorative power firsthand. She now provides mentoring to younger ladies, including frustrated moms, disillusioned wives, and single women. 

Ladybug Women's Ministries would like to thank all of the qualified women who submitted outstanding applications. We are honored to help empower these two beautiful women for the work they will do to change the world around them. 

If you would like to donate to the 2018 scholarship fund, you can do that at our website. Simply select either Ruth or Naomi under the Give To: option on our donation portal.

Removing the Grave Clothes

I thought everything was fine.
After all, God had restored me. Literally. Physically. Spiritually. Emotionally.
After four years of intense and continuous trials that included the dissolution of a ministry, agony in friendships, and—oh yeah—an ongoing battle with that pesky thing called cancer, 2017 was ushered in with an enthusiastic outlook that reflected the new things that God was doing in me.
Yet despite the restoration work that God had clearly performed, I found myself unable to truly walk in the freedom of His goodness. Did I share of His work? Absolutely. Did I believe it? Unequivocally.
It was only on a Saturday afternoon in a safe place with friends that I could realize why I was not walking in the freedom that God had intended for this new season. A prayer partner helped me to see that although God had completely restored all that had ceased to function, I was living as though I were still bound by the effects of those failures and trials.
In the Gospel of John, Jesus visits the grave of a friend. Lazarus had been dead for four days. Absolutely and unequivocally dead. But when Jesus shouted, “Come out!” Lazarus walked out of his tomb and was completely restored to life.
But even though he was now raised to life, Lazarus had walked out of his grave still bound with grave cloths, the wrappings that had been used to prepare his body for permanent burial. He was absolutely alive and restored, but still tied up and certainly not walking in complete freedom.
“And the dead man came out, his hands and feet bound in graveclothes,
his face wrapped in a headcloth. Jesus told them,
 ‘Unwrap him and let him go!’ ”
–John 11:44, NLT
There are so many amazing truths and illustrations in this story, but I share this specific verse because if you’re not careful, you may miss an important point. Jesus didn’t ask Lazarus to remove his own grave clothes. He instead commanded those around him to do it for him.
I needed those around me to help me remove my stinky, smelly grave clothes—those thoughts and behaviors that were keeping me bound, and keeping me from experiencing the true restoration that God had performed. I share this with you, because there is likely someone in your midst that needs to have his or her grave clothes torn away so that true freedom can be present—and  be lived. Friends, we need to be watching for those who are bound. Let’s be careful to not let them live with any reminders of death, but rather release them from any restraints that would prevent them from truly walking in freedom. Unwrap them and let them go into the fullness of life!

Deeply Rooted & Transformed

A quick look at the word root in an online dictionary and I found this definition: the essential core.
It is with this definition in mind that I considered the impact of Everbloom—Stories of Deeply Rooted and Transformed Lives, the inaugural anthology written by the members of the Redbud Writers Guild, as I read the collection of essays, poems, and stories.
I had no sooner lightly chuckled at the declaration of a Kindergarten girl that she would write an authoritative autobiography on walking big dogs than I found myself shedding tears for a woman being beaten under a palm tree. This varying range of emotions continued throughout the pages of this book, and I am changed, sobered, and touched for having been given a glimpse into the lives of each precious writer that has poured her heart out in this labor of love known as Everbloom.
The stories are divided into the structure of a tree—roots, trunk, branches, and then blossoms. Each contribution includes a prayer to apply, followed by a writing prompt to grow the writer in each reader. What an inspiring way to plant seeds and bring out what is at the essential core of every woman in this world of beautiful, human trees—her own deeply-rooted and powerful story that is reflected in her trunk, her branches, and—most definitely—her blossoms.


If I had been doing what I was supposed to be doing, I would have never seen it.
Driving home from another mundane errand and just wanting to avoid the traffic and get home, I was feeling especially anxious at the “red light enforced” stoplight I found myself at on an ordinary Wednesday. None of my favorite radio stations were playing anything good to sing along to, and I had yet to conquer the insurmountable task of getting my iTunes™ playlist to cooperate with my car stereo.
Of course I should’ve just been paying attention to the stoplight, with hands at 10 and 2, and keeping a steady eye on the road in front of me. But I knew there were far too many interesting things to take in and observe from the scenery around me during my brief stop at the busy intersection. And none of them had anything to do with being a diligent and law-abiding driver.
To the right, a stuffed suit in a Mercedes was having a very animated conversation with someone on the other end of his Bluetooth™ ear piece. I have no doubt that the recipient of his words was thankful they were not in the same room. I offered a quick prayer that they weren’t in the same zip code. Beyond that, a homeless woman was defining her turf to those walking by and questioning it. And at each corner, the paparazzi permanently installed by the state of California flashed brilliantly, ensuring that careless drivers entering the intersection after the red light would receive a souvenir photograph commemorating their traffic sin.
But it was when I glanced to the left at the corner gas station—figuring those filling their pumps would provide some sort of entertainment—that I saw it. Where the curb meets the street—the gutter—and drawn with a thick piece of sidewalk chalk, anyone driving by could read it.
JOHN 3:16
It wasn’t on a billboard, it wasn’t on a bumper sticker, and it wasn’t on a sign being held and tossed in the air by an enthusiastic teenager wearing earbuds.
Nope. It was written in the gutter. JOHN 3:16.
“For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life.”
The verse doesn’t tell us that whoever drives a nice car, or whoever obeys the stoplight, or whoever keeps their gas pump filled at the corner station.
It says “whosoever believes in Him.” No matter where we are, the moment whosoever chooses to believe in Him, whosoever will not perish—but instead, whosoever will have everlasting life. We don’t have to get cleaned up, look good, or act normal. No matter where we are, we can be whosoever and believe in Him.
Whosoever means you. It means me. But it’s also for the suit in the Mercedes, for the one filling his gas tank, and for the traffic violator.
And it’s definitely for whosoever is in the gutter

Normal is the New Black

I received an amazing call one week ago today, and honestly...it has taken me a week to process the impact of that phone call. 

Nearly four years ago, I began a journey down an unknown road that is NEVER a journey that someone chooses. It was the cancer journey.

During this journey, I have fielded many experiences. I was told that I didn't have "real" cancer. I was told that the median life-span for this type of blood cancer is 5-7 years. I even had someone tell me that she knew how I felt because she has struggled with sinus infections all her life. I'll just leave that one right there. But in no way do I mean to undermine the sinus infection.
The cancer journey is really like no other. It is full of emotions and feelings that are hard to describe and so many don't understand. It's full of those, "You just had to be there," feelings and yet it's a place that I never want anyone to have to be. It is unique and scary.
And it's beautiful. All at the same time.

Early in the journey, when I was NOT looking to Scripture to find comfort and peace in my diagnosis, God still dropped an amazing Bible verse into my heart from John 11:4. "His [her] sickness will not end in his [her] death but will bring great glory to God. As these events unfold, the Son of God will be exalted." At the time, I had no idea what that was going to look like, but this verse gave me great peace. 
I realized in this diagnosis that the truth is we all really only have today. But this cancer just made me more aware of that truth. It was this realization that caused me to take a posture of saying yes to however God was going to use this sickness. If He trusted me enough to use me in illness, I was going to trust Him enough to lead me. And it was through this season, that He really refined me in the fire. The Bible reminds us that in our weakness, His power is made perfect. 

There aren't enough words to fully describe what the past three years have been like. But each month, as I would get my CBC's drawn at the lab, and through bone marrow biopsies (yes, that's plural as in more than one), and doctor appointments where staff who barely knew your name just read your chart and rattled off information, God was there all the time whispering to me, "I'm here. I'm in charge. Keep your eyes on Me." And through this season, I have listened. I have kept my eyes on Him. I even became thankful for cancer

And then the call came. My oncologist called last week to let me know that for the first time in four years, all of my labs were normal. Every month, I have a five-minute conversation with Elizabeth who gives me the specifics of each blood count. After asking about what I call the "Fab 4," (white cells, red cells, platelets, and hemoglobin), she said this: "When the results are abnormal, they flash red across my screen. When they're normal, they're black. You, my dear, have levels that are all amazingly black."

Although I would never choose cancer for you, I do know that God does His best work in times of adversity. My prayer today is that if you are reading this, you will let Him do His best work in you. Chances are that it won't look like something fun, but it can be beautiful. And I can promise you that you won't be sorry. 

Searching for Significance? FREE GIFT

The devotional says it best—it’s not who we are, it’s WHOSE we are.

I was invited to share this FREE 7-day devotional from my friends at Wycliffe Bible Translators. Searching for Significance is available to you, to help you better understand that while society constantly pounds the message that we must DO something to be significant, God has already created us to BE significant.

In easy-to-read, downloadable form, Wycliffe’s authors have used uplifting images, memorable examples from Bible characters, and thought-provoking Scripture to remind us that, “Looks aren’t everything. Don’t be impressed with his looks and stature. I’ve already eliminated him. God judges persons differently than humans do. Men and women look at the face; God looks into the heart.” (I Samuel 16:7, MSG)

Searching for Significance has combined Creation, the Gospel, and the Great Commission into a week’s worth of encouragement. I would encourage you to take advantage of this free gift. Download it today and be reminded that we don’t have to search for significance—we just simply need to receive it from the One who has created us in His image.

Come to the Altar

"...from the ashes a new life is born..." --from "O Come to the Altar."
Today, I am reminded that many of us are looking from a heap of ashes. Life has a way of burning us.
To all who mourn in Israel,
    he will give a crown of beauty for ashes,
a joyous blessing instead of mourning,
    festive praise instead of despair.
In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks
    that the Lord has planted for his own glory. –Isaiah 61:3, NLT
Jesus sees you right where you are. He longs to give you beauty for ashes (Isaiah 61).
The Lord builds up Jerusalem;
He gathers together the outcasts of Israel.
He heals the brokenhearted
And binds up their wounds.
He counts the number of the stars;
He calls them all by name. –Psalm 147:2-4, NKJV
He longs to heal your broken heart and bind up your wounds.
If you feel burned, let Him heal your heart. If you feel like an outcast, let Him gather you up and carry you. He's the only One who can. You just have to come to the altar...right where you're at.

*Image Used with Permission from David Bowman Art

Perspective in the Pain

“I feel like it’s all a show,” my friend told me.

We were discussing a past experience with church. For a moment, I was reminded of Ariel Moore’s remark to her preacher father in the 1984 film Footloose, “I see the stage. I see the costumes. It’s show business, isn’t it?”

My friend was disappointed and hurt by those who seemed closest to God. Wounded by “family.”
It had been a hard few months for this friend. What had started out as an exciting journey in a ministry career had ended in broke-down dreams and job termination. And with this heartbreak came lots of questions. The kids asking why they couldn’t go to their youth class. The creditors asking why bills weren’t paid. Friends asking about the family’s absence on Sundays.

And her inner voice asking, “Are all churches like this?”

My heart went out. I have had my own experience of being deeply wounded by those I thought I could count on.

When we talked, it would’ve been easy to validate my friend’s feelings. After all, the broken heart was understandable and my own heart cried for what had happened. But at the same time, having gone through my own hurtful journey, I knew that what was needed went beyond validation and commiseration. It was time to bring perspective to the pain. It was time to be the light for a friend that was sitting in a dark place of rejection.

So I shared my own story and the lesson I had learned.

“Don’t let this experience ruin worship for you. Yes, it seemed like a show there. But it is not like that everywhere. The thing that got me through my own experience was remembering that instead of wondering if a new church is fake, now I’m actually better able to detect lack of authenticity.”

Although my friend was encouraged by this perspective, even more important was her realization that God hadn’t been the one to hurt, disappoint, and reject. Knowing this truth would give her the courage to try again. The courage to know she has been called to shepherd God’s people. The courage to address lack of integrity when she encounters it, even with God’s people. And, ultimately, the courage to know that even when church feels fake, God is the real deal.
“…God assured us, “I’ll never let you down,
never walk off and leave you,…”
Hebrews 13:5, MSG

A Meal, a Manager...and a Message

Because sometimes when you just can’t seem to go on…God sends a message to remind you that you can.
And because sometimes He knows you’ve cried enough tears.
Recently, a friend shared with me her experience of juggling a demanding career, parenting, her troubled marriage…LIFE. The past year has brought incredible pain, questions, doubt, and more. It resulted in lots of tears on the commute home and fists banging the steering wheel, with my friend declaring on a Thursday evening, “Okay, God – I’m giving it ALL to you. Everything that is going on, I’m letting go, and letting You take it. I know I’ve said this before, and I’ve taken all the worry and stress back, but this time I’m serious. I need You to show up and handle business. I need You to figure out what I can’t. Please…HELP ME.”
These raw words were spoken just before she picked up her boys to take them to dinner. Tense words with the husband she’s been separated from are exchanged, and she’s simply trying to hold it together…to have a nice dinner out with the sons that are caught in the middle and staying with dad because it’s his week. Driving to the popular sushi restaurant that has just opened, they are all a little disappointed that the wait to get in will be close to an hour, but they choose to make the best of the short weeknight time they have together.
There are jokes, there are refills of lemonade, and the cell phones are put away for now. Text messages and Instagram can wait. Right now, there is good food, laughter, and love. All the while, in the middle of this restaurant that is filled to capacity with upwards to 400 diners, a well-dressed stranger is watching them. He is especially observant of the young boys’ courteous manners, and how engaged they are in conversation with their mom.
Approaching their table, he appears to be interested in their satisfaction from a managerial perspective. He attends to making sure drinks are refilled, and that this party of three has everything they need for an amazing dining experience. They thank him politely and return to their meal and conversation.
A short while later, the stranger returns and makes a few remarks. “I’ve been watching all of you for a while, and I noticed especially that that you all seemed to really enjoy each other’s company. I saw that these boys don’t have their heads stuck into their phones, they’re actually talking with their mom and it has really impressed me. I lost my mom not very long ago, and watching you all tonight brought back some really great memories I have of my time with her. It was a nice feeling. And I just wanted to let you know that you’re doing a great job, Mom. Keep up the good work! By the way, your dinner is on the house.”
Because sometimes when you just can’t seem to go on…God sends a message to remind you that you can…with Him.
And because sometimes He knows you’ve cried enough tears. He lets you know that He’s seen every one of them roll down your cheek.
Through all of the pain, exhaustion, and heartache, my friend was reminded that God is working it out. And of all places…in the middle of a sushi bar. In the middle of chaos, clanging dishes, and everything else that accompanies opening night. In the middle of 400 people. After months of screaming and wailing at heaven, trying to do the right thing, trying to remember to pray, and then trying to remember to pray some more…God used a kindhearted bystander as His way of putting His hand on my friend’s shoulder, and saying, “Dear girl, I’ve got this. Trust Me.”
And in the process, she blessed the stranger simply by being…herself. She was able to give him a sweet reminder of precious memories that he can hold in his heart long after a night at the new sushi restaurant is gone.
Dear ones…He’s got this. Trust Him.
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