Coach Kinsey: July 2015

Does God Have a Personal Word for You?



“God told me  He is going to heal you.”
“God told me  That you are my future wife.”
“God told me  To be a missionary in Africa.”
“God told me  To leave my job.”

Have you heard people say similar things with utter conviction and sincerity? Do you take such statements as fact?  I mean, when someone says, “God told me,” it makes it hard to argue with doesn’t it?  What if God really did say that to them?

My point is not to argue the legitimacy of such statements, rather, I want to ask the deeper question, “Does God still speak personal words to people today?”

Don’t we need to clear that up first?

If the answer is “no” then we don’t have to give any weight to what others say that “God said.” (Unless of course, they are quoting scripture!)

If the answer is “yes” then, well, aren’t we compelled to at least consider the words that others claim are prompted by God?

If God still speaks to people today, don’t you want to know when, where, why, how, and to whom?  Does He have a personal word for you, for me?

If He is speaking, I want to be the first in line to hear what He has to say?  Don’t you?

In my childhood church it was very common to hear the words “The Lord told me.”  Those words weren’t questioned much.

As an adult, I’ve mostly hung around people who only hear from the Lord through Scripture.  It’s a much safer place to hang out.  If it’s not spelled out in the Bible, then, well, you are treading dangerous ground.

What if both of these extremes are just that, extremes?

I mean, come on, God spoke to countless individuals in the Bible.  Did he just stop speaking after the Bible was written? Is the Bible God’s “last word?”

Is your heart asking questions now?  Is your interest peaked?  We’ll talk more about this next time.  I hope to provide you some sound answers.

Until then, May the Lamb that was slain receive the rewards of His sufferings.

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©Kinsey Oglesby, July 2015 

I Haven’t Always Loved My Husband: True Confession of a Preacher’s Wife


I haven’t always loved my husband; in fact, I’m going to say that my love meter for some thirty years pointed mostly to my side.  The love I had for the Preacher was grossly polluted with my own motives – to get my own needs met. Sigh.

But God took me to the spiritual woodshed; He let me know that my expectations for the Preacher were way out of balance. Way wrong.

“You are blaming him for your pain Kinsey,” said Abba.  “So much of your pain has to do with your identity, your self-talk, your faulty beliefs, your childhood wounds.  These are not the Preacher’s to heal.  Come to me, sit at my feet and let me help you navigate the dark places of your soul.”

Broken, desperate, and scared, I held out my heart to Abba.  He gently took my heart, took me, into His loving arms and began rounds of correcting, teaching, loving, nurturing, and healing.  The process was both painful and sweet; He was always so patient, tender, and kind to me.  He loved on me in my most unlovely places.  Slowly I began to believe and relax in His love. In time, a song of joy bubbled forth; I found Jesus to be the true lover of my soul.

I gave the Preacher a Get out of Jail Free Card.  He’s no longer a prisoner to my needs.  He is loved without any strings attached because of what Jesus has done and continues to do in me.

The Preacher’s singing a new song too. Smile.

I write this post today in celebration of our 37th Anniversary. July 21, 2015.


Preacher and Me:  Happy in Love



Satisfy us each morning with your unfailing love,
so we may sing for joy to the end of our lives. 
 Psalm 90:14 NLT



The Worst Text Message Ever



 “We lost him,” said a text message from my son-in-law.

“Nooooooooooooooooo!”  I moaned as I ran downstairs to the Preacher.  He stood in his office dazed and confused, tears brimming – he was holding his phone with the same text message.   We fell into each others arms and sobbed.  Our grandson, our little William Charles, had prematurely entered the world – dead.   There were no warning signs, nothing to prepare us; in a matter of minutes our William was gone. Gone before we ever had a chance to know him.

That is not what we prayed for.

For many years my husband, the Preacher, has dealt with complications due to diabetes.  We’ve lost count of how many times paramedics have saved his life.  Throughout the years we have prayed,
“Lord please let the Preacher live to see his children graduate from High School.”

Then it became, “Lord please let the Preacher perform his children's weddings.”

And then, “Lord, please let the Preacher know his grandchildren.”

And God, in His goodness, said, “Yes” to each prayer.

But one thing we never dreamed of, and certainly didn’t ask for, is to bury a grandchild. Yet that’s just what the Preacher did a few days ago.  Here is a picture of him conducting a graveside service for our little William Charles, while big sister Anna sits on the bench. 




Anna parked herself on the bench without any promptings.  She looked up at Opa and asked, "Are we going to see William?"  "Not today Anna, " Opa answered tenderly.  "Why?"  Anna wanted to know.

And thus began a dialogue between Opa and Anna in front of the graveside crowd.  He lovingly explained to Anna about the resurrection of the dead. About our hope in Jesus.  She didn’t understand it all, but it was such a precious scene.  A grandfather explaining to his granddaughter, “We will get to see and play with William one day.”

And we will.  All because of what our Jesus has done for us, and will do for us.  He is the resurrection and the life.  He is our only hope, our comfort, our strength.  We love Him for that.  Yes we do.

No it wasn't what we dreamed of or prayed for, but then again, it is what we prayed for - that we could pass on our faith to our children's children.

We don't sorrow like those who have no hope.  1 Thess. 4:13









© Kinsey Oglesby, June 2015