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Like He Said

It’s been too long, I know.  Much has been going on. Many changes taking place and honestly, I’ve been dealing with my flesh.  I’m thankful for this forum, where I’m among dear friends. I’m about to bear my soul here and believe me when I say that I know what the scripture means when it says, that we are to continue to work out our salvation with fear and trembling.  (Philippians 2:12) I’ve been having to work out a great many things here lately. However, I take great comfort in that because this trembling… this fear of the unknown… of being somewhere in the “in between”… this testing of my faith… is EVIDENCE that (verse 13)  “it is God who works in me to will and to act in order to fulfill His good purpose.”

All that being said, let me lay some ground work for what’s on my heart to share.  Many years ago a prophet came to the church and I wasn’t one to seek a prophetic word.  Almost right away, after I was first saved, God put that strange fire out in me.  The prophetic isn’t strange fire.  The unchecked zeal in seeking after a man to do for me what only God could do for me, that’s what God had to deal with.  And so… I was a little uneasy sitting there, listening as my church family received glorious and seemingly glamorous words for their life.  One was a prophetess. One an evangelist and a worshiper.  One this and one that.  You see where I’m going here?  What was I?  I knew what God had said.  I had discovered it on my own and  was happy being who God made me to be.  But I wasn’t ready for someone to put a label on it.

Long story short… the minister of helps.  That’s me.  The prophet called me up there and nailed it.  I was ALL that and a bag of chips.  Well… at least a minister of helps and a “servant”.  Now, please don’t misunderstand me but my heart broke.  Even though I knew everything he had said was right and it was GOD, (he even said “Don’t pigeon-hole yourself.  You aren’t called to do just one thing. There are many things for you to do.”) I did not receive the Word with honor.  I was swallowed up in offense and pride.  And then God graciously reminded me…

But ye shall not be so: but he that is greatest among you, let him be as the younger; and he that is chief, as he that doth serve. For whether is greater, he that sitteth at meat, or he that serveth? is not he that sitteth at meat? but I am among you as he that serveth. (Luke 22:26-28)

You see, He was actually getting to the heart of the matter with me and honoring me with such a humble Word.  I didn’t know but I was having an inward struggle that was very much like the disciples…  (Luke 22:24)

“And there was also a strife among them, which of them should be accounted the greatest.”

He so tenderly reassured me, “No Stacey. Not you.  I won’t have you comparing and striving in your heart about who you are.  I won’t have you vying for a label or a title or a position.  I am among You as the One who serves.  Be like Me.”

Years have passed and much has happened.  I’ve had more joy in serving the body of Christ than I have ever imagined possible.  It’s been the greatest privilege of my life and I am deeply grateful.  More than I can even express.  And He has placed BIG dreams in my heart.

Which leads me to where I am today.  Part of the BIG dream is Uganda.  Having been sent there twice and having tasted that “yes, it’s going to happen”, you can perhaps sympathize with the trying of my faith when God required my obedience in a way I didn’t expect as I made ready to go a third time. Everything was in order and I was all set.  It was the DAY BEFORE I was to leave.  THE DAY BEFORE.  And God said, “Do NOT go!”   That’s an entire blog post in itself but what it came down to was, was I willing to do what He said, even when it didn’t make sense… even when all seemed lost… even when relationships would be strained, my integrity scrutinized and I would never know why?  Was I willing?  And the answer was yes! I stayed home.

Afterward, I grieved… deeply.

And wouldn’t you know it, during that season of grief, a man came to the church.  He and his wife pulled in to the church parking lot with the RV, he walked through the front door and basically dropped the bomb. He said, “Here you are.  You’re a minister of helps and don’t be surprised when God requires more of you here.”   The word came in a haze really. I don’t really know that I heard much of what he said.  Forgive me. I don’t mean any disrespect. God knows everything I’m about to say but when he showed up, I was scrubbing toilets.  He came in like Captain Obvious with his cape and stated what was plainly seen.  “You’re here to help.”

Let me just tell you.  I believed him. I knew what he said was true and that God had sent him but boy was I mad! When he and my pastor left the building, I went back to cleaning the toilets and yelled and carried on.  “Why God? Why?!”  I felt like the biggest joke ever! The kind of joke that no one gets and doesn’t even laugh at.

What I failed to hear were the words, “I will increase you and prosper you. And as you serve, I will add to you and bring help. You will be happy.”

God again had to revisit my pride issue. He again had to remind me… “No Stacey. Not you….”

I am among you as the One who serves. REMEMBER…

The next day, I was driving to work and passed a truck that read, “ALL”.  And on the side in huge letters, “ONE CALL DOES IT ALL.”

What hope filled my heart.

And shortly after that, I was called into the office and was asked to take on more.  I said yes and it’s been a privilege.  It has challenged me. Stretched me.  It’s even been God’s rod of correction unto me.  My plate is FULL.  Not your ordinary dinner plate either.  It’s an oblong, divided, cafeteria style plate FULL!  But man, it feels good.  I know this is where God wants me and somehow, I am happier now in my work that I have ever been.  Not only is my plate full but my cup is running over.

And, are you ready for this?  It’s been since October that I made that heart-rending decision to trust God’s “no” and I just now realized that the prophetic word is in the early stages of coming to pass.  I’m living it out.  If I’m in the stage of “don’t be surprised when God requires more of you here“, that means the rest is coming!  The part about increasing me and prospering me. The part about adding to me and bringing the much needed help.  The part about being happy. It’s coming!  It’s here.

The same is true for you.

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Posted by on January 23, 2015 in Uncategorized


I Am Poring Over Your Life, says the Lord and I Am Pouring Over Your Life.

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I woke up this morning hearing, “I am troubling your borders now. How far will you let Me take you?”  I see how we have yellow taped off our comfort zones, maintaining our self-appointed jurisdictions. We’ve been policing our lives, as if they are our own.


I see boundaries roped off in our swimming holes.  “This is deep enough.”  What we think is waist-high is only ankle-deep.  There are deeper waters still.  We’ve been playing in the puddles of broken cisterns and calling man-made pools oceans.

flood waters

A flood of His glory is coming.  Like waters cover the seas and then defy the banks and the brinks when heavy rains fall; this is what is coming.  Prepare to be swept up in the current and allow God to carry you.  I see houses and landscapes changing.  Houses and lands.  All will be effected.  Denominational walls. Man made walls cannot stop even the trickles of this next move.  For there is a river pouring forth from under the threshold of the throne room of heaven now. “I am poring over your life, says the Lord. And  I am pouring over your life.”


Posted by on November 21, 2014 in Uncategorized


Undoing the Less!

Psalm 127:1, Unless the LORD builds the house, the builders labor in vain…

For far too long, I’ve been living on less than God’s best.  It’s been a season of living paycheck to paycheck and sometimes that’s even a stretch. I’m not only speaking in financial terms. This is an emotional issue, as well as spiritual.

How often do we find ourselves emotionally maxed out?  Spiritually waxing and waning?

In all honesty, about three years ago, I hit rock bottom.  Suddenly, in one instant, everything turned upside down.  I could talk about the “suddenly” but truth be told, we all have had a run in with a “suddenly” of some sort.  For me, it was a major lapse.  The bottom fell out. The elevator plummeted.  And I found myself in the lowest place possible.


It was a defining moment for me.  An identity crisis at it’s best. Really, who did I think I was? Could the person I’d settled for “being” ever recover from this?

I realized that I had been laboring in vain.  Vanity is the worst emptiness.  It’s a falsehood.  Nothingness.

I was building my life like a glass house and it was only a matter of time before I would really know my substance.

It was a good thing.

On a very personal level, I was having a Mark 14:58 moment.  “We heard Him say, ‘I will destroy this temple made with hands and in three days I will build another made without hands.”

In an instant, it crumbled but God didn’t leave me there! He had building plans with my name on them!  And if I would just let Him labor in me, through me, with me, around me… His blueprints are much more glorious!

You see, unless the Lord builds… those who labor, labor in vain.  The word unless is a conditional clause of either a) a possible situation or b) an impossible situation.

Get the picture? When HE builds… it’s POSSIBLE!  When I build… IMPOSSIBLE!

So, this is the year for me! I declare it to be MY year! My year of undoing the less!  This is MY year to come into the manifestation of God’s building for my life! This is MY year of overcoming what has been IMPOSSIBLE in my own strength and living in all that God says is POSSIBLE for me!  I am a person of substance!  I am a SPIRITUAL being! I have the ANSWER and carry the SOLUTION! His name is JESUS and I am the HOUSE that He has built!  I am the vessel fit for my Masters use! I am equipped and ready! I am prepared for EVERY GOOD WORK!  This year, my labor is not in vain! This year, I will PROSPER and BE IN HEALTH even as my SOUL DOES PROSPER!  This is MY year!  And friend, it’s YOURS as well!

This is the beginning of MY declaration!


Posted by on February 4, 2014 in Uncategorized


Bigger Than A Girl from “smallVille”

Some time ago, I wrote a blog entitled Bearing Fruit and I encourage you to read that post, as it was a pivotal moment in my life and the basis for what I’m about to share.  It was at that time that I realized I was languishing.  It was a do or die moment for me and has been ever since.  (Hope your curious enough to read it now… cliffhanger for your enjoyment.)

It’s been a long season of silence for me.  I love to write and for anyone who truly knows me, talking is no problem, learning, teaching, praying, helping, helping, helping wherever I can…  But honestly, as I poured myself out into ministry,  I was feeling empty inside.  Suddenly, the passion for learning, teaching, praying, ministering was fading and fading fast. All of the things I had thought were “it” for me, weren’t “it” at all. They were only part of “it”.  Like the dot on the i part. (And my disclaimer here is that “it” is ever-expanding as God reveals “it”.)

There was something I was neglecting.  Many years ago, God dropped one word in my heart.


That’s it. That’s all He gave me one day in prayer.  I didn’t even know where Uganda was, let alone what I was supposed to do with it.  So, I got out the map and found it and God never let me forget it.

It made no sense.  Was I just to pray for that place?  Would I go there?  Who, what, when, where, why, how?  I wasn’t short on questions.  And it seemed ridiculous.  I’m just a girl. An imperfect (really imperfect) girl, who grew up in a place called Finzel for crying out loud!  Finzel is exactly what it sounds like.  It’s the smallest form of “small Ville”.  Like way out the ways way.  OK?  So, what did I have to do with anything, anywhere else on God’s map?

But as time went on, God began to whisper secrets to me and my heart became full for that place.  Full to the point where I thought it would break if I didn’t do something about it.  So, my husband and I talked about it. Prayed about it and then, began to take the steps to move forward.  And then life caved in.  Like really caved, depleted the atmosphere of oxygen and nearly snuffed me out.  Seriously… the oxygen mask dropped and my seat belt was buckled and I was holding on for dear life.  None of what God said looked like it could ever come to pass.

And no one even knew it.  Except God. To this day, there are very few who know what died that day for me.  But my one  hope it this…   John 12:24, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.

It was from that time on that survival mode kicked in.  I wasn’t going to just vaporize. God had truly strengthened me with might in my inner man.  I was moving forward. Regaining my momentum.  There I was like that fig tree, all robust and green!  And suddenly I had an encounter with my Lord like never before and He was hungry.  And in all my service and in all my “fruitfulness”, there was one thing He was hungry for, and I had nothing to offer Him.

He had planted me… integrated me… in a place I had never known.  A place called Uganda.  He had set aside ground for me there and I was doing nothing more than taking up His ground.  I had conceived something and was refusing to bring it to bear.   It was time.

No excuses. No “But God’s!”  It was do or die.  Produce or be removed.

It was a hard Word but it saved my life.  Again.

Since that time, I’ve now had the utmost privilege of serving in Uganda, Africa, some of the most beautiful, humble people I have ever known and have learned a love like no other.  I’d like to say it’s all been one-sided. That it has all been about loving them.  But it hasn’t.  I went there to be loved in return by a Daddy who loves like no other.

I’ll leave you with a thought on “short-term” mission work that resonates in my heart.  Those words are hard for me to swallow because to some, it’s now checked off the list.  Mission trip completed.  My Christian duty is done.  The words “short-term” some how give me permission to come and go as I please and forget the realities that are not my own or easily understood by the “world” I live in.  But the truth is, I’ve left half my heart in Africa and I can no more come and go as I please… even if I wanted to.  If I never return, I would be living a half-hearted life.  If I never return, I am unfulfilled, the Lord’s work is not finished and someone is left unloved… even if just for a moment.  ~  Stacey Blubaugh

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Posted by on October 11, 2013 in Uncategorized


Can you help?

There is an adoptive family who needs some help and a friend of mine is doing her part.  Join her if you like.  Head on over to Leah’s blog and see what this is all about.

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Posted by on September 13, 2012 in Uncategorized


The Mercy Project

The Mercy Project

There’s an estimated 7,000 children who work in the Ghana fishing industry. Some of
these children are as young as 5 and 6 years old.  All of these children are slaves.

–Mercy Project

Today, I’m joining hands with Mercy’s Project to help bring the subject of child slavery onto your radar if it isn’t already.  I know as a mother, I can’t imagine such circumstances for my children. As a parent, we understand the delight in hearing the words, “When I grow up, I want to be…”  It makes no difference whether it’s my child or someone else’s, every child deserves a chance to be a child and chose what he or she wants to be when they grow up.  Too many children are stripped of that simple freedom and are forced to do even the most horrific things as work.  Many of us would be devastated if our child even uttered the words that describe such employment at the end of their childhood, “When I grow up…” musings.

Thanks for taking time to read! Stacey


Today many in our country will take a day off from our jobs to celebrate the social and economic achievements of American workers.  No matter if we’re celebrating at home or at the beach, we’re entering into a tradition that has largely been shaped by Labor Unions – organizations that are dedicated to protecting workers’ interests and improving their wages, hours, and working conditions.  Today as we lounge around or hang out with friends and family, we’re not only celebrating hard work, we’re honoring fair, ethical working practices and the laws that prevent discrimination, abuse, and child labor in our country.  Without these laws in place (and enforced), the most vulnerable members of society suffer.  Who are the most vulnerable? Children.

Today as we’re celebrating the systems in our own country that strive to prevent injustices like child trafficking and child labor, we’re mindful of the many child slaves around the world who are unprotected and the organizations, like Mercy Project, who are working to free them.

As a mother, it’s difficult for me to imagine my children working 14 hours a day, 7 days a week.  I’m unable to wrap my brain around the thought of my children engaged in long, hard days of physical labor, eating one meal a day, and then falling asleep at night on a dirt floor filled with other slave children.  Yet this is the daily reality for kids who have been trafficked into the fishing industry in Ghana, Africa.  As with much of Africa, there is a great deal of poverty in Ghana. Unfortunately, this leaves many mothers in an unimaginable position: sell their children to someone who can take better care of them or watch them starve to death. Most of the mothers are told their children will be given food, housing, and an education. Instead, the kids are often taken to Lake Volta where they become child slaves and their mothers never see them again.  Thankfully, Mercy Project is working to break the cycles of trafficking around Lake Volta by providing alternate, more efficient, sustainable, fishing methods for villagers – ultimately eliminating the need for child slaves.  Because of the work Mercy Project is doing in Ghana, the first group of children will be freed this month from Lake Volta.

We invite you to watch this moving, 10 minute documentary about the issues surrounding child labor and trafficking in Ghana and most importantly the hope Mercy Project is bringing to children and entire communities in Africa.  Mercy Project is the only NGO working on Lake Volta addressing the injustice of child labor and child trafficking at its root – by strengthening the Ghanaian economy and eliminating the structures that cause the demand for trafficked children.

Whether these ideas of child labor, child trafficking, and modern-day slavery are new to you or you’re aware of these injustices, but need to hear some good news every once in awhile, we invite you to become a part of what Mercy Project is doing in Ghana.  When Mercy Project frees their first group of children this month, we can all celebrate together.

Learn more and get involved by :


• Watching Mercy Project’s short documentary.

• Following Mercy Project on Facebook.

• Connecting with Mercy Project via Twitter.

• Spending some time on Mercy Project’s website.

• Sharing about Mercy Project’s work in Ghana with your friends.

Although child trafficking, child labor, and the unstable economies that result in these injustices are a tragedy, we’re grateful for what Mercy Project is doing to protect the vulnerable and for allowing us to be a part of this story.   While we’re commemorating labor laws and ethical work in our own country today, we invite you to follow along on this journey with Mercy Project to protect and free children in Ghana.

The ultimate test of a moral society is the kind of world that it leaves to its children.”Dietrich Bonhoeffer

“…in serving the best interests of children, we serve the best interests of all humanity.”Carol Bellamy

“When the lives and the rights of children are at stake, there must be no silent witnesses.”–Carol Bellamy

“God does not want us to merely give the poor perfunctory help, but to ponder long and hard about how to improve their entire situation.” — Tim Keller in Generous Justice

If slavery is not wrong, nothing is wrong. — Abraham Lincoln

An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.  — Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Posted by on September 3, 2012 in Uncategorized


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Enduring Sound Doctrine

2 Timothy 4:3, For the time will come when they will not be able to endure sound doctrine, but according to their own desires, because they have itching ears, they will heap up for themselves teachers.

As I was reading yesterday morning, I came across this passage and it ensnared me.

What is it about sound doctrine that one would even associate the word “endure” with it?

You would think that sound would mean ease and comfort but I beg to differ.

The word sound translates in the Greek, uncorrupted.  A few words that come to mind are unchanged, untouched and holy.   When something is corrupted, it is made evil, defiled, morally degenerate or characterized by improper conduct. 

Looking at the word endure, it means, to hold one’s self up against, repetition, intensity and reversal.

Sound teaching should provoke all of the above in us.

  1. Does our moral integrity and character hold up against what we’ve heard?
  2. The Word requires that we do what we have heard.   Not just once but repeatedly.
  3. Like it or not, the Word should challenge us, instructing us, making us expert in the impossible.

When was the last time you heard extreme teaching that had you reeling, asking, “Is this really true?”

I’m not talking about the kind of moment that sends you off exuberant, singing the high praise of look what the Lord had done for me, me, me. What I’m suggesting is much different.  The higher praise, would come from a heart disturbed at what hasn’t been done.

The Word should compel us to do what Father God does.  Many would read something like this and say it’s blasphemous.  I disagree. This is precisely what Jesus did.

If we are not enduring the Word of God, and that means doing it on a consistent basis, then we don’t know holiness.   This has nothing to do with our praying one hour a day or all the religious things we do to pat ourselves on the back.  Again, corruption is simply improper conduct.  We can pray, read our bible, attend every church service, sing in the choir and teach Sunday school but if nothing is changing, it’s because we’re not changing it.

Certainly, we know enough to know that everyone who asks receives.  Matthew 7:9-12 goes on to say,

Or what man is there among you who if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone?  Or if he asks for a fish, will he give him a serpent?  If you then being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!  Therefore whatever you want men to do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets.

The same rule applies for us when it comes to what God requires of us.    Yes, you may have missed it but…

           4.  We do not have any problem demanding from God all of His   promises. Does the Word of God not say, to whom much is given, much is required?  This is the last definition of endurance, reversal.

Can we handle it when the Word of God is turned around on us?  What has He asked for lately?  Have I and are you giving Him stones rather than bread; serpents for fish?  What did the man, Christ Jesus, do to me…to us? Have I done it also?  Have we?

Good questions today God.  Good questions. And I know it would sound so poetic at this moment to say that I will ponder them in my heart Lord but I know that’s not going to produce the bread and the fish you need.  I’ve been pondering long enough.  Forgive me.  I know what you have asked of me.  You know I know and I see the stones and serpents I’ve been putting in front of you.  I’m going fishing now Lord.  I’m breaking the bread.  I need your help.  Make me expert in the impossible. Thanks for loving me enough to tell me this.  I see it now.  I love you Lord. 


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