“If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!” Luke 11:13 (NIV)


I talked last time about the wonderful family vacation we were able to share this past summer with my sister and her family.  Fast forward approximately ten days later and I was again packed, heading back out to California.  This time I was going alone.  My dad was receiving the John Price Award through the International Conference of Police Chaplains (ICPC) and it was important to him that his family be there. My dad was a pastor throughout my entire childhood and into my young adulthood; however it wasn’t until he became a police and fire chaplain that he stepped into his true calling.  It’s been wonderful to watch his ministry grow while he shares his love for God with police officers and strangers alike.

God showed He was in charge of this trip way back in May when my mom and aunt booked the flights.  They were booked hours apart and when my aunt attempted to fly on the same flight, she was told it was already full.  She tried anyway and was given a choice of the only two seats left – one which was next to mine!  That was reassurance to me that God had this trip covered – from the connections to the seat assignments to the flights themselves. So going into this trip I didn’t have any fear – just sadness at saying goodbye to my husband and kids for four days.


The day of the flight my parents and aunt were a little concerned with the short layover time – praying hard that my first flight would get in on time so that I wouldn’t miss the connection in Denver.  I told them several times God had this and I continued to have peace that all would go smoothly.

After saying goodbye to my family at the airport, the first flight looked to be going well and they were even predicting it would arrive ahead of schedule. However, about 1 ½ hours into the flight, the pilot came over the loudspeaker and announced that those on the left side of the plane (which was me) could look out their window and see why we were being delayed 50 minutes as they rerouted us 130 miles out of the way before landing.  We looked out the window but honestly, I saw nothing (maybe that was a good thing!).  I concluded God would also delay the connecting flight and stayed peaceful.

More than an hour after our original arrival time, we landed.  I quickly turned on my airplane app to see what the status was of the next flight.  To my dismay, it said, “On Time.”  I think I was in denial, but tried to remain positive that I could deplane (we were still taxing to the gate) and run to catch the flight that was leaving in five minutes.  I was the first one off the plane.  One look at my aunt’s face and I realized quickly that planes are only held for people in the movies.  We found out later that the connecting flight left four minutes early. Unbeknownst to us in the air, the Denver Airport had been in a deadlock for over an hour – no planes flying in or out.  Some planes were being rerouted to Colorado Springs while others (like mine) were just diverted around the weather and allowed to land later.

Come back next time and I will reveal how this imperfect adventure was as much a blessing from God as our “perfect” vacation ten days’ prior.

© Cheri Swalwell 2015



“So, my very dear friends, don’t get thrown off course. Every desirable and beneficial gift comes out of heaven.” James 1:16 (The Message)


This past summer, my family and I were given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.  My parents and my sister and her family offered to pay our way to fly across country and spend seven wonderful days in California – exploring, talking, laughing, and reconnecting.

Some of you may remember me talking about how my sister and I are really close and last year she was given the wonderful opportunity to work at a job she loves but that required them to relocate from the midwest to California. Despite the distance in miles, we take the time weekly to catch up on the phone and stay connected. When she and my parents offered to pay for the five of us to go visit for a week this summer, we were beyond blessed.  I’m not sure what I enjoyed more – the anticipation and planning of the trip or being there.


The trip was a huge blessing from start to finish.  In addition to seeing where they live and all their new favorites, Bill was able to show our kids where he was stationed for four years when he served in the Navy.  Even though his ship has been decommissioned, the port in Alameda houses the U.S.S. Hornet and we were able to tour that ship, one similar to his old stomping ground.

In addition to touring the Navy ship, we visited Alcatraz and Fisherman’s Wharf, the Oakland Zoo, Muir Woods (my first redwoods up close and personal) as well as lots of family time swimming and playing games.  We each had our own favorites from the trip, but I think we’d all agree that the time spent laughing, playing games, and just enjoying being together was the best part! It, of course, went way too fast, but we came home refreshed, relaxed, and completely filled to bursting with God’s goodness on our lives.



While nothing is completely “perfect” here on Earth, this trip was pretty fantastic and I honestly can’t sit here and tell you anything disastrous that happened.  When I think about our trip, I only remember the fun, laughter, family jokes that were created, and look forward to planning another trip together very soon.

Come back next time to see how God’s blessings shine through even in the imperfect adventures.

© Cheri Swalwell 2015



“The seed falling among the thorns refers to someone who hears the word, but the worries of this life and the deceitfulness of wealth choke the word, making it unfruitful.”  Matthew 13:22 (NIV)


This summer my family and I enjoyed a month where we were on vacation, coming home from vacation or I left again and my husband was a single parent for a week. Either way, some things in our usual summer chore list were neglected because other issues took priority: mowing the lawn, grocery shopping, cleaning the house, washing the clothes, cooking dinner, etc.

As a result, it was over a month that our garden relied on God to water it…and He did quite nicely.  However, besides continuing to grow our plants, when we finally had a chance to step out there, we noticed there was an overgrowth of weeds.  My husband’s first thought was that the garden was a total loss for the year, yet he put on long pants, shirt, and mosquito netting and ventured out there to see if anything could be salvaged.  After working a good three hours on a Friday night by himself, I trudged out there with him the next day and helped finish up.


We were pleasantly surprised at what we discovered.  Yes, the weeds had tried to overtake our plants. Yes, there was a lot of hard work and sweat that needed to be put into removing them from the garden that was slowly being choked, and unfortunately, there were a few causalities – plants that were smaller, weaker and couldn’t survive the attack.  However, the garden as a whole has been reborn.  The plants that remained are strong, have flowers signaling the growth of vegetables, and have proven that with our continued diligence to keep the weeds away, they will produce a plentiful harvest.

This analogy reminds me of our Christian walk.  Sometimes we neglect certain areas in our life and “take a vacation.”  However, one day we realize we need to surrender those areas that have been overrun by weeds back to God and ask Him to help us restore order.  There might be a few causalities – relationships that are permanently damaged, negative behavior we have passed on to our children or friends, or other areas that will suffer major damage.  However, when we allow God to take control by identifying the problem areas we need to work on, ask for His strength to get rid of the bad habits and keep them gone, the parts that are left are healthy, strong, and able to bear much produce.

We’re never too far gone, my friend, to be weeded and produce a good crop.  We just have to ask God to help identify the weeds in our life and once identified eradicate those areas with His strength. When we ask, He’s more than happy to step in, because unlike me who hates to weed, God loves to remove the weeds from our lives (and He does a much better job!)

©  Cheri Swalwell 2015

“God’s glory is on tour in the skies, God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.” Psalm 19:1 (The Message) 

I don’t think God called us to live a boring life.  Unfortunately, somewhere in the last fifteen years, I’ve lost some of my adventurous spirit and turned into a cautious mom.  God started my journey of embracing the adventure back in January and since then, He has given me many opportunities in 2015 to remember how much fun it can be to live a little on the wild side.

One such adventure occurred this summer.  It was the beginning of June and during the monsoon period that affected the midwest this year – that period of time when it rained more than not and we had flooding, although nothing as severe as Texas during the same time period.  It was close to my father-in-law’s birthday and we wanted to get him a specific present and knew we could get a good deal on it at a specific store.  So, after dinner one night we planned on leaving the kids home to clean up (their normal job) while my husband and I decided to run real quick, get the present, and come home.  As we were leaving, it started to rain.

My first thoughts were, “Maybe this is a dumb idea…we’re putting ourselves in harm’s way when we should be responsible and stay home until the rain stops,” but we had time constraints and it was just a little rain. We weren’t in the car more than two minutes when the flood gates opened and in all seriousness, the windshield which had been dry moments before was now in a wash out and the roads were flooding two to three feet high.


However, I soon realized something. I’m not irresponsible to run an errand in the rain.  There is beauty and excitement to experience in the adventures of life.  Once I looked around at all the different sights, sounds, and smells of the torrential downpour, it was exciting to sit next to my husband and just relax, letting him worry about the road while I admired his strength.  It reminded me a little bit of the adventures we used to take when we were first married, sans kids.



We ended up having a great time: laughing with other customers of the store while we wrung out our clothes from the 30 seconds we ran through the downpour to get into the store, reminiscing about the past and enjoying our impromptu date.

By the time we got home, the rain had almost stopped and our adventure was coming to a close. We were back to our roles as responsible adults…but for a brief moment that June night, we transported back to young love with less responsibility and more adventure.

© Cheri Swalwell 2015



“Husbands, go all out in your love for your wives, exactly as Christ did for the church—a love marked by giving, not getting…”

Ephesians 5:25-28 (The Message)


From the time our kids were little, my husband and I never formally discussed it, but it was always a given that when we are together as a family, he and I always sit next to each other and our kids are welcome to fit in on either side as they choose.  Sometimes, one would be on my lap and the other two would be on either side of us, each getting attention and feeling loved, but with the understanding that mom and dad’s rightful place are next to each other.

Two years ago we started attending the church we call home, and I loved watching how each one of the pastors’ families (and there are eight sets of pastors as well as at least four sets of elders) had the same “unspoken rule.”  I would watch from my seat toward the back, next to Bill, as one of the pastors joined his family in the front row and lovingly but firmly acknowledged his son as he affectionately “hugged” him while redirecting him to sit on the other side of his mom. Then, the pastor took his place next to his wife.  I love that.  Each of the different pastors has done that regularly – always showing love and affection for their children – but making it clear that mom and dad’s place is next to each other.


Victory Life Church


I love how our senior pastor talks about his wife during his sermons.  He lifts her up every opportunity that presents itself.  It’s obvious to see how much he genuinely loves her, possibly more, than when they got married years earlier.  It’s not just him either – in the life groups and when they are preaching, the other pastors show the same level of love for their wives as well.

I brought up that subject at dinner one night, curious if our kids knew the unspoken rule and in typical teenage fashion, while rolling their eyes, they were quick to let me know it wasn’t “unspoken” after all, but very well established.  I like to joke around with them on a regular basis and ask, “Do you want to know a secret?”  The eye roll comes out again when I get the reply, “It’s not a secret, mom.  We know, ‘You really love dad.’”

While I was at the awards night for my dad this summer, I had many opportunities to observe husbands interacting with their wives.  Pulling out chairs, holding hands while walking to the banquet room, holding open doors, putting their hand on the small of their wives’ backs to guide them, etc. Even the hosts who were presenting the awards were offering arms for the women to walk up and down the stairs so they wouldn’t fall in their beautiful dresses and heels.  It was beautiful to see such a huge display of respect throughout the entire event.




I always knew my husband was chivalrous.  I love that he will stop me from walking across a parking lot if there is a car and I’m not paying attention.  I love that he holds my hand and goes first in a crowd so we don’t get separated, making a path for the whole family to follow. I love that he quietly lets our kids know that my place is next to him, always, – showing them he loves me while making sure they feel valued.  And, I love even more that the church we decided to call home has the same unspoken message throughout their families.  With such great examples of chivalry still present today, the next generation has many opportunities to learn and keep chivalry alive and growing for many years to come.

© Cheri Swalwell 2015

“Serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not people,” Ephesians 6:7 (NIV)


My pastor’s wife and myself were talking one day about marriage.  She wondered if people who claim that marriage is easy and naturally terrific are deceiving themselves, intentionally or unintentionally because a good marriage takes work. My response at the time was an attempt to explain that while in my own marriage there have definitely been hard times we have faced, they aren’t what I automatically think about when asked to describe life with my husband.  I’m filled instead with thoughts of all the good memories we have shared and have to dig deeper to find the difficulties to discuss.

However, it wasn’t until a few days later that I realized how much I agreed with her statement and what I was trying to say. Someone wise taught me when I was still very much single that marriage takes work, hard work.  I could choose to work at it from one of two angles:  the angle of prevention or the angle of repair.  I could either work hard at maintaining a level of intimacy, fun, laughter, forgiveness, and sense of togetherness with my husband or I could wait until difficulties arise and work at trying to repair or put out the little fires constantly.  I chose prevention.


Prevention isn’t always easy.  It’s a daily choice to put my husband’s needs above my own.  It’s a choice that on days when I’m full of energy comes more naturally, yet is just as important (if not more important) on those days when I have nothing left to give yet am called upon anyway. It’s choosing to serve him with the right attitude, one of a helpmate.  It’s choosing to stand by his side and being his biggest cheerleader. It’s choosing to honor my husband with my words, actions, and yes, even my body. It’s choosing to put into practice the vows I spoke over 16 years ago – both as a reflection of the love I had for him then and the love that continues to grow today. It’s modeling for my daughter the kind of wife that brings joy to her husband and reflecting for my sons the kind of woman to look for in a wife someday, if they choose to get married.

Then, when the difficulties come (and they will), they won’t seem as insurmountable as they could if the foundation of love, honor, and respect as well as laughter, fun, and togetherness wasn’t already firmly established.  And then, when asked to describe my marriage, I can honestly say without reservation, “Yes, life has been difficult at times throughout our 16 years of marriage, but I would have to think hard to give you examples of those difficulties.  However, if you want to know about the great times we’ve experienced…how much time do you have?”

Prevention has definitely worked for me with our marriage.  Now if only I would practice the concept of prevention in other areas of my life – my health, eating well, cleaning and organizing the house…I think you get the picture.  Obviously, I’m a work in progress but my marriage proves that there is hope for me in the other areas as well.

How about you?  Are you a prevention type of person or do you work from the area of repair?

© Cheri Swalwell 2015

He Will Let Me Know


“I felt, rather than heard, a promise spoken directly into my heart: ‘Anna, by the time you next finish reading the Bible, you will have met the man that you will marry.’ ‘Lord, please don’t let me miss him. Make sure I know it’s him when I see him, okay?’”

Anna Thayer

I had the privilege of reading an article, “Of Pens, Poets, and Promises” in the July issue of Book Fun Magazine by Anna Thayer.  She was talking about how God whispered a promise in her heart that she would eventually get married, fulfilling a deep desire of hers.  I think it resonated with me because when I was single, I too cried out to God for years, asking Him to please fulfill that longing in my heart. I also related to her response after God spoke, “Lord, please don’t let me miss him…” She went on to say in the article that when she saw his picture, over a year after the above conversation, she just knew in her heart that he was the one.  I had to smile because, while God had never promised me I would get married, it was less than a month after meeting Bill that I knew in my heart I was done dating…God had fulfilled my request. I had complete peace Bill was the man I would spend the rest of my life with.

One thing I’ve learned about God in the past few years is that He never changes.  If He was willing to do something in the past, He’s still willing to do it now.  So, why then, sixteen years later, was I praying the same prayer to God again, “Lord, please don’t let me miss it…” this time not referring to the man I was to marry but to the job He was directing me too.


For those of you who have been following my blog, you are well aware that God has had me on an exciting adventure that started to reach the climax in August of 2013, but in actuality began years earlier.  In February 2015, I had lost my job and earnestly began seeking what God had as the next chapter in my life.   So many friends talked with excitement about what He was going to do, while I was just afraid that I would make a mistake or walk in the wrong direction and constantly found myself pleading with Him, “Lord, please don’t let me miss it…”

Now that I’m on the other side of the journey, and I believe that I’m in the job God guided me to, I realize once again that when I walk in obedience to my Father, I will know that I know when I’m where He wants me.

I hope that the next time I’m faced with another journey in life (and I know it’s only a matter of time) I will remember.  God gave me my wonderful husband and a job that fulfills the gifts and talents that He created me with, so He is more than willing and actually wants to guide me to the right path for that particular journey as well.

I’m so glad I read “Of Pens, Poets, and Promises” in Book Fun Magazine this summer.  It not only took me down memory lane of when I fell head over heels in love with my husband but reminded me that God always guides us to that place of peace in our lives…if we will let Him.

© Cheri Swalwell 2015


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