Goals + Thoughts for 2017.

The first person to point out that it is March and I am only JUST writing this will get a huge eye roll.
Anyone else after that is just a copy cat. Y’all get nothing.

So yes, it’s March.

The year has got off to a cracking start *see the previous posts about our Aus trip and Alfie!*

I have been thinking these past few months about some things I want to try to do this year, and I have been doing them a little bit, I just havent told you all about them yet.
Ha ha.

So, here they are, in no particular order;

Write letters and cards; I have been doing this one recently and been loving it!
If you would like a little card in your letterbox, let me know!

Pray in the “Spare Minutes”; Which means when I’m washing dishes, driving, walking, showering ect. Using these minutes that I’m already doing things to start connecting with God.

Read more non fiction; I tend to go towards certain book genres, which is fine, but apart from the bible I don’t really read any non fiction.
So I want to try to change that, I have a Brene brown on my night stand waiting to be devoured.

De-Clutter the house; I have been smashing this out thanks to our house remodleing. *YES THEY ARE STILL GOING. DONT ASK*.I’ll post after pictures when they are finished, *unless we pass away before that happens which is looking INCREASINGLY likely*.
However, We have thrown out a huge amout of stuff and about 50% of our clothes. It has been AMAZING.

Workout regularly; If you wanted to come and watch someone pant, limp and die around a soccer field, come to Poway on thursday nights.
We have started to play indoor soccer  and it has shown me JUST how unfit I am.. For the viewers at home That would be VERY. 

Create Something; I don’t know what this one is going to look like, but I want to create something this year. It could be a career, eBook, house, some kind of arty thing (NOT LIKELY BUT I’LL ADD IT IN HOPE) or whatever. Comment and give me some suggestions if you have them!

Say YES to more good things; I have gotten out of the habit of saying yes to the little, spontaneous things, and I’m not loving it.
So it’s back to the Girl who said yes to 10pm beach swims,random summer road trips and lazy saturday drives JUST CAUSE.

Re Read childhood Favorites; I am thinking Anne of Green Gables, Little house and The royal diaries. What are some of your childhood favourites?

Learn a new skill; I’m thinking SEWING, which would have made my lovely Grandma proud, but will come as a surprise and concern to those who have seen/heard of my sewing skills up to this point.
I did not gain the sewing skills in the family. Infact there is a 90% chance of bodily harm when I get behind a machine. I will update you on this, when I’m in hospital with two casts and missing an eye.

Get a dog; this was NOT on there, but since we got one, let’s add it so I can cross something off! HURRAH!

My overarching theme of this year would be trust.

Trusting in Gods plan and that HIS timing is right! rRemembering HE knows me SO well and He loves me like no one else.

Trusting in my husband, trusting other people and trying to see the BEST in them.

So if you see a lot about trust, or my lack thereof, this is why.

SO, anyone else have any goals for this year they would like to share? Or any comments on mine?



New Little *2017-Goals* Wife

November 8th.

It’s November 8th here today.

I am pretty sure most people in the world are aware if what that means.

It’s election day in the USA.

And while I am not voting (I am not a citizen of this country- or even one that is here yet!) I did have a few thoughts to share quickly.

Whatever happens, let’s focus on loving each other. All this craziness and all this to and fro just confirmed in my mind how HUGE kindness, love and compassion really are. We have all seen some stellar interviews, remarks and the like which is exactly OPPOSITE to this, from both sides.  On every level, let’s focus on loving and caring for “our neighbor as ourselves”. Let’s us, the people, treat others “how we want to be treated'”.
It’s really in the everyday that lives are changed.

God’s not going to fall off His throne. He’s got a plan and a bigger voice than us all y’all. Nothing is going to come as a surprise to Him. He get’s the final say. And while it might be scary, we need to remember this. Everyday, not just on the big days.

And so, I’m excited for a King who will judge kindly.
Who will look after the poor and oppressed.
Who will defend women and children.
Who will look after the stranger and pilgrim and welcome them into the family.
Who will be honest, upright and true.
Who will end all wars.
A King who will ring forever and ever.

Jesus for King.


New Little *Nov-8th* Wife







Hi. I’m Sharniie. And Struggle.

This posts is from a talk I gave to some awesome ladies at a ladies night our church had a few months back. I have edited it, and taken out *Majority* of it, cause it’s pretty dang long. If you would like the full, unedited version, email me @ newlittlewife@hotmail.com. I’d be happy to supply it.

For now, read away. Hope it encourages you in some small way today.




My name is Sharniie.

I’m short and loud and I love My God, My Savior Jesus , my Husband, people and tea.

Looking at at my life you may well think that I have it all together. That I have some fairytale you dont.

I’m happily married to an awesome guy, look “healthy”, have a nice little house, friends and always seem to be happy.


Here’s the thing you might not know.

There is a lot of stuff I don’t talk about, you don’t know about and that you don’t see.

Stuff that makes me feel guilty, ashamed, scared, and hurt. Stuff i’m afraid to say or admit.

Things like Hurt, grief, body issues, insecurities, a mile long list of health issues, jealousy, depression, doubt, fear, breakups, bad choices, anxiety, marriage struggles,shame, faithless moments and screams at God and honestly, a few too many moments in which I simply didn’t believe He was there at all.

I have felt so alone more days than I want to think about.

I have always struggled with fitting in, finding my place and being the person I am.

I can get anxious easy. I find it hard to trust God with things, and sometimes I just get way to overwhelmed.

A lot of these can come in the same days and weeks, many do.

Here’s the real problem though;

When someone asks me how I’m going, I smile and say good.

I move on past & pretend I don’t struggle.

That I have it all togther, I don’t sin, or rather I dont have any problems.

I don’t say that I cried all day thursday about the choices I made when I was young.

I don’t tell them about the things that one person said a while ago I’m still upset about, or the fact that I am feeling a million miles away from God, and I simply don’t know how to get back.

Can I say something? 

Please, for the love, Let’s stop this madness.

Lay down that mask, because I for one am done pretending.

I want to make it out of this life happy, in one piece, and in the Kingdom of God.

And the only way i’m going to is if I am real.

Super super real. And I want people walking with me that are the same way.

So let’s get real

Let’s talk about the things that matter.

Let’s be open and honest. I dont want to be silent any longer.

You know what? I can almost guarantee that something on that list stood out to you?


Well because you are struggling too.

I think all of us are. We all have these things, these deep deep down afraid to admit things.

We think we are the only ones, that we have too much baggage, we are too much to handle, or that admitting these things will bring shame and isolation and so we stay silent.

We don’t really realize that, if we all took off our masks together, we would see we aren’t alone, there is freedom and grace.

God’s not stupid guys, There is a big reason He put’s us together, into families and churches and places. He knows we need each other.

And an even bigger thing God  knows *and maybe you need to know too* is this; 


You there, with your issues, and your baggages, and you struggles and failings and sins. You are not to much.

I spend way to many minutes thinking that I have to fix this mess. That God COULD NOT POSSIBLY HANDLE  my mud.

I know. I’m stupid.

Cause, you know, a God who made the world, who raises people from the dead, who tells the seas were to go, holds the stars in His hands and breathes things into life..

Well, I’m pretty sure He’s GOT THIS KIDS.

And then sometimes I think that I’m not enough. That somehow I am lacking, God doesn’t need me.

He doesn’t want me, and somehow I’m just too small.

Again, A God who planned, from the very beginning of the world, to set a plan in motion, which ended in His only, perfect Son nailed to a cross, just to win back MY little heart, reminds me that I am not too small.

To think that God looked at this world, and stopped, and thought “This world.. well.. it needs a Sharniie” brings me to a stand still.


And He did that.

With each and every one of us.

Please think about this.

Who do you think you are?

Deep down, when you think about you, who do you think you are?

And what makes you.. you?

And then think about who made you, and just dwell in that space for a while.

And when you’re feeling lost, uncertain, too hurt and fragile, too far away, and so so alone.

When your feeling like you have to much baggage, like your too much for anyone, or you’re so so small… 

Go back to that.

And start again.

Who Am I?

Who Made Me?

Who is He?

Who am I to Him?


So Hi.

My name is Sharniie. 

I’m short and loud. I love My God, My Savior Jesus, my Husband, people and tea.

I know that God made me. He loves me, forgives me and showers me in Grace.

He is the creator of the universe. He is SO big SO mighty and SO strong. He is Love. He is Grace and HE IS GOOD.

I am His daughter and I am precious to Him. I mean so much to Him that He looked away while His only Son hung on a cross just to save me.

My God wants me in eternity with Him and He works, everyday, to get me there. He loves me, depsite the fact I fail him everyday.

And I pray that when His Son comes, He can stand up and say to me. You have fought the fight, you have kept the faith, you have endured till the end. Come, Live with me forever.
My friend, my fighter, my servant, my faithful sister.
Even So Come.
New Little *Not-Perfect* Wife







Moving Countries 101.



By now you probably know this, and are most likely dang sick of me talking about this, but I moved from Aus to SoCal a few years ago to smooch this kid and get him for life.
So moving countries is something that I have done and at the ripe old age of 19.

Lately I have heard of a few people about to do the same.

So I thought I would write a post on Moving Countries 101.

Here we go Kids;

Firstly, Gather all your plans, ideas and time frames, make a nice neat pile… and then light them on fire. It’s not going to go like this, AT ALL. I think we had major plan changes every week in the first few months. In then end, ya kinda wing it. Enjoy the ride;)

Realize that homesickness is a big real thing, and embrace it.

You’re gonna get it, that’s for sure, so here are some tips to help ya;

Find the familiar. Something that reminds you of home, maybe a food, drink, place, people who have moved too ect. FYI If you live in Cali, World Market sells GOOD ginger beer and Target has the things you need to make  lemon, lime bitters, the kinda from home. You’re Welcome;)

Get a good phone plan *with unlimited data* And then download whats app & Skype.
No but really. These babies are you lifeline. Plus, if you can, get the plan that allows call to landlines for cheap. You need this more than you first realize.
Be honest with your partner. If you moved for someone, be honest with them. Not in the I HATE LIVING HERE way, although Seth has heard that PLENTY before *cause on the rough days, let’s be real, you kinda do. Ha.*
Just tell them what your thinking. Things like; “Im really homesick today, so if I am down, that’s why” “I just need to step back and find some familiar things” “I dont hate you, living here, or anything, I am just missing home” ect ect. It’s rough for them too, and they can often feel bad seeing you in a flood of tears telling them over and over that you “Just want to go to Audley Park!”. Ask us how we know;)
Anyway, Hope these little tips help!

Get lost. No really, get lost. Drive around your new place and lose yourself. It helps to see your surroundings, helps you to learn about where you are and what its like. *If you move to downtown LA or Chicago, maybe take a friend, or seven;)*

Join Community Events. Moving countries isn’t the best ever thing for ones social life, believe it or not. In fact, it down right sucks. So get out there, find new people, make new friends. Go to community things, have dinner with your neighbors, go out with work friends and meet people. This is SO important. It’s VERY easy to get lonely and feel pretty down that you don’t know anyone.

Change you mindset. Look at this as an adventure, a new experience, a plot twist, a whole new start over. If you try to mesh, compare or over analyze you’ll wind up sad, annoyed and hating were you live. So don’t.
Appreciate what you can, learn about your new place, and grow like crazy. There comes a point were it really hits you, about a year in, and trust me, you’re gonna wanna leave, if you can, push thru. You’ll be stronger for it.
It’s hard NOT to compare. Really, it is. And sometimes you have to, because you have to live somewhere, so looking at the pros and cons of each place is kinda a must, try to dwell MORE on the pros of where you are living at that time.

And lastly, Call ya mum. Or your dad. Or your brother. Or your niece. Make sure you have regular contact with everyone you love at home. This helps you to feel like you are still a part of their lives.

It’s rough, really. It’s kinda crazy, and those growing pains hurt like hell sometimes but it so fun, fulfilling and just good.

Plus this guy is SO WORTH IT.



New Little *Moving-Countries-101* Wife

Thankfulness + Bad weeks + The body of Christ.


This week I have been thankful.

Not that things have been going super well for us.

In all honesty, It’s been a rough two weeks;

The car broke down. Twice.

I lost my wedding rings.

Seth broke two toes.

My phone started dyeing.

I got a stomach virus.

The list could go on. It’s been a busy, crazy kinda fornight.

I’m not saying this all so you can join in misery with me. *Altho losing those rings is still a little raw!*

I’m saying this beacuse thankfulness was not at all what I was thinking I would be feeling at this time.

But somehow, last night, laying in bed, I just was happy and thankful.

Thankful because when our car broke down, we had some many people stop and help us.

Thankful that we have a loving family who helps fix things, takes us round town when we need it and dosent mind us lounging around their house.

Thankful for a Husband and marriage that is strong and loving, even when life is crazy.

Thankful for a body that is learning how to fight well.

Thankful for friends who offer up cars and houses and help.

Thankful for food and a house, knowing that most people don’t even have that, let alone cars and rings and phones.

I always used to think how amazing it would be to live in the time of the Acts. 

To have all things in common, to be together and in community.

And last night it hit me; We still live like that.

Ok, maybe not in each others houses 24/7.

But how many times has someone loaned you their car or helped you out with something?

How many times has someone sent a card or dropped a meal around?

Offered to take you shopping or look after you kids?

What about times people have prayed and prayed for you?

Or just simply dropped by for a chat and time together?

It’s not the same, and it busier and more spread out, but the body of Christ is still moving and working. And I for one am so so thankful.

That list is mostly things.

Rings and cars and phones and the like, and it’s funny that this should be happening this month, while doing my August Simplicity Challenge, because one thing I am really really learning is that possessions don’t matter. 

At all.

People do.

People are what matter most.

Above jobs and cars and money and things.

People are what stay. All the rest is temporary.

So love your people. Love them well. 

Grow and love and help people. Be active in your community.

I’m so amazed, although I shouldn’t be, at this brilliant body.

There are hands that reach out and feet that move, hearts that love and tongues that speak words of love, help and honesty.

And a Head that is beautiful. That leads and loves and is like no other.

I’m so thankful for this wonderful community, that loves oh so well, and A Head that I hope to meet soon. 

In the mean time, lets keep loving, keeping moving, keep shinning the light, and keep helping people broken down on the road;)


New Little *Thankful* Wife

August Challenge; Thoughts on simple living.

August Challenge

So, it is august, and I have a new challenge I just started.

This one is a little bit bigger than most.

Recently, we (along with everyone else *Ha*) have been really getting into the whole de cluttering, minimal living thing.

It’s been great.

It’s lead me, AS ALWAYS, down a rabit hole which took me to the topic of Materialism.

And here we park for a while.

Guys, I am just done with STUFF.

I don’t want it, I don’t need it. I’m done trying to fill myself with it and trying to buy happiness.

I want to just live, and live well. To have experiences and freedom and simplicity.

I’m sick of being told I need the NEXT BIG THING.


That my life could look like hers, or his or theirs.

Cause here is the truth:

I don’t need it, I CANT get it all now and it wont look like theirs. And, more than that, I dont want it too.

What’s more, as a christian, I find Materialism something God isnt super happy with. He speaks a lot about wealth, greed, having to much and possessions. Jesus has a lot to say on this topic too. Matthew 6v19, Mark 8v36, Luke 12v15, Matthew 6v30 and the list goes on.

Now i’m not AT ALL saying we can’t have things, or that having money, possessions ect is bad. Just that we need to watch how we treat them, how much we have and if we really need it.

A few thoughts on these topics;

First, we can loose our focus on Him.
When we are so wrapped up in our possessions and this way of thinking, they can quickly become idols in our lives, and this is not a good thing.

Second: We take things for granted and look past our blessings.
We start thinking, if only we HAD more, without realizing that God gives us everything we really need. We start looking at our blessings as if we “deserve” them in some way. We loose our sense of gratitude.
If you are reading this, I can tell you are already richer than most people in the world, simply because you have some type of electronic device and internet. Food for thought.

Three; We are trying to fill a void that is for God and better things.
Often we buy and buy and buy to get a sense of peace, happiness and self worth. We buy more clothes to feel better about ourselves, more gadgets to prove we are “cool” a new car to look good and the like. If this is what we use to try and find answers to those questions, they will be very fleeting, if we find them at all.

Instead, lets focus on what GOD and our true friends say about us, get out peace and happiness from HIM, from our experiences and friendships and NOT from possessions, realizing that we are so SO much more than what we have.

Four *and this one is a big one*;
Many of the things we buy come from places, made by people and in conditions that should make us mad and sad.
There is SO much to be said on this topic, and I wont go into it here, but the more research I do in this area, the more madder and sadder I get. And I am convinced that God is just as mad and just as sad.

There is many many things I could say on this topic, and if you have questions comments and the like feel free to comment or email me (newlittlewife@hotmail.com)

But all this leads to this challenge, which I heard about somehow and loved.

Im not super sure what its actually called (maybe someone can come up with a name?!) but here is the idea.

Buy nothing.

And what that means is, apart from food and gas and paying your rent, you buy nothing.

You take a look at your bills, get rid of the ones you don’t need and cut down were you can and buy nothing extra.

Extras are things like clothes, shoes, things for the house, tea pots and furniture.
No new games, books or songs. No starting gym memberships or extra classes. No date nights to the movies or dinners out.

You buy ONLY what you need, and leave the rest.

We are on day five, and planning on doing it for *Hopefully* eight weeks. Eeek.

There are a few reasons we are doing this;

Obviously it’s cheaper and saves money, but as mentioned above we want to get out of the mindset of materialism and find value in other things, like being with friends, having experiences and simple living. We want to try and focus more on what IS important and spend our time more wisely.

So. Anyone want to join me? Ha. 

But really… having people doing it too makes it easier, so feel free to join the challenge. I would love others to talk to, walk with and lean on on this journey!

If you have ever done this, please be a doll and give advice or tips;)

As always, i’ll be updating you all as we go along on how we are doing, what our thoughts are and what we are getting out of it.

Here we go kids.


New Little *August-Challenge* Wife

You’re not good at everything.

Kids, lets get one thing straight, I am NOT crafty.

I tried. I really did. I saw it on pintrest and fell in love. It looked so easy (doesn’t it always!) and I knew I had the things I needed on hand.

Six months later and the $5 DIY photo frame with white “stressed looking” wood is still un assembled and in my back shed.

And I felt a little beat up by this.

I dont know why, because building your own photo frame is NOT an essiantal skill in life.

But I did.

Everyone else seemed to be doing all these crafty things in 15 mins with old shoe boxes and I cant even pull together a simple face mask.
Don’t get me started.

I felt a bit like I had failed.

Like everyone is simply better at life than me.

How ridiculous. It’s a Photo frame for crying out.

This lead me, as always, down long winded rabit trail of thoughts. Which I will *Attempt* to surmise for you.

You do you. And leaver her to do her.

Its taken me a while to relise, but there are some things I am just not good at.

And you know what, THAT’S OK.

Why? Well because that’s simply not my gift.

That’s not the way I am made.

See, not EVERYONE has to be brilliant at EVERYTHING.

We all have gifts, talents and skills.

Everyone everywhere seems to think they have to have it all.

We look at “her” life and “her” life, and “her’s” too and we take snippets of everything then blend them into this massive exeptation for ourselves.

We begin to think succeding is being Master chef chefs, crafty DIYers, home cookers, all natural cleaner makers, bullet journaling, veggies growing, homeschooling, gym teaching, make up perfecting, business owning, educated super women with stunning clothes and amazing relationships.

Here is the thing.

That. Up there. Well, its just sounds stressful.

And more to the point, its not going to happen.

Oh sure. We can try. And can strive and tell the world we have it.

But something has GOT to give from that list.

And more often than not it the most important things that go first.

Our faith slips.

Our relationships hit hard times.

Our health gets compromised.

Our homes get neglected.


So here you go. This is me. In all my non gift glory.

My name is sharniie.

I am not a runner. I tried once and died.

I am not a DIYER.  I will pay you to paint my house.

I am not a crafter. Target, just take my money already.

I am terrible at handwritting. Its a scrawl people.

Lets not even go there with the whole spelling and gramma thing. Ha.

I am not a graden grower. We all know how THAT turned out.


But It’s ok.

I dont HAVE to be those things.

It dosent matter.

I’m happy to let them go.

To many times I see people who can do those things and I think.. “Well I need to be like that. I want to run, make a house from scratch, have an acre garden.”

In order to be a semi good woman I need to accomplish this list of things I simply must do…. without thinking about the fact that maybe thats NOT for me.

Have mercy kids. Really. 

Heres an idea: lets look at people who can do those things and appreacte their talent and skill and NOT feel guilty about our own. 

Lets Give that a go y’all.

This is my friend Rachel. Everyone say hello, and be nice. 


Rachel has one of the best voices I have ever heard.

Like this girl is amazing at singing. It’s one of her skills.

Earlier this year I sat and listened to her sing at her senior recital.

She was amazing.

All of us and the heavens were in awe of her pipes i-am-not-even-joking.

Now I could have sat there and though all about how  I cant sing like that, because, lets be real, I do not have a good voice. Ha.

I could come away thinking I must practise practise practise until I have that same angelic effect on people. Or I could smile and thank God that he made such beautiful skills.

I could be amazed at her stunning talent and tell her how good she is, all without feeling defeated, some how lacking and guilty of myself.

I do my thing, you do yours, she does hers, and togther we make the world turn.

And just becasuse I am not those thing dosent mean that I cant do anything, am somehow failing or dont have anything to offer.

I have been made, crafted, with talents and skills. God has a reason for these.

He’s got a plan for me and my skills and it just gives Him SO much joy when I use them for Him.

There is nothing wrong with knowing and saying what you are good at. Dont brag or belittle others, but know your strengths and own them. 

My name is Sharniie.

I AM good at talking.

I AM good at organizing events and things.

I AM good at cooking

I AM good at encouraging.

I AM good at being real.

Lets be good at the things we ARE good at, not be pressured into things we “FEEL” like we HAVE to do.

Lets be happy for people that can do the things we cant and be proud of the things we are good at.
Lets stop trying to have it all and focus on the things that really matter.

You do you, She’ll do her, I’ll do me and all together we praise God. 

Amen to that Sisters.


New Little *Non-crafty* Wife

The real come back King.

I’m going to tell you a not so secret secret that I think we all too often forget.

God is the comeback King.


You think you’re just too far gone. Mentally. Physically. Spiritual.

Your pit is just huge.

The chasm impossible.

No one has noticed.

No one knows.

Or no one cares.

You have sunk deeper than the ocean.

Lucky for you, God knows… And HE made that ocean.

He knows every nook.

Every little grain of sand.

Every little hidey hole you could possibly hide. And He will Find you.

Even when you don’t want to be found.

And His arms are everlasting.

Ever reaching.

To the deepest pit. The darkest places.

He will pull you out. And your comeback will be bigger and better beyond your wildest dreams.

I read story after story in the bible of God as the comeback King.

It’s almost like we are being told something. Ha.

Think of Joseph. David. Tamar. Paul. Peter. Job.


All different. All thinking they are too far gone. At the very bottom of that pit.

And when things look to be at their lowest, they go lower still.

Until you’re in a jail cell.

Until you’re praying for the life of your child.

Until you’re covered in boils on top of a wreckage.

Until you’re blind.

Until you’re about to be stoned.

Until you’re hanging, guiltless, on a cross.

And just when you’re almost gone. When darkness covers your eyes, your jail, the world.

God sweeps in.

And he lifts you up higher.

And higher.

And higher.

And He forgives you.

And He gives you more than you ever dreamed.

And more still.

And He raises you from the dead.

And gives you the world.

Here is the deal though.

You have to hang on. Right about the time you want to give up, you want to let go.

About the time the darkness is ALL you can see.

And you just hit rock bottom.

Hang on.

God is working over time.

He has the greatest comeback. He has it all planned.

Your job is to just trust.

Even when you don’t want to.

Even when it feels like you have been abandoned.

You don’t think Joseph felt forgotten?

You think Tamar thought it was fair?

Job refusing to curse God and still having tragedy after tragedy?

They clung, clawed, struggled onto God.

Even when it was stupid. Illogical. Unreasonable. Blind.

There are four words I think of when I’m in my pit.

Hang on. He’s coming.

In the face of Fear. Doubt. Wrong.

Hang on. He’s coming.

In the face of pain. Sin. Guilt.

Hang on. He’s coming.

In the face of failed plans. Horrible choices. Crushed dreams.

Hang on. He’s coming.

In the face of death.

Hang on. He’s coming.

You do your job of trusting and clinging.

And God will do His.

And His job?  He’s the comeback King.

Because after that jail, there was honor.

After that shame, there was virtue.

After that guilt, there was joy and forgiveness.

After that denial, there was love, fellowship & good news.

After that death there was joy, everlasting life, Hope & the whole world.

God reaches into pit after pit. Saves person after person. Orchestrates comeback after comeback.

The best come back, well, that one’s still to come. I can’t wait to see it.

What a glorious day.

Even So Come.



New Little *Come-Back-King* Wife


I am so nervous about posting this. I have never been so scared or worried about posting anything in my life. But I’m going to, because I think I need to.
These thoughts have been running around my head for weeks and weeks. They haven’t relented. And I need to say them. I have written and re written this so many times.
This is by no means an attack, a judgement of anyone. And I am mainly writing this for myself, because I know this is something I struggle with. And maybe you do too.. Please read to the very very end before commenting. Thank you. 

I like tea. A lot. Give me black tea, ice tea, hot tea, green tea, strong tea, herbal tea. I’ll take it.

Just don’t ever give me lukewarm.

I hate lukewarm.

Jesus feels the same way.

Maybe not about tea, I don’t actually know about that.

He feels that way about His friends, His followers, His body.

There is a passage in scripture that makes me sit up. It makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

It’s in Revelation.

I know, Revelation is full of demons and vials and plagues and beasts. There is a lot of stuff to be kinda worried about in there, but it’s not one of those.

It’s chapters 2 & 3. Maybe another day I’ll talk about the whole of those chapters and what goes on in them, but today we are just talking about one bit.

Chapter 3 from v 15.

I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! 16 So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth. 17 You say, ‘I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.’ But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked. 

This passage scares me. More than anything else in this book.

Jesus is speaking to the church at Laodecia and he has something to say.

I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! 16 So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth.

Let’s just stop there.

Stop and read that. Just actually think about what is being said here.

Now think about this.

Is this, right here, talking about you?

Are you a lukewarm christian?

Would you want Jesus to say that verse to you?

If I am honest, truly deep down honest..

I am so very often lukewarm.

I’ll get hot sometimes, when I’m feeling close to God, when I feel like I’m walking well with Jesus, after a conference or a study weekend.

But I spend a lot of time in the lukewarm zone. Somewhere in the middle.

That is the very very worst place to be.

And that’s not something I said.

That’s what Jesus tells us.

He hates us being in that place. So much so he spits us out.

So much so that he says it’s better to be cold.

It’s better to be stone cold than be lukewarm.

Better that we didn’t claim to be christians.

That we didn’t give a half hearted attempt.

You see, he wants all of us. Every bit.

Not just our minds, our Sundays, $100 or a spare hour on Wednesday. He isn’t after half hearted, half baked followers.

He wants all in. He wants crazy about him, willing to leave all, staying til the last breathe people.


Here’s the thing though, we are talking about lukewarm people. 

Not cold ones, not hot ones, lukewarm.

And this is where it gets tricky because we have gone beyond simply knowing.

Beyond the basics.

Its not “ have we heard about or read the bible” anymore.

It’s how often do you read it? And do you read because you LOVE to… or to check it off?

We aren’t at the stage where we are being introduced to the idea of praying. We are christians. We KNOW how to pray.

But do we?

Something I am always thinking about is this:

Am I truly giving him my all or just my leftovers?

There are so many areas of my life that I claim to be hot in that Jesus begs to differ on. 

If you continue to read down that chapter, Jesus goes on.

Do you see what is happening that Jesus is trying to tell them, and us, about?

We think we are good, I mean look at us!

We are rich, we have friends, we have security, we have everything we need.  We ‘know’ Jesus, we have all we need.

Not knowing that we are actually horrible, poor, naked and lukewarm.

We think we have all the good stuff. Life is going well. Blessing upon blessing. Possession upon possession.

And we have become more pitiable. More tepid. More blind to our temperature.

And Jesus has slipped further and further down our priority list.

And he tries, oh how he tries, to tell us.

He counsels us to change. To head his voice, to choose a side.

To buy clothes of white.

To make us clean and whole and on fire for Him.

And yet…

How happy we are in our little lukewarm life. 

To me, it’s not worth it. It’s simply not worth losing eternity for something as small as this.

When I picture myself there, face to face with him. I would be devastated.. actually no.. there is not a single word I could use to describe the feeling I would have if He said something like that to me.

“Oh Sharniie. How I tried. How I called you and begged you to change.

To become hot.

To see what I was trying to do.

I tried to clothe you, to heal you.

But you just didn’t listen. And you just sat in your lukewarm water with your lukewarm ways.

You just let me slip so so far down your list of things to do.”

Now, I pray I never have to ever hear those words, and that you would never have to hear them either.

Please don’t get me wrong, I am in no way suggesting we should be motivated by fear to do the right thing, or that we simply become robots and check every box.
Because fear is the worst motivator ever.
And that is NOT what he wants. 

What makes us hot is our love.

Our absolute love and joy for our God, and our striving to be like His son.

It’s our pure and childlike faith and our wanting to obey.

And we show love to God & His Son by loving each other. 

It’s simple really.

He tells us so. It comes down to this…

Love God. Love People.

Cultivate that love, grow that fire. Swim out of the lukewarm zone.

You know your life, your struggles and your lukewarm areas.

Take some time to asses them, to see them, to repair them.

Make sure that you’re not just talking, walking and preaching Jesus, but that you are hot, on fire for him.

Because he stands at the door, and he knocks.

He knocks hard.

This passage has a happy ending. Praise Him!

There is grace. There is love. There is mercy.

We need not be afraid or fear. He shows us what to do and gives us hope.

If we hear, and repent, and open up to him…

He WILL come to us and eat with us.

He WILL grant us to sit with HIM on HIS throne, just as he sat down at HIS FATHER’S throne.


What a beautiful picture. What a sure promise.

I have ears Lord, so I WILL listen.




 New Little *Luke-warm-but-trying-to-be-hot* Wife

Scars + Battle wounds; Be gentle with yourself.

I stood in front of my bathroom mirror… And I cried.

I was sick of it all… all the losing lb after lb, seeing my ribs stick out so much you can count them… of feeling tiredness… of eating only avocado and boiled carrots cause that’s all my body could take.

I just got to that point where I wanted to yell..

WHY DON’T YOU JUST WORK!? It’s so simple. Just DO what you are MEANT to do.

Ever felt like that? That there is something so simple, so.. natural.. that your body just CAN NOT do..

I hated it.

I hated all the stupid bony parts. The way it throws up food every meal. How I can’t seem to go a day without needing a three hour nap.

The fact that if my neighbor coughs upstairs, I’m in bed for three days with the flu.

I’m just so… frustrated.

I printed a little art work off pinterest the other day and hung it in my bathroom.

I’m so glad I did.

I walked into my bathroom and saw it. And stopped.

It says,

‘Be gentle with yourself’

And it’s there because… well… I’m not.

I’m not gentle with myself. I’m harsh. I’m unkind.

We are often our own worst critics. We know every failing, every flaw that we think our body has or does.

Sometimes in trying to love, be kind and happy towards others, we forget to save a bit for ourselves.

We forget that we need to be gentle, not only to the world, but to ourselves. And our own bodies.

Because, quite honestly, my body IS amazing.

It has taken me to so many countries of the world.

It has walked me down an aisle to marry my beautiful man.

It has been on countless 15 hours flight.

It has allowed me to have crazy summers of little sleep and many adventures.

It’s held out during exam times and got me through stressful months.

It’s got me through surgeries and deadly diseases.

It’s moved across the world, and then moved houses a ridiculous amount of times.

It’s fought, for a long long time just to keep going.

It hasn’t given up.

It hasn’t backed down.

It’s given every last cell to help me.

But the things I only seem to see are those bony bits, those pains, those breakout places.

And here’s the thing I need to remember; It hasn’t come out of this unscathed.

It’s come out with scars from surgeries.

It has missing pounds.

It’s got dark circles around my eyes.

It’s got stretch marks

And that’s the bits that I seem to hate. It seems to be the only bits I see.

But from now on I’m done.

I’m done JUST looking at those bits.

I done seeing them and feeling hateful and frustrated .

Those bits now.

Well they are my battle scars.

Little reminders.

They are encouraging. Inspiring.

They say to me…  Go Get ‘Em Girl, we got this.

Look at what we have been through, fought through, and look how far we have come.

There is a lot my body doesn’t do well.. And it’s frustrating to say the least.

But instead of looking at that, and pointing out how horrible it is. Instead of yelling at it to pull itself together..

I need to think about the healing, growing and fighting it has done for me.

There might be something your body isn’t great at.

Maybe your body is in pain.

Or it has no energy.

Maybe it won’t let you keep food down.

Or you have constant headaches.

Whatever it is.

Just stop.

Think of all the things it HAS done and CONTINUES to do for you. All the things you have fought through and the places it has taken you.

You walk. Talk. Work hard.

You love. You think. You laugh.

You read. You see.You live a life.

And even though your body might not be doing what it’s meant to, and you can’t seem to do what you want to right now… It is a life worth living.

And loving.

And it fights, tooth, nail and cell, to help you. To heal you. To get you through this.

And while sometimes it may not look the prettiest, and you just want it to be normal… remember all the good things it has done to get you where you are today.

Knowing that it’s got me this far gets me excited for what’s to come.

Maybe one day I’ll be able to go running again. Or eat bread.

Maybe I’ll be able to travel places I’ve dreamed of going. Or grow a baby.

It’s a frustrating process, and it sometimes seems hopeless.

But I can promise you, those pounds will come back, that pain will fade, those naps will not be needed. You’ll eat that bread.

Look at those little encouraging battle scars and be proud.

But while you’re still waiting, remember: Be gentle on yourself. You’ll get there, one day.


New Little *Scared-But-Still-Standing* Wife