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

Some Sundays- The Follow Up.

I just wanted to jump on here and write a quick post about one of my latest posts, Some sundays.

The response I got from SO SO many people was overwhelming. I got messages and emails and comments all week from people saying that they were so encouraged and had so often felt the same way..

Sometimes, I post things about myself that are.. personal.. and hard.

Its scary sometimes, telling the world how your REALLY feel about something… and showing your life. The real, messy, everyday side of life we don’t always see… but when I get such a resounding yes, and such amazing responses, it keeps encouraging me to seek and say truth.


In ALL it’s forms. It ALL it’s messiness. It ALL it’s beauty. 

It encourages me to write about faith, about real issues we face, the stuff that hurts, and the stuff that heals.

And that is my prayer, everytime I type something.. Be it a post related to faith, a homemaking tip, a funny story, or my latest struggle.. that somewhere, in some small way, it helps to encourage you, makes you smile, makes you laugh.

That it helps you to see happiness and joy in the midst of your life, whatever your going through, where you are in it.

I hope it encourages you to keep growing in grace and truth.

I want to write and talk about the things that YOU all want and need to hear and talk about. So if there is anything you want posted about, on the blog or in private, anything you want to talk about, any questions or comments you have, please feel free to  comment below or email me at

I love hearing from you all, so please keep commenting away!

All for His glory,


New Little *Some-Sundays* Wife.

Some Sunday’s..

Some Sunday’s I don’t want to go to church. Gasp.

Yep. I said it.

And I’m not even talking about the ones where I am sick, have to work or away for some reason.

Im talking about the Sundays that I wake up and think..

Im too tired..

I had a falling out with THAT person and I don’t really want to see them..

I Just don’t really get anything out of it..

I dont really like the person giving the talk today..

I just need space..

Do you ever feel like that? When you just feel like you CANT.

Heres the funny thing.

The sunday’s I go, after having thought like these.. I am ALWAYS glad that I went. I come away feeling better.. Still maybe tired.. And sometimes a little more frazzled.. But better..

There is joy and a “special” kind of connecting in meeting with people. God knew what he was doing, as he always does, when He told us we needed to keep getting together and meeting with each other. Its good for us. 

It helps us to be able to care for one another. When you see people and talk to them, you are, obviously, better able to care for them. I know you can always meet with people for lunch or coffee, at play dates or chat with them over the phone, but sometimes sundays seem to be the only time we can connect with people. And it makes us connect with people we wouldn’t normally talk too. It makes us widen our gaze and our circle of people. And thats a good thing.

And most importantly, Its not about me.

And it never was.

When I start thinking I just feel.. And I don’t like.. I makes it all about me. And its not. At all. I become selfish and prideful when I make me thoughts and feelings more then that of God’s.

I go on sunday, not because I think I’m perfect, but because I’m NOT.

I don’t go to remember myself and MY good works. I go to remember Jesus, and HIS good works.

And I don’t go to point fingers at people, or make judgements, I go knowing we are ALL sinners. I got to look at MYSELF. Not others. 

I go to lay down myself, again. To lay down my past, my doubts, my demons, my sins.

And I remind myself.. Again and again.. Its about JESUS.

Only &  ALWAYS.  

Its not about me.

Its not even about you.

Its about HIM.

And sometimes, honestly, thats what makes me go on those Sunday’s.

I say  it to myself over and over again..

Its all about him. And its ALL for HIM.

Go on “those” Sunday’s. On the ones your find yourself struggling..

Go humbly. Go quietly. Go tired or down. Just go. However you are. And tell your all. Every doubt and fear, all your struggles and trials. He understands. He knows. And He Will help.

Just get your thoughts off yourself, off the person next to you and think about him. 



This beautiful picture is of the moment I committed to a life thats ALL for Him. 



New Little *Some-Sundays* Wife

Book Nook Book; Debt Proof Living



My mother in law stumbled upon this book a while ago and loved it so much she gave it to me to read! I love it too!

It is about getting out a debt, but it’s also focused on staying out of debt and living in a way so that you wont go into debt in the first place! 
She is super simple with her ideas, easy to follow & gives a lot of examples from her own life.

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She managed to pay her way out of over $100,000 of unsecured debt.

Which seems insane.. but also means she knows exactly what she’s talking about!! Haha.

I LOVE that she is a christian and has a Godly view toward money, looking at it not as hers, but as God’s.

Her tips are easy and you can adjust them if you need to, but she is also very realistic about life and the “things” that happen or come up.

So, if you are in need of a good book about budgets, savings and living well while not going broke, check it out!


New Little *Book Nook* Wife

For when I forget Who’s I am.

Its hard, sometimes, to remember who we are.

No. Im not talking about our names, ages or where we live.

I mean WHO we are.

I know I’m Sharniie. I’m Seth’s wife. Shane & Lyn’s daughter. Im 22 and blonde. I live now in the USA, altho i’ll always be an aussie at heart;)

But sometimes I forget WHO I am.

And there is ONE thing missing from that list..

I have been reading the book of phillipans. I love it. I love the whole bible, so there is SO much encouragement in that little book. I making a little sheet of encouraging verses from it. Ill post it when I’m done if you like.

Anyway. I was going along reading and I came across a “new” verse.

Well. Not NEW new.. That would be a little problem.. Haha.. but like, new as in.. new to me..  I-forgot-about-that-one-new.

Its 3v12.

Not that I have already obtained this, or am already perfect, but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me His own. 

And I just stopped and thought about that.


That the Savior of the world, the King of creation, the SON OF GOD, would make me, little old me, HIS.

That’s Big.

And that makes me want to keep going.

Like Paul says, I press on to make it.

I wanna keep going.

I going to try and try and try…

Cause I am his..

And He is cheering me on.

He’s watching snd helping me to keep at it.

I hope I make him proud.

No. I’m GOING to make Him proud.

So for the times you don’t know who you are. Remember.

You are HIS. 


New Little *I-Am-His* Wife



 I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me…

John 10v14.